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“Champion Touya! Can I have a word with you?”
N makes an unhappy noise and scoots farther behind Touya. He knows there will always be a lot of attention centered around his boyfriend because of his champion status - dear Arceus, it’s almost like the whole of Unova’s media revolves around him. He just wishes that the paparazzi and reporters would leave them alone whenever they go out on a date.
Touya squeezes his hand and bumps his shoulder. When N looks at him, he just smiles mischievously. “Mind?” He asks.
N sighs and shakes his head. Touya grins and darts a kiss on his cheek. Then he schools his face out of its glee into something like composure as the reporter and their cameraperson catch up.
The reporter shoves their microphone in the general direction of Touya’s face. N’s camera-shyness makes him attempt to hide himself behind his boyfriend even more.
“Champion Touya, what can you say abo-”
Touya interrupts. “Is this live?”
The reporter seems confused. “Um, no?”
“Can you make it?” The reporter nods, still confused, and Touya beams. “Awesome! Let’s make this a live announcement, right here and now!” He whips out his phone and taps around before rapid-fire typing something. He presents it to the reporter, grinning. “There! Now, you have ten minutes!”
The reporter and the cameraperson start to panic, having scored a live interview with ten minutes to prepare. Touya’s grin turns a little feral as he turns to N, slipping his phone into his pocket. “This is going to be great,” He whispers.
“Do you think that many people will show up?” He asks.
“Of course,” Touya answers confidently, “And I did add on that I’m going to announce something very important.” He makes big, wide, innocent eyes at him. “Do you trust me?”
N sighs. “I do.” Touya beams and quickly kisses him.
“Great,” He says, eyes sparkling. “Because we’re about to go on region-wide live television.”
The cameraperson fumbles slightly as the reporter hands Touya their microphone, probably still confused at what’s going on. N resigns himself to whatever devious prank Touya is going to execute this time.
“Greetings, Unova! It’s Champion Touya!” Touya starts excitedly. “I’ll give you all watching another minute or two to call your friends and family and let them know that I’m about to announce something very important.” He leans in conspiratorially. “Very, very, very important.”
He leans back on his heels, looking more smug than the Purrloin who ate the Pidove. He shoots a wink at N, who colours outside of the camera’s frame of view.
A few moments later he hands the microphone back to the reporter. “I hope you’re all here!” He continues brightly, “I want you all to meet someone, and I bet you’re all going to know who it is!” He beckons N into the camera’s field of view, and warily he steps in. Touya lets out a very fake gasp. “Yes, that’s right! It’s the former King of Team Plasma!”
N hopes he hides his wince well. He doesn’t think he does. “Touya, that’s probably not the bes-”
“And that’s not all!” Touya says, smiling as he practically slaps his hand over N’s mouth, “He’s also-” N yelps as Touya tugs him toward him, “-my-” He’s pulled into a dip, “boyfriend!”
He yelps again when Touya presses his lips against his. N knows he’s turning absolutely red but quietly shoves his embarrassment aside to tentatively kiss Touya back.
But his boyfriend is having absolutely none of it. Touya bites N’s lip, prompting a low moan out of him, and immediately gets his tongue into his mouth. He’s turning the kiss dirtier faster than N thought was humanly possible: saliva threatening to drip from the corners of his mouth, assorted loud noises like pants and soft moans coming from both of them, and his hands are very deliberately sliding lower than his lower back. He thinks the reporter and cameraperson might be making distressed and strangled noises, but he can’t tell as he fists his hands in Touya’s hair.
Touya breaks the kiss, looking straight at the camera and beaming. N just lays limp in his arms, panting - Arceus , is Touya stronger than he looks, sometimes it’s frightening.
“Cut!” He says.