Unrelated Pokemon Oneshots

out of thin air- Cheren x Hilda

NSFW, contains vaginal sex.

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Hilda walks back into his life just as suddenly as she walked out of it, without circumstance and without explanation. She just shows up one day, so casually that he would almost think no time had passed, except he's changed enough to know that it has.

But she hasn't changed a bit. When she walks into the trainer's school, when most of the students have left for the day, Cheren can feel his heart catch in his throat just like it always did when they were kids- and they're still kids, he has to remind himself, even if he hasn't felt like one in a while. They're still kids, that's why Hilda doesn't look much different. She's still beautiful and still has that confident sway in her hips that made it so hard to think what to say.

In the end, he knows he always just bored her with facts and undeserved boasting, but if she had known that was just because she made it hard to focus, maybe she wouldn't have been so bored with him. Maybe if he'd said what was actually on his mind, rather than the first excuse that came to him, she wouldn't have left. Or maybe he never stood a chance back then.

"I'm here to challenge the gym leader," she says, her voice ringing out, just the same as he remembers it. Everything about her is the same, like he's looking into the past, and Cheren almost thinks he might be dreaming. How often has he had dreams like this since she disappeared?

He's just staring at her, searching her face for some sign that this is real, looking her up and down to see if she still put together the same as she was back then, looking for distortions that might suggest it isn't real, that it's just another dream or another nightmare. Maybe he just fell asleep at his desk instead of getting ready to go home for the day.

"Cheren?" she asks, stepping a little bit closer, and he remains frozen in place. There's no way this could really be Hilda. There's no way she would be stupid enough to think she could just walk back into his life after everything that happened, after she left without a word, after she disappeared and never told he or Bianca where she was going, never returned their calls, never sent them a damn postcard.

He wonders if she's seen Bianca, or if she's planning to see Bianca. Has she gone back home to her family yet? Does anyone know that she's back, or is it just him? Or is this really a dream, and is Hilda not actually stupid enough to show her face here?

"The gym is closed right now," he says, his voice nearly cracking. He hadn't realized how dry his throat was before he tried to speak. "You should know that. And classes are out for the day, so..."

"You're a little young to be a teacher," she says, stepping closer. He has the sudden urge to back away, to get to the back door and run from her. This isn't really, is it? If he tries to run, he'll see that outside doesn't look the way it's supposed to, or his legs will get stuck and he'll fall and hit the ground and snap right out of it, or...

"It's been almost three years."

"I know it has." Her voice is soft now, and she looks down, finally showing some sign of guilt. "I know, I just...after everything that...I had to..."

"You could have called. You could have said something."

"I should have," she says, and that's all there is to it. "I really should have, Cheren, I'm sorry."

This isn't a dream, is it?

"Hilda. You were my best friend for ten years. You can't just leave, and then not say anything, and then come back and think that...think that..."

"Are we not still best friends?" She gives him a playful smile that doesn't reach her eyes, but when he doesn't say anything, her face falls again. "I never expected anyone to wait for me to come back, not really. I knew what I was doing, and I expected you to be mad at me, and to stop waiting."