~It's Just A Distant Memory: Gladion X Reader~

~Chapter Five~

~Gladion's P.O.V~

"Well, I think I'm going to go get dressed." "Okay-" "Gladion... Would you mind coming with me?" "What!?" My face showed complete shock. "Why would I...?!" "Because, I don't want to be alone. I'm scared of someone kidnapping me." I looked at (y/n)'s mother, waiting to see if this was okay. After all, I don't want to get on the bad side of (y/n)'s mother.

(y/n)'s mother sighed. "If it'll make (y/n) feel more comfortable, I'm fine with it. But, don't you DARE try anything nasty." "I won't, I promise." "Then, let's go!" (y/n) took my hand, and, dragged me to her room.

"Okay, so, just let me know when-" I stopped, when I saw (y/n) taking off her shirt, leaving her with only her bra to cover her breasts. My face started to heat up. I looked away. "Something wrong?" "This is.... It's just awkward." "Oh... Sorry..." "It's fine. Just, let me know when you're dressed." "Okay."

After a while, (y/n) told me that she was completely dressed. I looked, cautiously. But, she was indeed dressed. I internally sighed in relief. Though, when I looked closely, at (y/n)'s outfit, I noticed something. This was the same exact outfit that (y/n) wore when we first met each other. Is this a coincidence? That (y/n)'s wearing the exact same outfit as to when we first met each other? Or, is it purely luck? Questions like these filled my head. "Something wrong?" (y/n) asked me. "No, nothing at all." "Okay, well, after I brush out my hair, I'll be ready to go." "Okay."

After a while, I noticed (y/n) having some trouble with her hair. I walked over to her, and, asked, "Do you want some help?" "Sure, thanks." (y/n) handed me the (Favorite Color) hairbrush. I then, slowly, and carefully, started to brush out her hair.

In almost no time, it was all brushed out. "Thanks, Gladion." "No problem. So, would you be willing to meet up, with Hau? We could talk about your first Pokémon battle." "Sure." We then headed outside, and, made our way towards Iki town. On the way, (y/n) grabbed my hand. I mean, seriously, shouldn't I be the one making the moves on (y/n)!? Not the other way around! But, still... I love this... This contact, with (y/n). If only it was the (y/n) I knew. The one with her memories available to her... I sighed. "Gladion, is something bothering you?" "No, I'm fine." "Okay." Don't worry, (y/n), I won't give up, until you have your memories available to you. I swear it!

Later, my fellow readers! =^-^=