Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. If I did then the Steel-types would never have lost the resistances that it did in Gen 6.

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Clair's POV

I yell while slamming my fist against the wall. Arceus why!? Why can't I beat him?! Why is Lance so much better than me!? Why?! I slam my fist against the wall again as I hear the sound of footsteps coming my direction. I don't need this shit right now! Just as they get closer I shout at them.

"Unless the world is ending leave!" They keep walking towards me. Great, I got to deal with an idiot while angry. At least I can take my anger out on something. "What did I just say?!" While turning I swing my arm ready to smack them my wrist is caught as I come face to face with (Y/N). The anger soon leaves as shock takes its place. "(Y/N)? What are you doing here?"

"I came for the champions' meeting and for the world tournament." My face grows warm.

"Oh... That means..." He nods before I can finish what I was saying. He saw that total failure of a fight that I had with Lance. He saw everything. I pull my arm from his grip and turn away. I have already embarrassed myself in front of all the world's champions but also (Y/N). Then a gruff voice speaks up.

"Stop it." Looking back over at (Y/N) I am greeted by his stoic expression.

"What?'

"I said stop it. I know what you are doing and I know what is going through your mind right now." I clench my fist in anger.

"Oh, and what am I thinking then?" In his calm voice (Y/N) responds.

"Before I got here you were beating yourself up or hitting something or doing something along those lines. Tell me I'm wrong." When there is only silence he continues. "And you were berating yourself in your mind. Probably saying that your battle was a complete embarrassment despite the fact that Lance only had two Pokemon left at the end of the battle. It's not even like one of them wasn't damaged, because both had seen battle."

"But I didn't win! What's the point if I don't beat Lance?"

"You are the eighth gym leader of Johto. He is the champion of both Kanto and Johto. By that alone, he gets twice as many challengers than any other champion, which is not taking into account his years as an Elite Four member. Lance has years more combat experience than you in spite of the small age gap between the two of you. There is a reason he is the third strongest in both Clair."

"So you're just saying I should give up!" I go to hit him again and like before he catches my arm.

"No. I am saying that you are not giving yourself enough credit." I try to look away from him but he moves my head back in place. I suppose he has a point. Lance has seen more battles than I and has regularly battled strong opponents like (Y/N) and (R/N).

"Fine. Your point has been made. Though it doesn't take away the sting from losing." He smirks and chuckles.

"No it won't do that but it will stop you from being so upset." He then pulls me into a hug out of nowhere. My head rests against his chest as my face heats up from the sudden move.

"I-idiot warn me when you want to do that!" I can hear a rumble in his chest as he laughs.

"Right sorry about that. You want me to stop hugging you?" Tightly wrapping my arms around him I respond quickly.

"No." (Y/N) laughs again.

"Alright. You feeling better?"

"Yeah..."

"Good. Now, why don't we go watch some more matches?"

"Can... can we stay like this? Just a little longer?"

"Yeah. We can stay."

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So something people may learn is that I am indeed a Red and Blue/Green (the characters not the games) fan. Given that I based the reader off him a little bit in this with "(R/N)" standing in for your rival's name and all. Anyways have a great day/evening depending on when/where you are reading this.