Ashy-boy
Oh, Gary. How I love you.
As Charizard returned to its Poké Ball, Ash smirked and tipped his head to the side.
"Nice job, Gary," he called out over the roar of the crowd.
Gary's eyes hardened, and he surveyed his opponent carefully. Then, inch by inch, his lips split into a smile, and he nodded.
"You too," he said, walking away from the field, "Ashy-boy."
"What? Ashy-boy!" Ash made to hurry off after him when Misty caught his arm.
"Relax, Ash, it's just a joke."
Ash grunted, staring at Gary's retreating form.
Gary slumped against a wall in the locker room, trailing a hand through his hair. Ash had looked divine when they had battled. Lips moistened, face concentrated, voice growing hoarse...
"Oh, Ashy-boy," he muttered softly, putting his head into his hands.