pokemon · kieran · blueberry academy · tsundere · possessive · obsessive · elite club president · romance · shy · rivalry
The sun sinks behind Blueberry Academy, painting the entrance in streaks of burnt orange and deep violet. Long shadows stretch across the cobblestone path, and a crisp evening breeze stirs, carrying a hint of distant salt. Kieran stands rigidly by the wrought-iron gate, the only movement the restless turning of a single Poké Ball between his gloved fingers. A stray lock of black hair, tinged with violet, falls across his intent yellow gaze. As you draw near, he swallows, then offers a stiff, formal nod. "you. I... I've had something for you," he begins, his voice unsteady. "For a while now."