Pokemon Shipping Oneshots (Ash Ketchum Shippings Only)

Megabondshipping

This story, like many others, is based off of the AU of Earth, where our boy is from China. Sorry if any of this offends anyone! It also includes a tad bit of personal experience, if you don't mind :)

"Not like I'm surprised, Professor, but how did you manage to break the washer?"

Professor Sycamore moped at the sight of a desperate pile of clothes begging to be washed. It was 3am. He was drunk and tired. He didn't mean to throw a bunch of flasks in there instead. Now not only were they unable to wash their laundry, but the Professor's project would have to wait a few months.

"I'm so sorry, everyone. I-I'll try and get it fixed ASAP. In the meantime...you must still have some clothes, right?"

Alain's eyes immediately met with Ash's as Mairin proclaimed it wasn't a problem and left.

"...I don't have anything left"

"All I have left are traditional clothes, since I always wash those last", Ash explained.

"Well, at least you've got something. You can wear them outside apart from occasions, right?"

"...In China. I'm not sure about it here"

"Psht. It'll be fine. Go on, go get changed!", Alain laughed, ruffling Ash's hair as he went past.

As soon as they were alone, the Professor grabbed his opportunity.

"So...Kyle isn't bothering you anymore?"

"We've seen him", Alain sighed, "After what happened, but I don't think he has the nerve. I don't know about the rest of the gang, though"

"Gosh, Alain, I get that being young is exciting, but you could've carved a better past for yourself"

-Hours later-

"Yes, you do need more clothes!", Ash moaned as he dragged the other through the store, "That laundry and what you're wearing now, that's all you've got? I was secretly hoping you had some clothes under your bed or something"

Alain huffed as the younger boy shot him a stern look. His tiny lips and nose, his pretty eyes. He couldn't help but chuckle at the adorable baby face glaring at him.

"You're so cute", he smiled, earning a pout, "But I'm so tired. Can we not stop at a restaurant to eat?"

"Gee, I thought that'd be something I would say. Aw, fineeee. Besides, I saw a place that caught my eye before"

Ash's devious smirk eventually led the man to follow through as they began pointing playfully.

"Dumplings...", Alain started.

"And rice! Ah, you know me so well!"

Before they knew it, they were sitting at a booth excitedly clutching cardboard boxes in one hand, chopsticks in the other. Alain considered it a date. Ash? He thought he meant the number.

"It feels so uncultured using a fork around here. You've tried to teach me so many times"

"Oh, don't worry about it. It doesn't matter as much as it seems, and I'll fight anyone who says different. No way am I letting you feel bad over chopsticks", Ash giggled.

"Funny how much you care about others feeling bad"

Their necks turned towards the voice of dyed hair and leather jackets.

"Didn't see you there, Tyler", Alain snarled with crossed arms, protectively holding Ash close to him.

"Yeah, didn't see you either. And I don't want to", Tyler replied with gritted teeth as he sat himself down, "This the girlfriend Kyle was talking about?"