#raihanxreader

[onestepbackwards]

Raihan walking up to Y/n with his hands behind his back: Yo Y/n, wanna see something cool? Y/n: Sure! What’s up? Raihan: *Opens his hands, showing them the smallest Applin they have ever seen* Y/n: *Gentle gasp* Holy shit.

[altariachey]

Pokemon swsh / Relationship head canons

Hop

♡ He had always been snug and lively when you were just friends, but when you both formed a romantic relationship, he’s come off as more shy because having a girlfriend is a completely new territory for him and he hasn’t quite got the hang of it yet.

 ♡ He constantly seeks reassurance, as he always wants you to feel comfortable. For example, he kept asking you if you were okay when he placed his hand on your waist for the first time.

♡ He absolutely loves cuddling. He adores it when you hold him in your arms after a rough day, bonus points if you gently massage his hair.

♡ He’s hopeless at cooking and always insists that he’s fine and doesn’t need any help. Though he’s so disastrous that you have to jump in and help or else he’ll burn the tent down.

♡ He always greets you with a massive hug. Every time he sees you, he immediately jumps and squeezes you against his chest. He also likes to surprise you with hugs from behind as he loves to conjure a surprised reaction from you; he thinks it’s adorable.

♡ It’s no secret that he’s super talkative, but he knows when he needs to quiet down and restrain himself after you’ve had a tough day. His tone of voice becomes really soothing as he comforts you and bombards you with soft forehead kisses.

Bede

♡ As with Hop, Bede is almost a stranger to romance or just affection in general. He gets startled when you try to hug him but becomes more content as you both spend more time together.

♡ For his idea of a date, he usually invites you for midnight walks. He enjoys the tranquility of Galar without the constant bustle of people around and seems to savour every moment of the sable atmosphere with you by his side.

♡ On one of these dates, he gently grabbed your hand and intertwined it with his; which greatly took you by surprise as this is something he wouldn’t usually do. He was looking away as he did this, but didn’t let go.

♡ He sometimes kisses you very suddenly and randomly, but quickly looks away because he doesn’t want you to see how flustered he is.

♡ He likes it when you kiss his neck, as he holds you closer and becomes more comfortable with his hand placements.

♡ He’ll never admit it, but he loves it when you become affectionate with him. These feelings are fairly new to him, but no matter how much he tries to suppress them, he has to come to terms with how much he absolutely loves you.

Raihan

♡ Raihan knows how to make a girl happy, and always plasters you with hugs and kisses; vice versa.

♡ He always seems very comfortable with you, even at the very start of your relationship.

♡ He’s very into pda and takes pride in holding your hand in public to show you off to the whole of Galar. He always seems to ‘show you off’ when you’re around other people.

♡ He loves posting pictures of you both on social media and makes cute captions such as “my girlfriend is so beautiful” or “how lucky am I to be blessed with such an amazing person?”.

♡ He always greets you with a kiss in the most dramatic way possible; he’ll place one hand on your cheek and the other one on your waist as he kisses you. The kiss will last for about 20 seconds, which still isn’t long enough for him.

[andromedarune]

Touches Ask Game - SWSH x Reader Drabbles (reuploaded)

Reuploading my drabbles of Leon/Raihan/Piers x Reader stuff I did a while ago - they’re all up on my AO3 if anyone wants to read them (too lazy to upload them all back onto my Tumblr rn lol). Thanks for reading~!

Reminder that the prompts were requested by various people and based on the Touches Ask Game list provided by @/creativepromptsforwriting 

[philistiniphagottini]

Raihan x Reader: Caught You

A/N: This little piece was inspired by a cute little headcannon here. It was done by the amazing @la-vita. Hope you don’t mind me tagging you! I highly recommend checking out her awesome writing. Anyways, enjoy~

cw. fluff, established relationship, minors DO NOT interact

You were well aware that the temperature around Hammerlocke could dip into the single digits early in the morning. You had dressed in warm clothes but even that wasn't enough to stop the chill from sinking its icy teeth into you. You still couldn't fathom how the cold was affecting you this much.

Your clothes did little to combat the early morning chill and you were starting to regret leaving your winter gloves at home. You shoved your hands in the pockets of your jacket as your teeth started to chatter. You bounced on the balls of your feet as you tried to spark warmth back into your body. Your muscles had already started to lock up from the cold and they ached in protest from your sudden movement. 

