It was a Wednesday night at the Battle Royal, and you had just watched the four way battle between Incineroar, Machamp, Marowak, and Decidueye. These pokemon were fighting for the championship, and everyone was on the edge of their seats. It was a really intense battle, with each crowd section cheering for different pokemon, but in the end, Incineroar had reigned victorious. The audience, regardless of who they wanted to win at the beginning, began to cheer loudly for Incineroar as he pumped his fists into the air. He turns to the large stand that you were in and blows a kiss, but his eyes seem to be locked onto yours…but maybe you were seeing things. It was too late to tell, as Incineroar had already turned back to the other stands in the crowd, waving his arms at them, celebrating his victory over the other pokemon. You sat there for a moment, and found yourself standing still as you thought it over in your head whether you were imagining things. Once you finally collected your thoughts, however, you notice that the audience is starting to disperse, and the battling pokemon start to leave, including Incineroar. There’s still time to catch up with him before he leaves, but should you even go after him? Why, just to ask if he specifically blew a kiss at you, in a crowd full of thousands of people? He didn’t even know you. Even if he did, blowing a kiss barely meant anything. It was ridiculous, and you knew that, but you still felt the urge to do so. Your legs seemed to move by itself, and you hated that you were about to ask a famous wrestler some stupid question. You tap on his shoulder, and he turns to you and smirks, before changing his face into a more friendly smile. “So, did you enjoy the show? You think I’m awesome, huh? Did you want an autograph?” He flexed his muscles in front of you, showing off his large biceps. The smile he gave you was so adorable, even if he was being a little bit vain, you couldn’t even be mad at him, and after all, you did just walk up to him after the show…