#wishmcker (green)

[evoblue]

GREEN? He did that? Since when...?

To say she's stunned is an understatement.

[twilighttheater]

Oh great.

[evoblue]

A proper conversation? Even her stellar memory fails to recall the last time they had one. Still, Green's clear efforts shouldn't be discredited. Surely, she can shove aside years' worth of loneliness and disdain to hear him out?

"Fine," she says finally, sounding defeated.

Blue's shoulders rise with her breathing, then droop sharply with the following exhale as she psyches herself up for this. Her flowers will have to wait until later.

"Fine," she repeats, reaching for his arm. "But not here."

Linking her arm with his, she leads him out of the farmer's market, leaving behind the legion of prying eyes, all surely disappointed that they're missing out on what appears to be a lover's tiff at first glance. Whatever they have to talk about doesn't need an audience.

She doesn't let go of him until they reach the sprawling gardens outside the Celadon gym, a quiet reprieve from the city's bustling atmosphere.

"We can talk here."

Stormy blue eyes glance up at Green, studying his face. She resists the urge to close herself off by folding her arms over her chest so she rests a hand on her hip instead.

He can see her turning to look at him through his peripheral, and changes a glance at her. Has her stare always been this intense? His hazel-green eyes bore into hers, and he suddenly feels like he's ten again, faced together as opponents as their pokémon are locked in a particularly fierce battle. Maybe this is a battle in its own way.

❝ Hm, ❞ Green hums, and he can't deny himself the opportunity to smirk slightly. Her conceding that had clearly takes a lot, as does the following question, and he mentally makes a note of it. His mouth settles back into a thin line at her second response.

There is an edge to her words, defensive, accusatory, like she had had expectations that he had failed to meet. He keeps his mask of indifference, but his mind is ticking, trying to understand what it is she means. Are they not friends? Had he not expressed enough interest? His own life had been so busy with his career reaching heights he never thought and expanding his business to other regions.

❝ Even though I would never turn down battling a strong opponent, ❞ he drawls, but it stops and his tone stoops low as he looks at her again, trying to ignore the odd pounding in his stomach. ❝ I would like to have a proper conversation with you. I wouldn't be in Celadon City if I wasn't here to see you, Blue. ❞

[blastintriumph]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

i'll only answer for katsuki here since this is a single muse blog lol and well it's katsuki/izuku

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

at his current age, anything more than 2-3ish years

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFT?

i don't write nsfw with katsuki, so i guess the limit would be more than kissing? basically think anything that's only acceptable in a pg-13 movie and that's as far as it will be.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

kinda. i think katsuki is tough to ship with and i enjoy slow burns, but i also really love ships. ultimately it comes down to compatibility/chemistry

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

i mean within the rp realm, i think any of katsuki's classmates/class b/ocs and characters in his age group would be viable so long as the writers and characters click. personally, within the context of the series, i also really like to ship katsuki with shouto and ochako. i'm not a super picky person though so honestly if someone were to explain to me what they see in a ship or i see cute art i'd probably like it!

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

for someone's muse to have a crush on him? nah. maybe just let me know, but i'd never say no to that. for like legit shipping and building a plot and all that well... obviously lol i think it'd be hard to otherwise?

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

i can live without it but i do enjoy it a lot so :3

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

my blood bleeds green and orange

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

just ask tbh. i know we all a lil shy here but fr just ask and throw ur ideas at me

tagged by: @vartouhix tagging: @celesticlnstcrs @ingxnium @kimuromou @contemptui @wishmcker & whoever else wants to do this!!

[bctglrl]

@wishmcker​ + we half plotted this starter so it’s go time. 

It’s been years -- To be exact, five years and six months. In those five years and six months, Barbara lost her ability to walk, lost her baby brother, and lost her hero identity. But then she gained another baby brother, became a hero again, regained her previous identity, and had life-changing surgery.  Twice. 

Oh, and gained a pretty good idea of where her original lost baby brother was. Which is why she and Nightwing borrow the bio-ship, flying incognito over Infinity Island. Her time spent as Oracle led to a lot of research, a lot of information obtained, and all arrows pointed to The Island. They couldn’t tell Batman. If they weren’t correct, if things went sour -- Batgirl squeezes Nightwing’s hand before they exit the ship. They had to be right. She couldn’t be wrong. 