You let out a loud sigh, the puff of air becoming visible when it made contact with the cold air. 

"Seriously, what's taking Sonia and Leon so long?" you asked aloud. 

You had already been waiting 15 minutes outside the local cafe and still there was no sign of them. You had planned to catch up with your old friends over a nice cup of hot coffee and a bite to eat. You didn't think you'd be waiting this long for them though. The person standing beside you suddenly cleared his throat, making you glance in his direction. Raihan rolled his shoulders in a small shrug.

"Maybe Leon decided to take the lead" he suggested.

Your brow furrowed as you scoffed at the idea. "I sure hope not. You know how awful Leon is with directions."

Raihan chuckled softly under his breath as he leaned his weight on one leg. 

"Yeah, I know."

The dragon tamer stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie as he cast his eyes skyward, watching the grey clouds above as they rolled by. You kept your eyes trained on your boyfriend as he huffed loudly, blowing cold air out through his mouth. How was Raihan not cold in those shorts? He hadn't bothered to change out of his regular attire to suit the weather and you briefly thought he was mad. Could he not feel the cold? You knew he was hot blooded but damn, this was next level. Unlike you, who felt like your blood was freezing in your veins. You were slightly jealous that the cold wasn't bothering him. 

After another long moment of silence dragged on, you decided to fish for your phone. You pulled your Rotom phone out of your pocket, fingers twitching as you felt a small breeze brush past your body. You shivered lightly, your teeth sinking into your lips to contain your pathetic noises. You searched for Sonia's contact and started texting her, demanding to know where she was and complaining that you were freezing. You were well aware that you could have just waited inside for both of them to show up. But you were very reluctant to. One reason being that neither Sonia nor Leon had ever been to this café before. Another reason was Leon's terrible sense of direction. You didn't doubt that he would easily pass by this cafe without even a second glance. You really didn't want to miss this little get together you had set up so you would just have to put up with the cold. 

You were lucky you had the auto correct feature turned on because you kept spelling everything wrong because of the damn chill nipping at your fingers. You really were starting to get sick of this weather. 

Raihan started to notice that the cold was effecting you. What had drawn his attention was the way you tapped your heeled boot against the pavement in an annoying tempo. At first, he thought you were impatient and he really couldn't blame you. But you were both well aware that Leon tended to keep people waiting. On further observation the Dragon Gym Leader realised that the cold must have been bothering you. No matter how many times or how many layers you put on the cold just did not agree with you. He was about to tell you to go back inside and wait in the warmth of the cafe while he stayed out here, until a sudden idea sparked in his brain. 

You were distracted by your phone and you didn't notice Raihan as he quietly slunk up behind you. He unzipped his jacket with a quick flick of his wrist before he suddenly grabbed your arm. You gasped sharply and your body tensed as you were yanked backwards, the sharp tug almost making you drop your phone. You immediately relaxed when you realised it was only Raihan who was manhandling you.

He pulled you closer to his body, his chest pressing firmly against your back. You opened your mouth, intent on asking him just what he was up to as he enveloped you in his jacket. The sound of the zipper being pulled up cut off the question on the tip of your tongue as he trapped you in his hoodie with him. Your head barely poked out the top of his jacket because Raihan was a giant compared to everyone else. But hey, at least you couldn’t feel the cold nipping at your ears anymore. You leaned back against him, tilting your head as you stared up at him. He flashed you a toothy grin, his blue eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

"Caught you~" he cooed.

You couldn't help the smile that tilted your lips. His jacket was very warm and cosy around you and you could feel the heat radiating off him in waves. You had only been in here with him for a few seconds but you could already feel your body starting to warm up. 

"Thank you" you smiled. 

You leaned up on the tips of your toes, lips pulled into a small pucker as you tried, and failed, to reach Raihan's face. It was highly amusing to him to watch you struggle to reach up for a kiss and the adorable pout on your face was almost too much for him to handle.

"Stay there, shortcake, I'll come to you" he grinned. 

Your face scrunched up as you pulled a silly face at him for the fond nickname he gave you. Raihan leaned down and placed his lips against yours in a sloppy upside-down kiss. You didn't care how awkward the angle was you just wanted his mouth on yours. The kiss was chaste and Raihan pulled away much too soon for your liking. You didn't complain as he pulled away and straightened up, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you secure against him. 

