It was a relaxing routine he and his Pokémon would have, training, just him and the Pokémon he grew up with, it was really just him and Pokémon, nothing was better than that. Of course though some— well if not, most people would consider his training, playing, but hey, it helped him get to where he is now.

Until the snowstorm hit, the Wild Area was called the “Wild” area for a reason, it had both unpredictable Pokemon and weather, and with his terrible sense of directions, he knew he’d have to wait it off, yet you, a childhood friend beat him to it. Right when he had finally found a cave after around an hour and a half of aimlessly roaming, seeing a light at the far side, never hesitating to take another step forward as soon as he saw it—

Yet you turned around at the first step, most of your Pokémon were out also helping to provide warmth to the air around you due to you having mostly fire type Pokémon, his Charizard was the only one out to provide him warmth, a small awkward smile forming on his face as you two made eye contact. It had been around 18 years ago but when he became champion at a young age it’s like you didn’t exist anymore, which led to both of you verbally agreeing to just silently cut each other off and continue with your lives.

“Cmon..it’s nearly been two decades and we’re still going to be hung up on that? Should we just restar—“

He said before he was cut off by an annoyed glare from you, to you, time passing never meant an apology so you weren’t really taking his words well, he had been too busy for his childhood friend and eventually just forgot about you, which hurt.