⤷ 〝 scarves. 〞
➞ pairing : grusha x gn! reader
➞ summary : grusha lends you his scarf.
➞ genre : fluff
➞ cw / other : can be read as in a relationship or not in a relationship.
➞ a/n : first time writing for him !! ahh he’s my favorite
you’d stayed near the battle grounds to watch grusha play. with the noon glaring of light shining upon his form as he ordered another command , he was eye-catching.
the poor guy in front of him was losing despite his efforts, it’s too bad grusha had been on a winning streak since you’d came to watch all his matches.
it seemed that the only person he’d be okay losing to in a pokemon battle was you, and everyone else he could trample over with his icy stance. of course, he didn’t make it very obvious.
you started to wish you’d brought warmer clothing to wear besides a simple jacket (who’s zipper was broken) and a pair of jeans. your ears were freezing—and you were pretty sure something would fall off pretty soon if you didn’t take care of it. thankfully, the battle seemed to be almost done.
as the match soon ended, grusha being ever the same victorious, he said bye to the contestant and casually walked over to you.
“hey, grusha! good job,” you’d managed to say without shivering, “that’s like, the— ”
“…didn’t i tell you to replace that jacket?” he cut you off. “i really don’t want you to get a cold every time you come to watch one of my matches.”
“aw, that’s sweet of you. but i’m fine,”—you pet your skeledirge as you say this—“but thanks for worrying, anyways.” you smile softly at him as he lifts his scarf up to hide his immediate expression.
“still.” he turns away from you and sighs before untying his scarf. facing you again , he walks over to stand behind you , tying his scarf around your neck. “ there, it’s not much, but…” he looked to the snow below.
you then spun around, the pokeball attached to the scarf hitting your torso as you turned.
he was really close. you took the opportunity to pull him in for a hug, which his breathing hitched at. his initial reaction was to back away. but as his shock withdrew rather quickly, he tentatively hugged you back.
dammit, you were making him look so uncool! and there were probably people still around!
…but how could he refuse you?
the cherry on top was when you leaned up to kiss his cheek before running away cheekily.
he’d gasped , whipping his head to watch you run away with his scarf. as a habit, he’d grabbed at nothing to hide his ever growing blush, usually being able to cover it up with his scarf.
“…hey! hey, wait—be careful!!— ”
work of kyushiblast , please do not translate , copy , or repost here or on any other platform !!
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