Disclaimer: Right, uh-huh, I own Pokémon and the reason why I'm writing a fanfic is just because I have weird hobby of writing them, pretending I'm just some fan who really needs to get a life and doesn't do anything but breathe fanfiction. Sure, of course.

She doesn't know how absolutely no one seems to notice it.

I mean, come on, what are the odds? It's one of the most obvious hints, and yet she's the only one who actually notes it.

They notice it when Misty always seems to think of Ash first, out of all of them. They notice it when Ash fights just a little bit harder when he sees someone flirting with Misty. They notice it when the two let their hands linger for just a second longer whenever they accidentally touch.

But they don't notice this.

That Ash loved the color blue, and Misty loved yellow.

And suuuurre, the other just happened to adore a certain element that practically screamed the color. Yes, it was pure coincidence that Ash loved the color that said water. And it was just weird chance that Misty loved the color that probably meant nothing else but lightning.

Mhmm, sure.

And it meant nothing that they pretty much wore nothing but the color. Totally.

Yep, no one sees that?

May isn't one to criticize people, but really, are they blind?

And she sighs when she sees Ash standing up from his sleeping bag. He doesn't usually wear pajamas or anything, but now—for some unknown reason—he is. And, uh-huh, he's still wearing blue.

And then, she wonders if they're obsessed or something.

But then again, it could possibly just be the fact that love does weird things to you.

Like how she would sometimes throw a rose Drew gave to her after he says something insensitive, a bit too blunt, and arrogant (which is pretty much what he usually says), and then a few seconds later, she would hastily pick it up and cradle it like it was some delicate thing that needed love and care and tenderness.

Or maybe how he would act egoistic and a tad bit heartless one minute but go on running to her the next just because she accidentally scraped a knee or something. (Yeah, she knew he loved her. She was just waiting for the time when he'd finally stop being so stupid and make the first move. And no, that did not include giving her a rose and making up some pathetic excuse that it was for her pokémon and not her.)

Okay, stop. She was getting off topic.

Truth be told, she actually thought it was kinda cute.

That when he would need to choose something that he almost automatically picks the one that had blue in it.

Or that when, through all the pictures and all the video calls, it was yellow that she was wearing. Even if terribly clashed with the rest of her clothes.

It was a tad bit too obvious.

But hey, nobody else seems to notice the fact, who the hell cares?

She was also pretty sure they didn't even notice. Or they were just really good actors at pretending to be oblivious.

But, then again, they're not all that good—not good at all—at denying, so it's probably not the latter.

Well, enough said, it was no damn coincidence that Misty loved water and Ash loved blue, or that Ash loved lightning while Misty did to yellow.

And it was a bit sweet of them.

And, of course, she wonders if they notice that she's starting to like green just slightly more than she did before.

I thought of this when, while reading Bittersweet Romanticide's Ash's Adventures in Wonderland (which is really good, and I demand you to read it), Max mentioned that yellow was Misty's favorite color and I remembered that Ash wore blue a little too much. And, of course, as soon as I thought of it, I wondered why no one else seems to notice it?

I like this style, using someone outside the relationship and describing it. Never used it before and I wanna do it sometime next time.

I know I'm supposed to be writing the sequel of Angel right now, but I couldn't help it.