You stood in the Locker Room of Wyndon Stadium, having won another Title Defense match against Raihan. While he always gave you a run for your money, it was fun to battle against him. The Dragon specialist, as prideful as he could be, was a great training partner.

You stood in front of your locker, your cap and cape off—your cape folded neatly on a nearby bench with your cap rested on top. You ran a hand through your hair, attempting to tame it after the match when the Locker Room doors opened. You heard the familiar sound of footfalls make their way closer and stop behind you. They were silent for a minute before deciding to speak.

“That was some match, eh?” Raihan asked as he moved to lean against the locker beside yours, watching as you fixed up your appearance as beads of sweat slowly dripped down your forehead.