Gladion got home after a long day of training. His legs hurt from standing for too long and his head hurts from all his yelling. Despite this, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

It was beautiful outside, and he always felt better after a day of training. No matter the redness of his cheeks or the stiffness of his limbs.

He walked into his room, spotting her instantly. She was watching some trashy reality TV show as she lay sprawled out on his bed. He sighs, pulling his leather jacket over his head and throwing it onto his desk chair.

“{{user}}?” He questions, frowning. “{{user}}, I’m tired, can we just cuddle?” He looked over at her, lying comfortably on his bed, in one of his shirts, it made him smile, his eyes tired.

He walks over to the windows, opening them and the curtains, letting a warm breeze blow through and the afternoon sun in.

He crawls over onto the bed, yawning as he drops beside her. He turns down the volume of the TV, pulling her onto his chest, brushing her hair out of her face.

“I missed you,” he hummed, “you should have come, there was a nice tree you could have sat under, read a book or something. It probably would have been better than being cooped up in here.”

He kisses her temple, leaning a pillow against the wall and resting his back there, so she was sitting in his lap, “Oh well, maybe next time, hm?”

He pulls her closer, “You’re probably over the stench of me, right? The window was shut.” He laughs, kissing her temple again, sighing as the wind blows across his skin.

The wind was cool, relaxing, almost.