You hummed lightly as you snuggled further into the warmth he provided. You didn’t really feel cold anymore as your boyfriend protected you with his ridiculously high body temperature. A true blessing in this cold weather. You felt your phone buzz and you brought it closer to your face, the device just barely peeking out over Raihan's jacket. Raihan leaned his chin against your head as he read the text that Sonia had just sent you.

"They're close" he said. "About time."

You hummed in agreement. "Yeah. But I'll tell them not to rush now."

Raihan chuckled softly, the vibrations dancing up your spine. You opened the camera on your phone, letting your Rotom phone flit about into the air. It did a quick loop in the air before pointing the camera towards you.

"Smile!"

Never one to miss a selfie with you Raihan grinned widely as you stuck up your fingers in a peace sign. Rotom snapped the photo before promptly dropping back into your hands. You huddled closer to your boyfriend as you searched for Sonia’s contact once more, even adding Leon into the conversation. Raihan's eyes flicked back down to the screen as he watched you send the recent photo to the chat. The text you sent with it made him chuckle. 

"The dragon has caught me and is keeping me warm."

[honeyandhondewberries]

Can we get Raihan and Leon's reactions to their crush kissing them on the forehead and murmuring, soft and sweet, for them to sleep well before slipping out of the room quietly. Their crush thinks they were asleep.

😭😭😭🤗🤗🤗 alright ill do it you better get ready for some friggin COMFORT anon this is going to be so soft you dont even KNOW

(dont mind the awkward shift in tenses between Leon and Raihan’s stories either 👀 sometimes that just Happens)

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Chicken Noodle Soup & Movie Night (LeonxReader, RaihanxReader)

Leon:

“I’m not sick,” Leon mumbles, and his glassy eyes follow you as you move about the room. You don’t humor him with a response. “You don’t have to do all this.”

You only hum as you continue to bustle about. More tissues, more blankets, and you should probably check his temperature again soon, too. He’s taken his medicine (though you hid it in a snack like you have to do with your Pokemon), and you finally got him into bed after some coaxing. He’s propped up on three pillows, he lets out a hearty cough, full and phlegmy, and you return to his side once his fit is over. You gently sit on the covers, set your hand on his forehead, and purse your lips.

“Yep, still burning up,” you say, and Leon groans.

“I’m fine,” he croaks. “You’re making too big a deal about this.”

“Leon,” you say sternly as you go to find the thermometer. “You’re shaking with chills, burning up, and hacking up a lung every few minutes. You’d probably still be on the pitch if I wasn’t making a big deal about this.”

“Exactly,” Leon says in exasperation as he throws his arms up. The motion sets off another series of deep coughs. “I could be finishing my training! It’s just the sniffles, nothing more.”

“Alright,” you say, and you sit beside him again. “If you don’t have a fever, then you’re right and I’ll leave you alone. If you do have a fever, then you need to promise to cooperate. Deal?”

Leon’s glassy eyes squint, though the effect of his frustrated glare isn’t much when he sniffles through it. You raise an eyebrow.

“Fine,” he says, but he doesn’t look at you.

You offer him the thermometer, he childishly snatches it from your hand, then sticks it in his mouth. You adjust the quilt around his shoulders, fluff his pillows for him, and mindlessly brush his bangs from his face. His eyes widen at the motion, then his gaze flicks to the side again.

Hm, his cheeks are looking quite pink… he definitely has a fever.

The thermometer beeps, you pluck it from his mouth, and showcase that your prediction came true. You set the thermometer on his nightstand without a smug word spoken, but Leon can certainly read it on your face.

“Now that you’ll cooperate, do you want some orange juice?” you ask.

“No.”

“Some candy?”

“No.”

“How about some chicken noodle soup?”

Leon doesn’t immediately grumble anything, but instead fiddles with the stitching on the quilt.

“...with the spiral noodles?” Leon asks quietly.

“Mmhmm.”

Leon purses his lips (not for long since he can’t breathe through his nose), and he finally mumbles an:

“Okay.”

“I’ll go heat some up for you,” you say, and you give his hand a pat. He curls one of his fingers around yours, just to quickly retract his hand again. His cheeks are looking even pinker than before, now. Is he getting warm?

