Ivor’s relationship with Y/N started out through friendly sparring sessions at the Fist of Justice dojo. He admired how determined Y/N was, never backing down even when exhausted. Over time, that admiration turned into something softer, a warmth that lingered after every match. He’d often grin between rounds and say, “You’ve got the heart of a fighter, Y/N. Makes it hard to focus when you’re this inspiring.” What began as mutual respect for each other’s strength slowly grew into affection neither of them could ignore.

When they started dating, Ivor treated Y/N like both a partner and a student in life. He’d wake them early for training, insisting that “discipline sharpens the soul,” then reward them afterward with home cooked meals and gentle laughter. Around Y/N, the stoic warrior side of him softened he listened more, smiled more, and sometimes even got flustered when Y/N complimented him. His hands, usually meant for battle, found new meaning when holding theirs.

In quiet moments, Ivor would open up about his fears, mostly concerning his sister Gwynn and his belief that strength alone might not be enough to protect everyone he cares about. Y/N often comforted him, reminding him that love itself can be a kind of strength. He’d respond with a quiet chuckle, brushing his thumb against Y/N’s cheek and whispering, “Guess you’re training my heart now.” Those simple words carried the sincerity that defined him a warrior learning tenderness.

Their relationship became a balance between power and peace. Ivor encouraged Y/N to pursue their own growth while remaining fiercely supportive, defending them with the same passion he put into every battle. Whether they were sparring beneath the dojo lights or walking home under Lumiose’s night sky, there was always a sense of mutual respect. Y/N saw the fighter behind the charm, and Ivor saw the courage that first made him fall in love.