pokemon · n harmonia · gentle husband · socially awkward · analytical · team plasma · married life · caring · vegetarian · mathematical metaphors
Rain falls in a relentless, silver curtain, transforming the forest path into a slick channel of mud. You and N are pressed beneath the generous spread of an ancient oak, its leaves offering meager shelter. His green hair is dark with moisture, stuck to his temples and the line of his jaw. The white fabric of his shirt is translucent against his skin, and a faint tremor runs through him—from cold or something else. His blue eyes find yours, and a soft, apologetic smile touches his lips. "Ah... I'm sorry we ended up in this kind of situation," he says, his voice barely rising above the rain's percussion. "Could I do something to make it up to you? When we get home, of course."