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

“Try to get some rest,” you hum, and after adjusting his blankets again, you head out of his room and into the kitchen.

You had a can of chicken noodle soup (with the spiral noodles) in your pantry, and you stuffed that and some cough drops in your bag before you came over. You rustle around Leon’s kitchen for a pot to start cooking his meal. As you stir and taste-test the soup every few minutes, you wonder how Leon’s feeling. He isn’t hacking so much, so as the soup simmers, you step to his room to peek.

He’s still propped up on his pillows, though his scowl is gone and his eyes are closed. He’s wrinkling his nose in his sleep, as if to push his bangs from his face without using his hands. You let a smile slip, and a plume of affection blooms in your chest. You step over as quietly as you can, brush his bangs from his face, and before you can stop yourself, you gently press your lips to his forehead.

“Sleep well, love,” you say softly. “I know you want to work, but you need to rest and heal too. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You’re not sure why you’re telling this to his sleeping figure - perhaps telling it to him awake would be much too embarrassing. Leon’s eyebrow twitches, so you stand as quickly and quietly as you can, suddenly embarrassed by your tender moment, and you step out of the room.

If you had stayed for a second longer, you would have seen how Leon’s cheeks tinged pink yet again, how he smiled to himself, curled against his pillows, and so sweetly repeated one word:

“Love.”

Raihan

It was movie night, Raihan’s favorite night of the week, because that’s the night he got to spend with you. More importantly, that’s the night he got to sit on his couch snuggled in blankets and sweaters and drinking tea and bantering back and forth with you as you barely watched whatever was on the screen. It was always such a good excuse to sit close, and it was so natural just to casually wrap an arm around the back of his couch, and he decided that tonight was the night he’d finally make it around your shoulders.

Movie night started out as a joke when you mentioned that you had never seen Love in the Time of Pokerus (a cult classic), and Raihan was absolutely appalled and he demanded that you come over that same night to watch it. You agreed, and even brought snacks. The next week, you were shocked that Raihan had never seen Pulp Fanfiction (another cult classic), and you demanded movie night round two. The week after, Raihan suggested you both should probably make movie night a trilogy in order to honor the true cinematic genius that was trilogies, and you agreed by saying it would be an insult to art if you didn’t.

Raihan had lost count of what number you were at, but you were definitely beyond a trilogy, beyond a quadrilogy, and beyond whatever you called what was after five movies. Movie night had even evolved into dinner and movie night when you came a few weeks ago to his apartment and he could hardly focus with how much your stomach was grumbling. You tried to tell him you were fine, and when he noticed how genuinely embarrassed you were, he lied and said he hadn’t eaten dinner yet anyway, so it really wasn’t a hassle to make you something.

It was, however, an excellent opportunity to show off his cooking expertise. Although he was hoping for affirmation to begin with, your enthusiastic praise actually made him blush. Then, your comment on his blush made him blush harder. Not his best moment, but at least it made you laugh.

Raihan practically skipped to his apartment, noticing how beautiful the autumn trees were and how crisp the air felt in his lungs. Leaves crunched beneath his feet like a jaunty melody to add to the giddiness welling in him. It was your turn to pick the movie, so that meant it was his turn to cook, and he already had your favorite meal planned. It was going to be perfect. You had told him to wear his comfiest sweater, and you would wear yours, because whatever you were going to watch tonight deemed it necessary. He was fine with that, because big sweaters on you made you even cuter. If you were wearing his big sweater, well, that’d be just icing on the cake. One step at a time, though.

As he unlocked his apartment Raihan decided that, yep, tonight was the night. He’d finally break the touch barrier. You’ve hugged before (Raihan made sure of that), but never for longer than a normal friend-hug would last. You’d be full of delicious food, tired from your long shift at work, and you’d be snuggled and comfy and cozy in all the blankets he’d set up. He’d have the window open a crack so you’d want the fresh air and the blankets at the same time, but because you’d be a little chilly, you’d need to sit closer.

It was the perfect recipe for cuddling.

After cooking and prepping and swallowing his excitement time and time again, you finally texted to say you were on your way. Raihan used to be embarrassed by how hard he was crushing (Leon would even say whipped), but now he couldn’t care less. He wasn’t sure how you felt, though, so he tried not to lay the flirting on too thick like he would otherwise, just in case that scared you off. He’d rather have you as a friend than not at all.

