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Pokemon Sword and Shield | Bede x Hop | T rated
Fic Summary: Hop's day was going great, until Bede showed up at his doorstep and shoved an egg into his hands.
This was not how he was expecting things to go.
Despite his misgivings, if it was for Eevee, he’d do anything to make her happy.
He glanced back at the clock. Half past nine- not a lot of time left. But off the top of his head, Hop had already done everything he could to make this day go smoothly.
“Just gotta get it over with,” he mumbled. He glanced at the rotom phone on the desk. The calendar for the day was pulled up, decorated with all the fancy rose stickers and sparkles he could find so he wouldn’t forget the occasion.
Hop sighed, ran a hand through his hair once more.
Today was the day Bede was coming over.
With Sonia and Magnolia returning home soon, and the gym season eventually starting up, Bede’s daily visits to the lab wouldn’t be possible anymore. Not that it was recommended- Hop was sure Bede would end up locking horns with Sonia, or maybe challenging his brother to a battle if he so much as saw Lee.
So instead, a safer option. Hop and Bede both agreed to try something else to keep Eevee with her parents, especially since they both lived half of Galar away from each other. And while Bede was- much to Hop’s surprise- okay with Eevee staying with Hop, that meant that new arrangements had to be made.
Such as Bede bringing Sylveon to visit Hop’s for a day.
His mind still couldn’t wrap around the concept. The idea of Bede, here. In his family home, sitting in Lee’s chair. But before he could further ponder the ramifications, Mom’s voice rang from downstairs.
“Hop, breakfast is ready!”
Hop slapped his cheeks. He was being ridiculous- it was just Bede. Sure, they hadn’t always been nice to each other, but Bede could be nice. Could be reasonable. Had almost admitted he didn’t hate Hop, even. And he obviously cared for his Pokemon, and Eevee.
Hop met the gaze of his reflection in the mirror. Noted the unruly hair, the patched jacket. The nervously twitching fingers.
“Everything will be okay,” he told his reflection, fixing a grin on his face. “You’ll see.”
Eevee squeaked, unwinding herself from his feet and darting towards the door. And pushing his worry to the back of his mind, Hop followed her down to greet the day.
He’d never been a quitter. He certainly wasn’t going to start, now.
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