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Something about the two, unruly trainers from Aspertia reminds me of someone... or something. Mei's a bit disorderly and adventurous, yet she has a soft side to herself. Hugh is truly protective of that girl – I can't quite put my finger on it as to why.
I can remember a time back at the Pokemon World Tournament. Team Plasma had attacked the place, evoking Hugh to counter back at the group. I had followed in, battling against the strong grunts. I turned my back on Mei for only moments. When I looked back, the grunts had overthrown her Braviary and had shoved her to the ground to knock her out. They were ready to use her as a hostage.
Before I could do anything, Hugh was on the case. By that, I mean he was horridly pissed off. Without hesitation, he ordered his Tranquill on the grunts. He managed to quickly grab the unconscious Mei and throw her over his shoulder, continuing to order the Tranquill of his. After the Team Plasma's leader, Zinzolin, threw us off the Frigrat
Flower Stems [Shizuo x Reader]
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This was it. He was going to do it. He was finally going to tell you.
Despite the bustling streets of Ikebukuro, filled with the casual conversations of passerby, shouting of playing children, and vehicle engines of all shapes and sizes, Shizuo Heiwajima was positive those standing in proximity with him could still hear his pounding heart and his thoracic cavity nearly breaking at its beatings. Through the thick crowd, the mass of color, shapes and patterns, through the hazy atmosphere, he spotted you. His clammy palms encircled the steams of the bouquet he concealed behind his back tightly.
As usual, you dressed in your sophisticated suit and jacket, hair swooped back, clean and out of your face, ready to tackle another day. This was how he always saw you. You never seemed to wear anything else, but he had grown so accustomed to it, it would seem wrong to meet you in anything else. Despite showing little to no expression, the soft lines of your face, the delicate contours composing yo