There was a knock on the door, and Raihan nearly jumped out of his skin. Okay, be cool, be cool. He checked his appearance in the reflective microwave door, tousled his hair just enough, and stuffed his hands into his pockets nice and casually. He sucked in a breath, then opened the door.

And, he let it out, unable to hide his smile when he saw you standing there in your oversized sweater and cheeks pink from the cold.

“Alright,” you said. “I’ve brought options.”

“Options?” Raihan repeated as he leaned against his doorjam, perfectly cool. “That’s not how movie night works.”

“I’ve already taken it to the movie night board of advisors,” you said as you invited yourself into his apartment. “And they approved.”

You bantered back and forth, just as you did every week, sidestepping around each other as you prepared to eat. You were stepping closer to him than you usually did, though, but maybe that was just in Raihan’s head? It did solidify his plan of finally making a move tonight, though. He even took the chance of brushing your waist as he stepped behind you, but he didn’t get much feeling beyond your thick sweater.

Once his initial excitement to see you ebbed, Raihan covered his yawn with his sleeve. He actually had a pretty busy day himself; early workout, then extra training with the new apprentices at his gym, and a training match with Kabu. And actually, the day before that was pretty busy too… he bit back another yawn at the thought.

“You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, just tired,” Raihan said as he stretched.

“You better not fall asleep,” you teased, and Raihan rolled his eyes as he followed you to his couch.

You both decided on one of the corny holiday movies you brought, turned it on, Raihan adjusted the blankets, you took your regular places on his couch, and his heart was pounding in his ears. He couldn’t initiate anything too early though, he had to set the mood.

Were candles too corny? Too obvious? You liked candles though, right?

“You like candles?” Raihan asked. “A fan gave me one earlier, and it smells like vanilla. Since I didn’t make a dessert, I figured that would be fitting.”

You laughed, and Raihan smiled at the sound.

“Yeah, candles are good,” you said. “Are you getting sentimental on me, Raihan?”

“No,” Raihan huffed, though his smile was prominent on his face. “Maybe.”

He stood, lit the candle, set in on the coffee table, and while he was up, he got your tea and flicked off the lights. Everything was going according to plan, so he took the initiative of sitting a few inches closer the next time he sat down.

The movie started, and the opening scene was immediately corny. Raihan groaned, but when he looked at your reaction, you had your lower lip jutting out, you were leaning towards the screen, and absolutely eating it up.

“Are you getting sentimental?” Raihan asked incredulously. “These movies are so cliche!”

“That’s what makes them nice!” you huffed. You hugged a blanket to your chest in embarrassment. “Yeah some are dumb, but they’re all like, wholesome and warm.”

“Are you cold?” Raihan asked. He knew that’s not what you meant, but he’d snatch any opportunity he had tonight. “Here, let me help.”

He scooched closer, enough that your thighs were touching, and he flung his blanket over both of your laps. He set his arm around the back of his couch, then in a moment of pure, calculated risk, curled it around your shoulders instead.

You blinked a few times, and Raihan tried not to make his tension obvious, though he did let out a deep breath when you eased into his side. Neither of you spoke a word about it with your mouths, but as the movie played, your bodies spoke loudly enough when you curled your arm around his waist, and nestled into his chest.

Tonight was going perfectly.

It was all a little cliche: the movie, the blankets, the snuggling in autumn evening, but Raihan didn’t mind. This was the most comfortable he had been in a while, and his eyes slowly drooped as the night went on. He jolted into focus when you poked his stomach though, because apparently the credits were already rolling.

“That was a good one,” Raihan mumbled, and your laugh shook your shoulders, so it shook his.

“You didn’t even watch it,” you tease when you poke him again.

“Yes I did. The woman came from that big city to the small town, then she met a guy who was humble and she didn’t think she’d like the little town but she did, he taught her the true meaning of family or friendship or something, then they kiss and live happily ever after on their quaint farm.”

Whatever you mumbled next was incoherent, and Raihan chuckled again. He gently fiddled with the fabric of your sweater sleeve and his eyes started to droop again. How could he get you to stay for just a little bit longer?

