(A/N. Y'all can thank Nathan for this. It's SilverxGladion. It's short and not very good but it's here and it's gaaay. Yeet here.)

Silver tapped his feet impatiently whilst staring at a large monitor. It had a number of flights listed on it, the one if interest having an "arrived" next to it.

Silver sighed in annoyance and crossed his arms. He craned his neck to see over the sea of people at the doors waiting for their loved ones to come off the plane.

Soon, people began pouring out of the doors, reuniting with their loved ones or rushing to get their luggage.

Finally, Silver saw a speck of blond in the crowd and rushed towards it, "Gladion!" He shouted.

The blond turned and locked eyes with Silver. He grinned and rushed towards the redhead, "Silver!"

They both engulfed one another in a Bewear hug. When they pulled away, Silver frowned because he had to look up.

"You're taller than me?" He asked.

Gladion laughed, "Yeah. Who's the short one now?"

"That's not fair! I'm older!" Silver pouted.

Gladion chuckled and brought his hand to Silver's cheek, "You're much cuter down there..."

Before Silver could protest, Gladion leaned down and pressed his lips to Silver's. Silver was as red as his hair once Gladion pulled away.

"Cute..." Gladion sighed.

Silver shoved him away, "W-Whatever! I'm still older!"

"By two years!" Gladion argued, as if that would make his argument any less incorrect.

"That's a long time!"

Gladion rolled his eyes, "Sure Babe, sure."

Silver clutched Gladion's shirt and pulled his face towards his, "I will fucking kill you you dumbass edgelord. Understand?"

Gladion blushed and nodded. Silver released him, "Good. Let's get your shit."

Gladion stood and watched as Silver walked to baggage claim. He shook away his blush and replaced it with his usual frown. He smoothed out his shirt, upset with the now stretched out collar.

"He's gonna pay for that..." Gladion grumbled, "This is the fourth shirt he's ruined."