Meanwhile, Jason watches the heir to the demon’s head carefully, the dagger in the child’s hand balanced as he practices fighting a dummy. The Blonde Woman, Artemis, is close by, training Damian -- Jason doesn’t mind having her around. Damian will be twice as protected with the both of them. But he has questioned it, her kindness and care, so unlike the shadows around them. Jason tilts his head to the side slightly, green eyes darting to Artemis. It’s very slight, a miniscule sound - a soft thud. 

“Noise.” He says decidedly. “Check?” 

[evoblue]

It’s been difficult to stay away. As soon as he had arrived home to be met with silence and irritation from Blue, the more he wanted to talk to her and be in her company. He had worked for many things in his life—his skill in battle, his knowledge of pokémon, the Battle Tree. And such experiences were being met here.

He had only come by his grandfather’s lab to drop off his results for a particular experiment they was running. He had thought it would be a quick visit: he would say hello, check in, then fly back out. However, he had found Blue there. He had immediately abandoned his initial expectations, deliberately dawdling how long he would be there so at some point, the woman would be forced to at say more than a few words to him.

Green had situated himself in the lab, busying himself for the last two hours by helping to digitise reports, check samples, feed the pokémon that remained there. It had been little to nothing so far, but his efforts were not to be in vain.

The two of them were now in the library. He stood upon a ladder to push some books back into the shelves which were handed to him off a cart by Blue. “I need you to take this one back for a sec,” he says, pushing the book back into her arms. His eyes were not on her, instead focused on one of the covers. The corner had bent upon beginning to be slotted in between two other books and ever the perfectionist, he retracted it immediately so he could push the one he was holding without damaging it. He took a further step upon the ladder and push his fingers against the corner carefully. It was soon flush against the dark wood of the shelving.

Green nodded slightly as a way of acknowledging his own work. He glanced at Blue and offered his hand out. “Book?” he asked. His eyes remained on hers, and cool expression taking upon his face. He moved to return to the original step he had been on, but upon moving his foot down, it had slipped. His hazel eyes widen as he had leaned too far now in the direction of Blue when he went to transfer his weight. He raises an arm to help brace the fall, and the skin lands upon the opposing shelf. Blue had landed beneath his form, and his shaking gaze met hers from mere inches away.

He was not physically on top of her, Blue pushed against the wall and looking up at him, him half standing clearly caught in trying to stop himself from falling. He stares at ber, clearly shocked, and it takes him a few seconds, a beat too long, to realise.

His breathing was calm and quiet, relishing in her stare, before he blinks and pulls back slightly.

“I… Sorry.”

When she had stopped by Oak's lab to deliver some parcels for Rowan, she hadn't expected to run into Green.

Viridian is just a stone's throw away from their tiny little hometown, so it's not ridiculous, but she always figured he'd be too busy with his duties, focused on himself and his own things... or Red. That is, unfortunately, the Green she best remembers.

The Green that made her feel invisible.

Maybe that's why she can't bring herself to quit giving him the cold shoulder, even as they maneuver around each other while they help Oak in the lab. There's no reprieve from the tension hanging in the air. Wherever she goes, she feels like he's simply there... Is he doing this on purpose?

Eventually, there is but one task left to help the good professor, and one that will most efficiently be completed as a team, so she bites the bullet. She works well in tandem with Green, alphabetizing books on the fly and handing them to her old rival so he can slot them into their proper spots on the bookshelf. He seems engrossed in this task, almost dutifully so, and she finds herself sneaking a glance over at him when he returns one of the books back to her, knowing the chance of their eyes meeting now is close to none.

Oh. Her lips part slightly in quiet surprise. She's spent so much time being cross at him over the last few months that she hadn't really taken the time to look at him but... Green's changed a lot. Gone are the soft lines of his face and ever-present sneer, replaced with sharp angles and gentle eyes unfitting of the hot-headed rival of her past. Green has the kind of face that stops people in their tracks. He'd be so soul-crushingly handsome if she didn't know him to be so arrogant and self-absorbed...

'Book?'

Blue startles at the sound of his voice. She suspects that she might have been caught staring but says nothing, aiming to keep a calm exterior as she holds out the thick volume she'd been cradling in her hands—

—Mew, it all happens so fast.

Her eyes widen as Green suddenly loses his footing, his body lurching toward her. In a rustle of pages, the book she was holding ends up gods know where as her back hits the wall, her rival hovering dangerously over her.

Her pulse spikes as she realizes just how close they are.

