Closet Romantic
By anonymous
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Author: 416 words drabble.
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It was too unnatural. That nagging voice. Damn it, doesn’t she know that visiting hour is over? A lean, muscular arm reached out and pulled the white, hospital blanket up over his disheveled brown hair, hoping against all hope that she’ll give up and go away.
It’s embarrassing enough that he, the Pokémon Master, had fallen prey to a pathetic Team Rocket ploy and ended up in the hospital after being diagnosed as “severely exhausted”. The hospital smell was strong with anti-septic, he snorted-clean, indeed. Some unsuspecting fool could just walk in, take a good whiff- and die.
“Ash, don’t make me call Nurse Joy,” again, with the annoying voice.
Misty?
A head appeared below the blankets, two brown eyes stared
out, “Misty, why aren’t you at the
“Never mind that. You’re in the hospital, it’s obligatory that I come and visit you. Now, Nurse Joy gave me explicit orders to check your injury. And don’t even try to escape; Captain Jenny had the doors barricaded,”
The head looked at his surrounding.
“So were the windows,”
Damn.
“Lose the blanket Ash, you look like a corpse,” Misty demanded like when they were children.
“I don’t trust you,” Ash said simply, the childish, stubborn streak she loved surfaced again. But this time, on a dark handsome face, “You’re a girl, you’ll look.”
“Ash, I’ve seen you half-naked everyday for the past three days and I haven’t even tried to sexually entice you. Haven’t I proven myself yet?” Misty continued, disregarding his reddening face, “There you were, muscular and unconscious, who knew what I could have done to you? I fought against temptation and he said he doesn’t trust me,”
And there was the feisty woman that he loved.
“You know what a girl wants to hear, so just say it,” she turned around to counter behind her.
Ash smirked, “Misty, how old are you again?”
“Twenty,” she replied, confusion evident on her face.
His eyebrows shot up in feigned exaggeration, “No! You look not a day over sixteen,”
“Very funny Ketchum, that’s not what I meant,”
Smiling brilliantly, she looked back at him and their gaze locked. His heart skipped a beat as a strange sensation nagged at his being…
…because when blue clashes with honey.
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As it turns out, the Pokémon
Master is a closet romantic.