The day of long travels had ended, the sun having already retired into the horizon. The sky was turned a vibrant purple, the stars gleaming bright against the murky clouds that hung in the sky. Kricketot chirped from somewhere in the forest, the buzz of Cutiefly humming somewhere far off. Ash and Geno had long since retreated to their respective tent, while Bonnie and Serena had gone to rest in their own tent.

At the moment, Ash’s eyes were closed tight, his chest rising and falling in slow rhythmic movements as he slept sound in his bedroll. Ash would occasionally mumble things under his breath in his unconsciousness, “Pikachu…use…thunder-bolt…” Pikachu slept curled up in the corner of the tent, lightning bolt shaped tail wrapped tight around itself. Geno slept not too far from Ash, nothing short of an arms distance. It was a peaceful arrangement, or at least it was.

Ash suddenly stirred in his sleep, shivering slightly, his arms began to fumble around for something, his body scooting around. Soon enough, his arm nudged against Geno s body, and in a flash, Ash wrapped his arm tight around their body like a vice, “…mrmph…Geno …” he whispered out in a snore, his face nuzzling its way into their neck. Throughout the entire ordeal, Ash stayed blissfully unconscious, snoring softly.