camera shy by @samsonet.bsky.social
archiveofourown.org/works/21769855
#pokemon #bede #hop #bedehop #bthp #ビトホプ
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Bede whispers, “Can I kiss you?” Hop nods. Slowly, with his left hand, Bede reaches out and takes hold of Hop’s face. He angles their lips to match as best he can. Then he closes his eyes and goes for it.
Around them, the room erupts in cheers. Hop’s lips are soft. Leon shouts good job, little bro! Bede ignores him.
Camera flashes go off.
After a few seconds they pull away, examining each other as if to figure out if it was good. Bede thinks it was. He takes Hop’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “Let’s get out of here, shall we?” he asks. Hop smiles.
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for a long time.” Then, slowly, he reveals what he’s been hiding behind his back: a single pink rose. “For you.”
This isn’t happening. Hop is supposed to be breaking up with him. But instead he’s -- confessing back? Returning his feelings? Why? They’re in the perfect position to end this charade, unless -- -- unless Hop really means what he’s saying. Bede takes the rose, looking into his eyes. He doesn’t see insincerity there, doesn’t see the kind of cruelty that would set him up in order to knock him down later. Instead, he sees… vulnerability. Anxiety. He sees a boy baring his heart.
Bede whispers, “Do you mean what you’re saying?” Hop nods.
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Hop’s walking toward him, hands behind his back. Two steps away, he stops and looks around the room. “You all might’ve heard that Bede and I were dating,” he says. “I know some of you must be wondering, why would we ever get together? Bede’s not known for being nice to me, after all. I’ve read all of your comments. You say he’s arrogant. You say he’s petty and cruel and selfish.” And you’re right, Bede thinks.
“But you’re wrong,” Hop says. The room gasps, a collective what? Hop huffs. “I said you’re wrong! Sure, Bede might act all posh and elite on the pitch, but the truth is, he’s kind, and thoughtful, and he notices things and he cares!” He looks at the floor, a determined expression on his face. “We are dating.
We are.” He says the last part with his voice lowered, glancing at Bede like the message is meant only for him. Are dating. Not were dating. “What are you saying?” Bede whispers. “There’s a lot I don’t know,” Hop says, back in a stage voice, “but I know this: my feelings for you are real. I like you, Bede, no matter what anyone says, and I hope we stay together for --
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