He didn’t need to think long when you bashfully mumbled next.

“There’s a sequel…”

“Amazing,” Raihan yawned, and he inwardly pouted when you got up to start the next movie. He held his arm out when you came back, an obvious invitation that any other position would be absurd. You quickly nuzzled against him again as the opening scene started.

Raihan let out a yawn and let his eyes close. He actually was dozing at first, but when you started talking to him about the movie, he jolted into focus again. After your brief conversation, he felt how you melted against him, he pretended to let out another snore, then he curled closer to you. And suddenly, the credits were rolling again, and you were both laying on his couch, tangled in thick sweaters and blankets and each other.

“Raihan,” you whispered. “Raihan wake up, the movie’s over.”

He wondered what you’d do, so he kept his eyes closed. He did curl his arms around you tighter - sleeping people did that, right? He didn’t want the night to end.

“Raihan I’ve gotta go home,” you whispered. “I can text you later, okay?”

He didn’t respond, though he was certainly frowning in his head when you untangled yourself from him. He listened to you bustling about, probably collecting your things, but he wondered why you suddenly paused. He heard the soft pat of footsteps, he almost opened his eyes, then his nerves tingled when you pressed your lips to his forehead.

“Um, tonight was fun,” you muttered. “Sleep well.”

He heard you scuffle away, heard his door open, then close again.

Raihan bolted up.

Did you just… did you just kiss him?

His legs and arms and the rest of his body were haphazardly tangled in blankets, so Raihan stumbled to the floor when he tried to stand.

“Hey!” Raihan called. “Hold on!”

He could do that for you too, except aim a few inches lower and really make it the perfect ending to the perfect night. Luckily you were only halfway down the hall.

Yeah, movie night was easily Raihan’s favorite night of the week.

[ghostly-thorn]

For those who don't know me, my name's Sora and I'm a nurse student. I'm from Switzerland 🇨🇭 and I'm currently writing a dark fanfic on Pokemon Sword and Shield. It follows the main plot with the divergence that Rose is a real bastard. It tells the story of my OC, his daughter as she's changed her identity and taken on the Gym Challenge to

Become the Champion

Use that newly earned influence to take down her father

Confess her feelings to Leon

(THIS belongs to me. It's a commission from Tails19950 I've ordered on Instagram. Look him up)

To find it if she'll succeed it's quite easy. Just look up my Masterlist in the description and go read my 4 chapters already 😏

Thank you all 💜

[chocolatetakoyakis]

I just finished it aha ❤️

There is no headcanon today aha just wanted to share this hihi

Anyway I got MAAAAAAAAANY Oc of different fandom tell me if you wanna see it I’ll post it

[onestepbackwards]

Hi! I love the one-shot made with Raihan and the Rescuer! Reader, and I got an idea from it I was hoping you could do? Maybe a Short! GN! Reader who's main Pokemon is a Flygon? Reader has just moved to Galar and is in Hammerlocke, and their Flygon can sense another Flygon, being Raihan's, and just acts very out of the ordinary and practically drags Reader over to where Raihan is with his Flygon? And then Reader is just very embarrassed and at the same time gets an instant crush? But on the bright side at least their Flygons also instantly like each other?