Cobalt blue locks on warm hazel, wide from shock, and her breath hitches. They both remain painfully still for what feels like far too long, long enough for her to notice his stupidly long lashes and the flecks of green in his honeyed irises. Her lips part, forming around the shape of his name when he suddenly straightens, putting some much-needed distance between them. She takes the opportunity to look away.

"I-it's fine. Not like you planned to do that... Are you okay, though?"

That could've been a nasty fall if he hadn't caught himself.

@wishmcker

[evoblue]

His confident reply is hardly surprising. The Oak boys have always been known for their boisterous self-assurance, but a more mature Green can express it with much more finesse than he could in his younger days. She refrains from rolling her eyes, even though she’s tempted to; after all, he has had far more insufferable moments in the past, so she can let this one slide.

Especially since he comes bearing gifts of attention for her.

Blue has glanced in the mirror several times since getting ready; she knows she looks good. However, there’s something in the lower register of his voice as he compliments her, along with the way his gaze lingers on her figure just a bit too long, that makes her heart race against her better judgment.

Sunken ships and storms at sea, she reminds herself. At the very least, it helps her get a grip on herself.

She expects this will be when they part ways, where she can simply walk away to drown out her stupid thoughts with something that’ll keep her busy, so it shocks her when Green makes a show of moving to her side. Up close, she can even make out the delicate patterns on her childhood rival’s silvery tie, perfectly coordinated with her decorations. 

What does he want from her?

Probably a reprieve from Chuck, she muses, thinking back at his red-faced chagrin from earlier. What could the old martial arts master possibly have over the great Green Oak?

As it turns out, her old rival just wants a chat. It’s mostly small talk about the event, her intents and preparations, unexpected moments of frustration, and how she handled the matters as best she could on such a tight deadline. This is easy, impersonal, something that she can share without feeling like she’s baring a piece of her soul to him. 

It’s a bit different when the topic drifts to her research. Green seems more familiar with her work than she would’ve expected, though the rational part of her reminds her that, as a professional pokémon trainer, the least someone like him can do is keep up to date with the latest pokémon-related science journals.

When he compliments her, an airy laugh spills from her lips. “What can I say? I’m good at multi-tasking.”

Keeping busy has always been a short-term remedy for her depression. As long as she has something to occupy her thoughts, she doesn’t have the time to dwell on her loneliness or feelings of inadequacy. She has always felt like an afterthought, both to her ever-absent parents and to her childhood friends too focused on each other. From what she understands, Green and Red have reconnected in recent years, back to the easy rivalry and camaraderie of the times before she crashed into their lives. She was never meant to be their equal; the two of them have always been closer to each other than to her, and she isn’t actually a trainer from Pallet like they are. A lonely rich girl like her and two small-town boys who had known each other since they were old enough to crawl… whatever made her think that they would ever truly accept her?

With a shaky breath, she swallows back the thoughts and returns to present time.

“Though I… admittedly am a little behind on my latest research notes and the professor’s on my ass about it. He shouldn’t complain when he’s the one that asked me to teach a week-long seminar in Galar on his behalf…”

Hopefully, she sounds normal and carefree enough. Gods, she could really use a drink. She opens her mouth to say as much, but the words catch in her throat when she sees an unassuming drop of wine spilling from Green’s mouth.

It brings too much attention to his lips, ruddy from the wine, just a shade away from looking kiss-bruised. Her traitorous mind bitterly wonders if anybody else in this hall will be lucky enough to kiss him properly by the end of the night, though her thoughts come to a screeching halt as Green flicks his tongue against his finger. Arceus…

Blue averts her gaze as her companion distracts himself with the hand sanitizer, annoyed at herself for still thinking about him like that despite everything. Sunken ship…

She really wants that drink now.

“Please, if you would be so kind,” she replies, her lips quirked upward as she recalls the champagne she’d left behind with Erica and whether the sender had seen her rejection as a slight. No need to bring that up now.

“I’ll join you for some sake.” It’s not her drink of choice but it’s stronger than wine and she could use that right now. “We do have flavored options if you’re into that.” 

The bar is quite packed as most of her legal drinking-aged patrons seek their libations for the night. “I’m partial to the white peach—whoa!” 

Someone bumps into her with a hastily-muttered apology and she barely manages to keep herself upright with her death grip on Green’s arm.

“Sorry… it looks like everyone's in a rush to get a drink tonight.”

Green continues to glare at Chuck and pushes harshly at his shoulder considering now he is taller than his former mentor. He coughs behind his hand in an attempt to regain his composure as the two Gym Leaders are greeted by the host of the gala, breezing towards them. And when he finally looks back up to return the greeting, he eases himself into into that calm he finally finds. He leans into one of his hips and shoves his other hand into his pocket.

