Stress (v), 1. Subject to pressure or tension. 2. To give particular emphasis or importance to (a point, statement, or idea) made in speech or writing.

The dictionary definition did little to describe Moon's current situation.

As the newest addition to the Alola Times' writing staff she had spent the last few months trying to claw her way up towards bigger and more important pieces. Long gone was her patience for covering mundane topics like grand openings of supermarkets or opinion articles on whether or not Alola Raichu was cuter than other Raichu.

No, she was past that.

So when Gladion, the editor-in-chief, said he had a big break for her she agreed without a second thought. It was finally her chance to show everyone she had what it takes to be a front page journalist, but little did she know she would be covering his little sister's marriage to the Melemele Kahuna.

Her most recent draft laid on her desk covered in red circles and x's with a small note on a yellow sticky attached; this was obviously Gladion's work.

"If you're want to make it big, you're going to have to show more passion in your writing Moon."

"Passion?" Moon scoffs quietly as her chin rests in her palm. There was no passion for this topic. She leans back into her chair with a sigh as it spins slightly from her movement.

When the chair stops her body faces the very guy who was stressing her out.

Gladion was immensely focused as his eyes glanced over several pieces of work. His trademark red pen sliding across pages as he scribbled and crossed things out at a rapid rate. Moon had to hand it to him, however. Even with her most monotonous pieces he's been able to edit and work with her until they were perfect.

She lets out a groan. How was he supposed to edit a piece she couldn't even make decent? She hadn't even been in love to say she could fall into a gushing editorial.

But maybe…

Moon looks at Gladion curiously, now wondering if her brooding editor had ever been in love.

When she first started at the Times the welcoming staff made it very clear that Gladion was off limits. "While his face is pretty, his attitude is shitty," one of the staff members recited, only to be followed by sounds of agreement and loud high fives. Moon awkwardly chuckles, dismissing their watercooler talk, as her eyes scanned the office spaces.

Assistants were scurrying, writers were tapping away, and a handsome blonde was holding a conversation a few feet away…

She shakes her head snapping out of her reverie as she looks towards Gladion again, only this time a pair of piercing green eyes accompanied by a furrowed brow were staring right at her.

She quickly spins her chair back around in an attempt to playoff the situation; silently hoping that he didn't actually notice.

But her wishes fell through when she could hear the floor creaking only for the sound to stop right next to her. She hears him clear his throat, but is unable to look up as she tries to ignore the heat on her cheeks and the pounding in her chest.

"Moon."

She glances up shyly, "he-ey~ you!"

Gladion's stern expression doesn't budge as he shifts his gaze from Moon's awkward one and towards the unedited draft on her desk.

"Are you done with my edits yet?"

"Well, you see…" Moon chuckles, "I was about to ask you for your help?"

A tsk and a pinch of the bridge of his nose later he finally lets out his own sigh, clearly not entertained by her antics. "Moon, I can't continue to just drop everything to help you out. This was supposed to be your big article."

"It doesn't happen that often…" Moon mumbles only for Gladion to glare at her.

"You've written 17 pieces and all 17 of them required my one-on-one help. This is not how our writer-editor relationship should work!" he places the palm of his hand flatly on Moon's desk, his figure slightly menacing as he looms over her.

Moon's eyes widen at his fact recollection, and at how close he was standing, but as his words sunk in she suddenly had one question on her mind.

"Do you not work one-on-one with the other writers?"

Gladion pushes himself away so fast Moon swore he could've gotten whiplash, but he quickly turns and mutters "finish your edits, Moon," before the young writer could notice the blush rising to his own face.

Moon scoffs as she watches him walk away, quickly dismissing her question as she decides that the Melemele Sea would freeze over before Gladion would disclose his love life to her.