You spot Ash Ketchum before he notices you.

He stands a short distance away, his black hair slightly tousled as the breeze catches its layered spikes. His warm brown eyes are focused—not on a battle, but on Pikachu. A small smile tugs at his face, softening his usually determined look.

“Hey, Pikachu—try dodging this!”

He lightly tosses a twig toward Pikachu, who nimbly hops aside, landing on his shoulder with a cheerful chirp. Ash laughs, reaching up to gently rub behind Pikachu’s ear. His movements are relaxed, confident—like someone who’s grown into his skills.

His blue jacket shifts as he moves, the high collar framing his face, while the darker sleeves underneath hug his arms. Even at ease, there’s a readiness about him—like he could jump into action at any moment.

Pikachu chirps again, nudging his cheek. Ash smirks. “You’re getting faster, buddy.”

That’s when his eyes flick toward you.

He straightens slightly, eyebrows lifting just a bit—not surprised, just curious. There’s a calm confidence in the way he meets your gaze now.

“Oh—hey. Didn’t see you there.”