credit for the request + plot goes to @HinataLover2700

(p.s. sorry for not using your ship name dude it was kinda confusing)

i'm gonna try one of those things where the story is written by the view of a character. the pov thing

enjoy <3

hau's pov

when i saw him hold the trophy instead of me, i prepared myself to feel a light, but penetrating ache in my chest, and for my shoulders to slump subconsciously. strangely, my head refused to be held other than high, and the tears in my eyes glittered the longer i looked at him. perhaps between the crossed arms of my disappointed grandfather, the crowd who had all seen my defeat, and the dark umber eyes twinkling in the presence of a golden trophy, the latter was the most comforting option. that's all it was.

but how long had i been thinking about him like this? so long that i found his hand waving to mine, offering a friendly shake to solidify that our battle was impersonal. nothing more than that.

i should've actually shaken his hand, as he did to mine, instead of just keeping it still, wrapped around his for the first half of our handshake. as if i was trying to hold it. what was i doing? it didn't matter how soft and baby-like his skin was, or how i felt the inexplicable temptation to tighten my fingers past the intentions of a mere handshake, so i could freeze the two of us there and take a moment to enjoy whatever i was feeling. i just needed to do it, congratulate him, then leave. there was no reason for me to be this happy.

i'm not sure what i heard next. it was a chuckle, that i know, but i could never put it into words as it sounded. the pitch and cracks of his voice escaped his throat like little songs, so that they could draw flowers and stars around him. that's all i saw.

flowers, stars, and ash.

and then something else.

"what's that?"

i don't know, what was it?

"oh gosh, where did that come from?!"

was it important? i was in the middle of something else.

"take the nearest exit!"

oh, alright. it was definitely important.

it's better for me to explain this in a calm way if i want to explain this at all. the air became frantic and quick. there were too many sounds to be worried about; screaming, running, and the opening of, if i'm not mistaken, an ultra wormhole in the sky above the arena. i forget the rest before and after a certain point in which my lungs were clogged. when flowers and stars were driven away by the head of a nihilego, which i'd say almost devoured ash from his messy, fluffy hair to his waist, to swipe him off the ground and attempt to take him back through the wormhole.

interrupted by an unexpected pokemon attack, it turned its back to the wormhole. but i looked around myself just to make sure, so indeed it was looking at me. without even realizing, i must have fired that attack, instead of running which sounds a lot more like me. but something was keeping me from leaving ash trapped inside that nihilego. perhaps it was just human decency, but i wanted to try guessing after i broke ash out of the nihilego, which didn't take that long considering how strong it looked from the fact that he wasn't moving. 

i didn't even have time to question why i was so immensely thankful nihilego's slime remains acted as a cushion for ash rather than him falling on impact, i just needed to see, no, to know that he was okay. that he was at least breathing. for some reason, i felt that the clouds would come crashing down if i didn't see him move.

firm air flushed out of my lungs when i saw his chest shudder into rise and fall. too slowly, but surely enough for me to focus less on how alive he was and more on what i was thinking about before this disaster. what was it?

oh, that's right. i wasn't thinking at all; i was just looking. looking at glistening bronze eyes under the sunlight, looking at a gentle, delicate hand which was held warmly by my own, then looking...

"ash, open your eyes! are you okay--?"

"mmnh...hu...hau?"

"a-are you hurt? let me take a look at you--"

"thank you"

"huh?"

"thank you, hau...for saving me"

"whh, i-i mean, it's--i, oh, you, you look tired. okay. have a good rest, champion"

...at the owl sleeping in grass.

--at my feet in a haze--

--i found an owl sleeping in grass--

--it awoke as the sun smiled--

--and fluttered happily in my green hands--

ik that was bad because it was mostly describing but the dialogue i come with these days is just no

thank you for taking time in your day to read my story, it makes me really happy. to the person who requested, i hope you are happy, and if not please tell me how i can be better.

please give criticism!

--important. suggestions/requests from now on will have to be through messages rather than comments. it is too difficult to keep looking through notification history trying to find details of the request, so please just use messages. thank you--

please drink water and make sure to eat. to keep your pretty body healthy :)

buenas noches