Her slightly bemused expression is what he sees, and he almost wants to laugh for it is a look he hasn't seen for a long time. He settles for a smile instead, unable to keep the hint of cheek out of it. Especially when she compliments him. He doesn't know if it is his mind playing tricks on him, but her gaze is unable to leave his. And the words fall from her lips, and he somehow manages to keep his cool. His face is only dusted slightly with pink now, a healthy flush.

His hazel-green eyes remain kept and he does the same as his mentor. He too bows, still embracing the fact that she is not outwardly ignoring him. At least not yet.

❝ It's a little more than nice, ❞ Green replies, an effortless response, really. But he laughs good-naturedly, swirling the glass that was once Daisy's. What kind of wine was this anyway? He almost doesn't want to compliment her back, because it would mean being entranced by her once more. Even though he knows well by now that he is under her spell anyway.

❝ You look really good. Perfect for the host of something like this. ❞

His eyes rake over her form, pulling his gaze away when he realises he has stared for a beat too long, murmuring a soft apology for his leering. He unknowingly begins to turn his back to Chuck who only watches with his own, knowing smile. If Green were to turn around, he would understand exactly what it is that Chuck is thinking. As in some realms, he thinks the same thing. He unintentionally moves to stand closer to her, another something he doesn't notice, as though pulled into her orbit. They had always danced around each other, always found each other on their journeys and would connect even as their ambitions separated. He always knows that they return to the same point, but over the last few years, those meetings had begun to rescind.

Being able to simply have her beside him seems to settle the burning inside of him, the yearning that is marked only by her name. He can smell the familiar scent she has worn against her skin for a while now—the flowery scent with the earthy undertones. He had recognised it immediately and now that he is right next to her. it is enveloping all of his senses as he breathes.

There are many events in his life that Green would now consider to be a mistake. Constantly putting down Red and Blue and insisting that he was better instead of travelling with his friends on his journey. Immediately trying to walk down the path of Victory Road to know what it feels like to walk the path of champions like he intended to be, only to be forced back like the arrogant child he had been. How he had wanted to battle his rival in favour of helping the clefairy that needed help (and really did!). How he hadn't stayed behind to help Red battle against Team Rocket, having barely gotten out of Silph. Co.

Only caring about pokémon and being the best out of the three.

Losing touch with both of his friends/rivals.

Not being able to contact either of them until he was made aware of their presences in other ways.

His regrets, the ones that really made him sit, reevaluate and learn from, were part of his driving force to reconnect. He had attempted to better himself, not only as a trainer, but as a person. He had reached his main goal, having rarely taken time to slow down and simply live. Green had chosen to sit as the Viridian City Gym Leader. He had climbed Mt. Silver on more than one occasion, having found Red living and breathing nature. Bonding with his pokémon and battling the strong that lived there, having eventually made his way to the peak as the strongest. This visits, which became quite regular with the aid of his charizard or pidgeot, the two conveyed their grievances, apologies were offered by Green and accountability was taken. A difficult few weeks, but that was nothing compared to Red, and presumably Blue.

Piece by piece, he had rebuilt the friendship he had torn down. And the two are now friends again, best friends with a little bit of rivalry, completely loyal and trust unshakeable. And one day, he hopes to achieve that again with Blue.

Green had worked very hard to grow. He had done his best to change.

Like how he had to forge a new path for himself, like he had hiked the trail again to the top of Mt. Silver to bring Red home upon his shocking loss to the newest champion from Johto.

And he hopes that these steps they take now, as they walk alongside each other on this illustrious evening, that this would be theirs.

❝ You have done a great job with this, ❞ Green continues on, feeling as though the decorations are another easy topic for them. They continue to walk slowly away from Chuck and using the hand he had in the pocket of his slacks, he lifts it away from where Blue can see and flipping him off. His attention remains on Blue, and he is more than impressed. Her passion in all realms of her work certainly is evident. Blue had always been a bit of a perfectionist, even when it came to training and battling.

A small smile ghosts at the corner of his lips, and he cannot help it, completely serene as he watches her. Such grace and elegance, and yet there is still that fire inside her. The one that flashes against the sapphire blue of her eyes when someone dares to challenge her about anything; be that a pokémon battle, a debate on her own research or leading people to adapt beyond a crisis. He listens when she talks of how some of the flowers were wrong and how she found a solution. She is older, stronger, and wiser, but she is still Blue.

