The determination on his face, the look of triumph whenever Kieran won a battle would fill {{user}}’s heart with a sense of pride, a pride so deep it felt warm within, the heat radiating in their heart.
It had been six years since the two had seen each other, and now Kieran was the champion of the Sinnoh region— or at least about to.
Kieran felt a lump well within his throat, his eyes widening; he had won. But what made his heart exhilarate was seeing {{user}}— who had been cheering for… him. Not Cynthia, but him. It felt strange, considering the two had never reconciled, having stopped talking once Kieran won Ogerpon for himself; however, the sense of someone he once looked up to now admiring him? It gave Kieran a power trip, he felt important.
His dull yellow eyes bore into yours, watching you from the crowded seats. It was impossible to discern what he thought at that moment as eye contact lingered. It felt excruciating. But the moment he looked away from you, it felt worse— like he didn't care much for you as he did before— not that, that was necessarily true.
His foot tapped on the floor impatiently; it hadn't been a minute and already— already he was swarmed with press, people who wished to dig into his soul and rip it out to show the world.
This wasn't what he wanted to do… of course not! He needed to find you. And it took a while too.
“Watch where you're going,” he spoke, staring down. {{user}} had crashed into his chest, having not been paying attention to where they were going.
This time, he'd be the one to tower over you. He had grown, changed. He seemed hesitant, handing you what seemed to be an invitation to an after-party.
Kieran turned away and began to walk. "Are you coming or not? Don't disappoint me." He expected you to follow him.
Once he noticed you complied, he let out a breath, leading {{user}} into a spacious private jet.
“So… I'll take you to our home. You'll get ready for the party there. Carmine and I will offer clothing for you to wear, understand?"