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"Feel better?" Grusha's cold, yet soft voice sounded through the room. You opened your eyes to look up at the boy who's shoulder your head was leaning on, a quiet 'hm..' leaving your mouth as you curled up more inside the blanket he gave you. His scarf remained around your neck, an extra item for warmth. Of course, Grusha would never let anyone else lean on him like this, but you were an exception.

Grusha had found you a good 30 minutes ago out in the snow. You were freezing, your Pokémon fainted due to you trying to fight a Glalie that was a bit too strong for you and your team, which caused you to pass out after your Pokémon fainted. It was basically a miracle you weren't attacked, but it also meant you were left out in the cold with a terrible jacket for 10+ minutes, meaning you could've gotten frostbite if Grusha didn't come along. If it was anybody else, he would've just taken them to a Pokémon Center and let it be their problem...but it was you...the person he's caught feelings for.

You closed your eyes, thinking of what to say. The TV's volume was low, and the crackle of the fireplace added a nice touch to this cozy scenario. He had given you quite a few things to warm you up; his scarf, extra socks, hot Cocoa, anything so you didn't get injured.