❝ Aren't you still confirming some results for your research on friendship-based evolution as well? You're still as amazing as ever, Blue, to do all of this and still contribute to science concurrently, ❞ he says. ❝ Even I struggle to keep all of my things going at once. ❞

Green finally tears his hazel-green eyes from Blue to find that they walked to the bar. He masks his surprise with his easy, cool expression, but it melts back into the soft, tranquil smile that he only seems to wear around the woman still at his side.

Could she be forever?

❝ I'm thinking of my own drink since this is someone else's, ❞ he announces, holding up Daisy's wine glass. There is not much left of the Pinot Noir either, so he downs it in one go. One drop accidentally trails from the corner of his mouth, and he easily catches it with his finger. He glances at Blue as he likes the tip of his finger, dropping his gaze so he can reach for some sanitiser in one of his blazer pockets to clean his hand. He puts everything away, taking his ordinary stance of leaning into his hip and having his other hand in the pocket. He glances at her and shrugs, his grin looking slightly cheeky. However, there is no mirth behind his eyes.

Green has very much leaned into the cool image has developed, mostly being quiet and the small smirk that always lingers there. His arrogant side only appears when he meets people who behave like him or those who really need to be knocked down a peg or two. And so, if anyone were to know how excited he really is upon Blue taking the step to have a conversation with him, that whole image would be shattered.

And so, he calms. He doesn't want to overwhelm her. Maybe this really is a step in the right direction for him and Blue. He understands he hurt her in very similar ways when they were kids, needing to properly apologise and take accountability for his wretched behaviour. But there is something worse, something she keeps hidden away. He hopes one day that she feels comfortable to open up one day and allow him to properly listen and hopefully discuss it.

❝ May I buy the lovely host a drink? ❞ Green asks, offering a small smile. ❝ The fact that no one has bought you one yet is criminal. You have worked so hard to make this happen—you deserve to relax with a drink in your hand. ❞

He briefly looks at the noticeboard, and looks back towards her. ❝ "I'm thinking of getting some sake. What would you like? There's cocktails, mixed drinks, soda, water, wine... ❞

[evoblue]

giving the headcanon generator a spin...

generate 10 headcanons for your muse and then accept ✔ or reject ✖ them!

If someone they knew committed a crime, Blue would cover for them. ✔ (depends on the person (Silver, Yellow, Rosa, for example) and the crime, maybe)

Blue is awful with technology and doesn't know how to use a smartphone. ✖ (she is literally a tech guru, this is just wrong lol)

Blue has a roblox account. ✖ (the fuck is a roblox?)

Blue chews their nails when nervous. ✖ (never, her nails are impeccable 99.9% of the time)

Blue was dropped out of a window as a child. ��� (no, but in an alternate universe, she fell down a well and drowned, does that count?)

Blue steals other people's clothes. ✖ (she likes to wear her own, well-fitting clothes... though she might steal a hat or something while flirting idk)

Blue has an incredible long-term memory but an awful short-term memory. ✖ (she's sharp, she hardly ever forgets anything)

Blue shops exclusively at Hot Topic. ✖ (you wouldn't catch her dead inside that store)

Blue sleeps in until noon. ✔ (sometimes, on occasion)

Blue can play the piano. ✔

tagged by @darkestrellar!! tagging @wishmcker for Green, @weisskunig, @weisskunigin, @illusions-end, @murmursdraconic, and @talesforged for Noir!

[evoblue]

Blue is the belle of the ball and very much knows it.

She moves gracefully through the crowd, a vision of glittering crystals, adorned with a sparkling smile as she greets the guests along her way. Kalosian gym leader Valerie stops her to remark on the exquisite craftsmanship of her dress, while a blushing Erika suggests that the "um… sheerness" of the Aozaki heiress's dress would certainly cause a media frenzy back home in Kanto.

But we aren’t back home, Blue muses, and she’s finally ready to stop giving a damn about what her mother's society thinks.

A server approaches her, presenting a glass of sparkling champagne adorned with silver leaf, a gift from a gentleman at the bar. She glances over in that direction, curious to locate the sender, but instead, her gaze is captured by a pair of familiar warm hazel eyes.

Green.

Word of the Oak siblings’ arrival had carried through the party but they had somehow failed to meet until now.

He looks good, though doesn’t he always? She's often heard the saying, ‘The clothes make the man,’ but with Green, it's the other way around. He looks incredible in that suit, and it almost seems unfair how effortlessly handsome he manages to appear. Like a prince in a fairy tale.

