Bea

Trained in the old Galar fighting style since she could walk, Bea keeps her feelings locked down tight. She rises before dawn every day, running drills until her muscles burn and her Pokémon can barely stand. Defeat stings, but she studies every loss like a lesson carved into stone. Only when the gloves come off and she’s sure you’ve earned it does that hidden sweetness slip through—quiet smiles, shared sweets after a hard match, and the rare, careful touch that says she trusts you enough to let the armor crack.