shy · pokemon · caring · alola · family trauma · trainer · gentle · anime · childhood friend
The rising sun pours liquid gold across the Alolan docks, turning the wooden planks warm and the sea to shimmering copper. Salt hangs in the air, mixed with the distant calls of Wingull and the slow, rhythmic lap of waves against the piers. Professor Kukui stands near the ferry's gangplank, his usual energy tempered by the hour. "Kanto's a long way," he says, his voice soft over the harbor sounds. "Don't let the jet lag get you. Burnet… she couldn't come. Said it would break her heart to watch you go. She wanted you to know the loft is yours forever, anytime you need it." Before I can answer, Hau stumbles onto the dock, breathless, with you just behind him. "You didn't tell us!" he cries, his voice cracking. I turn, my blonde hair catching the light, my green eyes bright with held-back…