A few moments pass by and his gaze continues to bore into her. Suddenly, she becomes acutely aware of how her dress clings to her like a second skin. The plunging neckline and sheer fabric reveal just enough to be enticing while still leaving something to the imagination. Would Green notice? What would he think? Would he find her beautiful?

With sudden distress, she wonders, 'Why does it matter?' That ship had never sailed; instead, it had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, much like her longing for a rival that had outgrown her and never looked back. She had come to realize that, in Green's eyes, she would never be enough.

He’s the first to break eye contact, seeking solace in the depths of his wine glass and leaving her feeling hollow.

Blue contemplates spinning in place and disappearing into the crowd when Chuck waves her over with a hearty laugh. Her eyes widen briefly, though she recovers and straightens her back, the depths of her blue eyes betraying none of the brewing storm within. She can do this.

After waving farewell to her companions, Blue drifts over like a yuki-onna, looking hauntingly beautiful, poised, and maybe just a bit dangerous.

“Mr. Chuck, Green.” She offers the men a short bow in greeting, as much as the bejeweled bodice would allow. “I’m so happy to see you both here. Your support means the world to me.”

Chuck, looking almost unrecognizable in a pressed suit, looks like he wants to hug her but mercifully doesn’t; meanwhile, Green is making his best impression of a tamato berry. She arches a brow. What sort of embarrassing stories might the old man have threatened to share with her to get her rival looking like that?

"You clean up nicely." The statement is vague enough that it could refer to both of them but her eyes are pinned on Green.

∘ ◦ ✌ —  semi-plotted starter for @evoblue

He had to glance back when he heard Fantina raise her voice while Daisy's remained soft and quiet. Two friends and former rivals, it's not often that he sees his sister so fired up, and never has he seen her wear the identical smirk that he and Gary adorn. He easily walks off after informing he was going to wander, leaving the flurry of pink and purple behind.

Green continues to nurse the wine he had essentially stolen from Daisy, taking another sip. He had taken a photo with Raihan, apparently a social media influencer as well as a Gym Leader, he ate the offered green tea cookie Karen offered him when he stopped to talk to her and Sidney, and had a good catch up with Chuck. He laughs openly at the memory his former mentor tells, and when he opens his eyes, but instead of looking at Chuck, his eyes are immediately drawn elsewhere.

He nearly drops the glass and he swears that he loses all breath. Time slows down for Green as the most beautiful person he has ever seen emerges. Hair shiny and down, curled in soft waves. Makeup brings out how truly blue like the sky her eyes are. Jewellery that only accentuates whatever look she is she is going for. And a dress that hugs her body, and Green wants to trail his fingers exactly like the patterns on the dress upon her skin and tell her how lovely she is. To fawn and call her his and kiss her with every emotion he feels so she knows for sure. He never forgot, could never. She is magnetic and he has learned over the last few months why he has been so irritated—Green's heart only beats for her. He doesn't hear Chuck calling his name, and it's just the two off them when their gazes meet. A vision of beauty, and the way his heart pounds with love for her and yearning for her... His fingers twitch from wanting to interlace their fingers and remind her how wonderful she is. Blue looks more exceptional than anything he would ever be able to describe, anything that has ever existed before her. She shines, even against all of the glorious work.

He somehow breaks out of his gaze, taking another sip of wine for his mouth his dry. His thoughts were reaching places he didn't want them to. The laugh from Chuck earns the older Gym Leader a glare. ❝ Don't, ❞ Green says, tone stern from over the rim of his glass. Chuck is wearing the same expression as Daisy the other day when he had first invited her as his guest to the gala, and it only makes him more nervous. He starts to fiddle with the large, coal-grey ring on his thumb, but it brings no strength for it only gets worse.

"Don't you want to greet her?" Chuck asks, and he slaps Green across the back hard enough that it shoves him forward a couple of steps, nearly spilling burgundy liquid across Green's crisp white short. He had gasped in surprise. Chuck only laughs louder and waves his arm high. Green is not one to blush, but his face feels like he is being hit by Charizard's Flamethrower. He looks panicked for a moment and it turns into a heated glare just as quickly. His tone would rise quickly as he cups one hand around his mouth, and for the first time, Green is horrified and completely hopeless all because he fell in love. "Hey, Ms. Aozaki! It's been a long time since I last saw you, come talk to us!"

If looks could kill, Chuck would be dead.