Ice Punch (Bea x Male Reader)

The Aftermath

(A/N: Art made by cluseller on DeviantArt)

Why? Why am I suddenly remembering that moment? Why now? Why does this defeat in particular still shakes me so much? I mean, being the Champion could be a great thing, but I prefer having fun battling. So why? Why am I feeling like this? Am I afraid to disappoint Melony and Kabu not meeting expectations? Am I weak?

I am snapped out of my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder. I looked over to see whose it was. It was Bea, she had a really concerning look on her face.

Bea: "Are you okay? You looked a little distressed."

For some reason, almost instantly, I begin to calm down.

Y/N: "Yeah, I'm fine.... I was just, thinking..." I say looking away.

Bea looks at me, clearly not believing my excuse.

Bea: "You will have to try harder if you want to convince me that you are ok."

Y/N: "It's a personal thing...you don't need to listen to it if you don't want to."

Bea: "But I want to!"

This response takes me of guard. I was not expecting her to be concerned over someone she barely knows.

She realizes what she just said and tries to correct it, while looking away.

Bea: "I-I mean, you know one of my deepest secrets and I trust you with that; so I think it's only fair that you share one of your secrets with me..." She responds, rubbing her arm.

How can someone so determined and with such a fighting spirit can be so awkward and cute at the same time? Wait, WHAT AM I THINKING?!

Y/N: "*sigh* Ok, you won, I'll tell you." I say, trying to offer her my best smile.

She smiles back, while nodding in understanding.

Y/N: "How much have you heard about me?"

Bea: "I only heard that you were part of the Hoenn League and that you were really strong, that's what I remember Kabu saying."

Y/N: "Did he tell you that I got the chance to fight the Champion?"

Bea: "The Champion of your region?!" She responds, with a surprised tone on her voice, even though her face was trying her best to disguise it.

Y/N: "Well...yeah, but unfortunately this battle did not end with good results for me..."

Bea: "What do you mean?"

Y/N: "I lost. I lost against the Champion. And it wasn't even close."

She looks at me, now putting the pieces together.

Bea: "I see. So this lost must have affected you in a really bad way, didn't it?"

Y/N: "Yes. During our battle now, I felt like I could mature from that, but I saw flashes. Flashes of memory from that day. And seeing them hurt me like it was that day." I say, looking away.

Bea: "I understand how you feel. Losing such an important battle weights you down like a Hariyama being dropped on your back. But you shouldn't try to push it away too much. I know how it hurts, but if you try to force yourself to overcome this, you will only push everyone away, including your Pokemon" She says this last sentence, while looking at my fainted Froslass.

Y/N: "Right, I see. Thanks for listening to me" I say, looking up to her.

Bea: "It was no problem." She responds, giving me a small, but genuine smile.

I smile back, looking at her eyes, her beautiful silver eyes. As we were looking at each other's eyes, we fail to notice how late it was getting.

Y/N: "Oh shoot! I didn't notice that it was getting late. I should get going." He says, grabbing his stuff and getting ready to leave.

Bea: "Wait! Y/N!" She says, stopping me.

Y/N: "What?" I ask, looking back at her.

Bea: "Thanks for training with me. And if you want to talk, you can count on me." She responds, smiling at me.

Y/N: "T-that's nothing. I should be the one thanking you. You decided to listen to me. And you were the one who invited me." I smile back at her, once again and leave.

Bea POV:

I watch him leave back to Motostoke and begin looking back at what happened between me and him today.

He looks like such a nice person, he a strong trainer, has an interesting technique and looks like a reliable person. But the things he said to me... we look so distinct, but so similar at the same time. And those E/C eyes and that H/C hair, they were so beautiful and... wait, WHAT AM I THINKING?! I BARELY KNOW HIM!

I snap out of these thoughts, grab my backpack and began making my way towards Hammerlocke, still somehow, thinking about him; while I failed to notice, a blush creeping on my face.

Y/N POV:

I got back to the room, closed the door, but then, I spotted the package that Kabu gave me early, and I start remembering Bea's words.

Flashback

Bea: "I understand how you feel. Losing such an important battle weights you down like a Hariyama being dropped on your back. But you shouldn't try to push it away too much. I know how it hurts, but if you try to force yourself to overcome this, you will only push everyone away, including your Pokemon"

End of Flashback

And realizing that she is right, I need to hold that moment, as a way to not make the same mistakes again, like Melony told me, but hold it in a way it doesn't take my concentration away. Bea... she is such a nice and caring girl, with a serious look, that hides a caring person with an unexpected love for sweets! That silver eyes that I could stare for all day long...wait, WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT HER AGAIN?! WHY DO I FEEL THIS WAY ABOUT HER?!

My head was overfilling with thoughts about her when I remember the package. To take her off my mind, I decided to open the parcel. The package was a medium-sized, light box. I see note attached to the box. The note said:

To Y/N L/N

The New Gym Leader of Motostoke

From The Galar Pokemon League Office

I opened the box and saw the content inside. It was my uniform! The unform consisted in a white long-sleeved T-shirt with triangular symbols on the front, on the back, at the top my name, and below the number 470; a pair of white shorts, with the same number marked on the left side; a pair blue socks with some white details on it and a pair of white sneakers.

(A/N: It's the same you can buy in the game)

I decide to try on the uniform to see if it looks good on me. It fit well, but as I tried on, I see my reflection in the bedroom mirror. A smile of satisfaction and excitement begins to appear on my face, not only did I look good in the uniform, but I was satisfied with the fact that I was wearing it. That was proof that I could mature and leave that in the past. That was proof that I had potential. I swear I'll do my best and prove my worth as an ice-type expert!