Notes

I've promised Magda for a Gureshin fluff so here it is.

Guren is ready.

Guren is fucking ready to catch 'em all.

And he'd like to tell Mito and Goshi to stuff their nagging ways up their throats because Guren is not a recluse. After all, it's Saturday and here he is out under the sun with his phone in hand and determined sharp gaze. Also, Sayuri and Shigure ought to thank him for not doing Pokemon Go in the office—which shouldn't matter at all since he's the CEO but they insisted—so if he's going to spend all weekend to be a fucking nerd, well that's the way he is.

Now, the dark haired is in the park where his feet bring him to get an Eevee and eyes still staring intently at the rustling leaves on his phone screen. There's only one footprint, which means he's close so he walks faster—

Then his body blooms in pain when he crashes and falls to the ground. A squeak is heard underneath him and his lips touch something soft and warm and—Guren opens his eyes. Blue, he thinks. Two pools of sky blue around dark pupils underneath long white lashes. Those eyes are wide—beautiful—and he gasps above the swell of smooth... lips beneath him.

Lips beneath him...

"I'm sorry!" Guren quickly pushes to his palms and scrambles from the body underneath him. He helps the man sits up—whose pale cheeks reddening from embarrassment and Guren can feel his cheeks warmer too. The white haired man touches his lips almost absent-mindedly. While Guren can only watch dumbfounded because he remembers those red lips on his own, and the man before him is so fucking pretty with silver hair shines under the sun and—

"Uuh, it's fine," the man says. "It's an accident and um..." The blue eyes widened. "POKEMON!"

That shakes him off his daze too. Guren scrambles to find his phone, but there's no sight of his though there is one with Pokemon Go on the screen. He picks it up, judging it's probably the white haired man's.

"So you're playing Pokemon Go, too?"

Guren turns his head. The man is smiling, on his hand is Guren's phone. "Yeah, sorry I didn't look around when I walked."

The man laughed as they trade their phones. "Well, me too. I'm sorry for crashing into you."

That makes Guren blush and the man winks. They, after all just accidentally kissed.

They stand up, eyes still on each other. Guren shifts his weight. He kind of wants to talk with the man more—surprising since Guren and talking rarely in the same sentence—maybe to offer him a coffee as an apology or—

A sound of gurgling stomach is heard. The man's cheeks reddened even further as he groans. "How embarrassing." Blue eyes glaring at his own stomach and Guren has to laugh.

"Well, it's time for lunch," Guren says. Then he thinks, maybe it's his chance. He's pretty sure there's a restaurant which is also a pokestop. "There's a restaurant about 600 meters from here, it's good and it's a pokestop." He adds, "How about we take a bite there? I'll buy you a drink for an apology."

Slowly, a small smile quirk on the white haired lips. "I'd love to."

Guren breathes a relieved sigh. "Okay, let's go then." He moves but then he remembers. "My name is Ichinose Guren, what's yours?"

"Hiragi Shinya," says the white haired, falls into step beside him.

Then they walk and talk and maybe catch some pokemons along the way. And if they spend all afternoon together from one pokestop to another, or the next day from one gym to another, it's just them being nerds together.

Also, it's downright satisfactory when Guren shoves the fact that doing Pokemon Go is a productive spending time for the weekend to Mito and Goshi. After all, not only does he get lots of pokemons, but he also has one phone number belonged to one pretty silver haired professor.

Who says Guren can't catch pokemons and score a date along the way?