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Gou was firmly holding his Rotom Phone in his hands, trying to point it at the Pokemon standing on the other side of the street so his Pokedex could give him information about it. A gust of wind made him shiver and he let go of his phone. Thankfully it only fell on his bag that was just at his feet. He crouched down to pick it up, noticing how red his fingers were. It wasn't surprising he couldn't properly hold it as they were completely numb.

“You should take care of your things, Gou. You'll break it.” Ash reprimanded him, while crouching down next to him.

Gou made a face when he heard him. Coming from Ash, that was kind of ridiculous... He didn't answer though and picked his phone up. Just holding it was hard enough, it felt as if he had no strength left in his fingers. Maybe he should have listened to Koharu and taken a pair of gloves.

Next to him, Ash stood up, and Gou put his phone in his bag so he could put his hands in his pockets, hoping it would help warming them up. However, Ash took his hands and, quite unexpectedly, he pressed them against his own cheeks. Gou opened his mouth to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, but nothing came out and he stared dumbly as Ash grimaced when he realised how cold his hands were.

“Your hands are freezing!” He exclaimed.

Feeling the heat of Ash's cheeks against his hands, Gou couldn't think of a proper answer. The other boy had caught him off-guard and he was as surprised as he was embarrassed. He could feel his heart beating a mile a minute and his face was on fire. He was so red even Ash noticed it.

“Gou, are you alright? Your face is red, are you sick?” He asked, frowning and worried about his friend.

Gou quickly shook his head, still not trusting his voice. He looked down so Ash could not see his face and bit his lips, holding back a smile. If they could remain in this position for a few more minutes, then he would make the most of it.

Ash had always been impulsive and surprising, but he had to admit that when it was to do those kind of things, it did not bother him that much.

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“Ash! It's going to rain soon, we should really go back!”

Gou sighed as Ash ignored him to continue his search for new pokemons. The grey clouds above them did not look good and he had no desire to be out in the street when the upcoming storm would eventually break. He was sure they would end up sick for days if they didn't avoid the rain.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, and as if to mock him, it started to pour, making him jump. All he got as a warning was Ash's cry of surprise before the latter grabbed him by the hand and pulled him after him, running to take refuge in the nearest shop.

“Hurry up, Gou! We'll end up getting sick!”

Despite the urge to tell him he had warned him, Gou found out he wasn't angry. The warmth of Ash's hand in his and his friend's laughter caused a multitude of butterflies to flutter inside him and he could only smile softly. He would never regret spending his days following Ash's crazy and stupid decisions.

(And even when he was bedridden with a cold, Gou didn't regret following him on this new adventure.)