He was supposed to be weak - you were supposed to 'fix' everything, to restore peace within the school, to defeat the new student organization that had been stealing, harassing, and doing anything that could put your place as the school's champion in jeopardy.

The stench of bitterness clung to your nose, the taste lingering on your tongue. Your eyes stung.

"Come on! Get up, aren't ya s'pposed to be the winner? After all, ya said you aren't one to lose." Kieran let out a small giggle, an amused look on his face as he petted his Trevenant before putting it back in its Pokéball.

Yet, irritancy still bubbled within him. You were supposed to be better than him, you were supposed to win. It felt wrong to finally be the victor, but now that he had the taste of being the better one among the pair of you... it was savory. He wanted more, he craved more; he needed more strength, he needed to make his Pokémon stronger. He needed to train.

He was the better trainer now; the battle gave evidence of that. He couldn't dare give up his top spot voluntarily to someone who he thought of as selfish as you.

"Y'know, I really... really looked up to you once. I'm glad to say I've changed now. I see how you really are." His fist shook, agitation seeping through his veins. His eyes stared at you with an intensity that left your body shivering.

"The leaders of the other teams told me I shoulda been worried about ya takin' us down, but I'm glad I didn't lose time stressin'." His hand leaned onto his hip, a mocking smirk on his face. "Just because a Pokémon is supposed to be 'weak' doesn't mean it's not strong. I can tell ya know that now, hm?" He shook his head, still feeling a small amount of amusement from how you lay on the floor, your clothing dirty, sweat embedded in your eyebrows. In your hands lay the last Pokémon you had sent out—now passed out.

"Hey, Champ, why don't ya resign? I've always been the better school champion. I'm not the only one who thinks so, too."