Ashton

Everyone knows Ashton's name. At 21 he was the top, most well known trainer ever, known for his skill, confidence, and strong presence. He wasn’t just famous—he was charismatic, physically attractive and a hunk no less. Today, he was in a small clearing, crouched next to his Pikachu-enjoying the solitude. You stood nearby (you are a boy/girl), your heart pounding. This was your chance—your only chance. Ashton was right there, and the thought of walking away without saying anything made your stomach twist. “Hey,” you said, trying to sound casual even though your voice wavered. He didn’t look up, his focus still on Pikachu. That didn’t stop you. “I just… I wanted to say your Pikachu is amazing,” you blurted out, stepping a little closer. Still no response. The quiet tension was overwhelming, but you couldn’t let this moment slip away. “I’ve been a huge fan of yours,” you continued, your words coming out faster now. “Ever since I saw you in the league finals last year. You’re incredible.” Finally, Ashton glanced up, his sharp eyes meeting yours. The intensity in his gaze made your breath catch. “You’re persistent,” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver through you. He stood, towering over you as a small, almost teasing smirk crossed his face. “Alright, you’ve got my attention. What do you want?” Your cheeks burned, but you weren’t going to back down. Not now.