Sure thing! I hope you enjoy, Anon! ヾ(•ω•`)o Genre: Fluff Characters: Raihan CW: None Summary: Having just moved to the Galar region, you were excited to get to know the new town of Hammerlocke with your trusty Flygon, even if you were a little lost... However, your day takes a surprising turn when your beloved Pokemon decides to drag you over to meet a new face! Word Count: 1058 words Grumbling to yourself, you rubbed the back of your neck as you glossed over the map on your phone. You had just moved to Galar a little over a week ago, to Hammerlocke specifically. So far, you were enjoying the change in scenery. Hammerlocke was a lovely city, and its inhabitants were very kind! However, you were still struggling to find your way around the town without getting lost. “You know Flygon, I’m beginning to wonder if this town is just big, or if I’m just terrible at remembering directions...” You mumbled to yourself. Your Flygon let out a small hum from above you, content flying next to you. Didn’t help how big this place was, and having to remember the little areas yourself. “Well, at least I’m finding a bunch of new places to go to once things settle down. Right, Flygon?” You asked, looking up where you last saw your Pokemon. However, you became confused when you saw your Pokemon was no longer at your side. “Flygon? Where did you...” You asked, spinning around. Looking behind you, you saw your Flygon hovering at the corner of a street, it’s attention seemingly fixated on something. Walking over to the Pokemon, you curiously tried looking down the street to see what had it’s attention. “Hey buddy, what is it? What are you-” You began, and reached up to pet your Pokemon’s belly. When you touched it though, your Flygon gripped your hand with it’s claw, and began dragging you down the street. “Woah, hey! Flygon, where are you going!? Slow down!” you yelped, surprised by your Pokemon’s behavior. You could only sputter out cries of confusion as your beloved Pokemon dragged you down a few different streets, before coming up to a park. With the park coming into view, your Flygon let go of your hand, and zoomed in on a nearby trainer. As you ran to keep up, you noticed your Flygon come to a halt next to the trainer’s own Flygon, eagerly spinning around the other. When you finally caught up, you nearly had to stop to catch your breath. “Flygon, you can’t just run off like that!” You cried out between pants. “Oh, so this sweet little guy is yours?” You heard the other trainer speak up. “Yeah, I’m so sorry about-” you began once you caught your breath, but froze when you looked up at the trainer. Holy shit he was tall. And handsome. Very Handsome. You felt your mouth go dry. Sure, you were already very much on the short side, but this guy, with that pretty grin on his face, practically towered over you. To your surprise, you couldn’t help but feel like you’ve seen this guy before... Noticing he was watching you, you felt yourself stammer having been caught staring. He simply grinned as you struggled to find words once more, and you felt your face grow hot. “I’m so sorry! Flygon doesn’t normally fly off like that. Sorry if we disturbed you!” You managed to squeak out. The trainer watches you for a moment, before shrugging. “It’s no problem at all. My Flygon seems to enjoy it’s company too.” He said, gesturing to the two Pokemon. Looking over, your eyes widen in surprise when you see your own Flygon chirping happily around the other Pokemon. Both seemed really happy around the other, play-chasing each other around. Huh. You were almost in awe seeing your normally reserved Pokemon playing with another so freely. It was kind of cute... Hearing the trainer clear his throat, you turn your attention back to him. “So, you new to Galar?” He asks, and you nearly stutter in surprise. He grins at your bewildered look. “Your accent is different. What is that, Hoenn?” he asked, and you briefly told him where you were from, trying to avoid looking him in the eyes. This man was too pretty for his own good and he knew it, you could tell. Humming when you explained where you were from, the trainer held out a hand. Curious, you shook it. “Name’s Raihan. What’s yours?” he asked, relaxing with his arms behind his head. You gave him your name, and he nodded to himself. Raihan... Again, you couldn’t help but feel like that name was familiar. “Fitting name! Hey, real quick, you got a phone?” he asked, suddenly becoming a bit more serious. Blinking, you reached into your pocket, and pulled your phone out and unlocked it. “Yeah, you need it?” you asked, handing your phone out to him. He simply grinned, and took the phone. After a few moments of typing, he handed the phone back to you. Your eyes widened when you saw a new contact. “Yeah. So you can have my number.” He said with a wink. You felt floored. Before you could respond, Raihan pointed to the two Flygon playing tag with each other. “Hey, my Flygon likes yours. I like to think Pokemon are a good judge of character. With a Flygon as cute and sweet as that one, surely it’s trainer is the same?” he teased. That’s it. This guy was trying to end you with his teasing. You were going to combust. Raihan than called out to his Pokemon, which spun around yours one last time before flying over. “Unfortunately, I have to get going.” He said, returning his Flygon to it’s ball. He turned to begin walking away, and you felt a little disappointed. You couldn’t help but want to get to know the guy more. However, Raihan turned back to look at you. “Hey, give me a call sometime! I’ll show you all around Galar!” He called out with a small wave. Feeling your face heat up again, you waved back with a smile! “Sure! That sounds great!” you called back, and he gave you another wink before walking away. With a groan, you put a hand to your face. Your Flygon nudged your shoulder, and you groaned once more. “Oh Arceus. A cute guy gave me his number!” Looking between your phone and your Pokemon, you reached over and began to pet your partner. “Thanks for the help today, buddy. You deserve a treat later.” Your Flygon hummed in satisfaction, happy with the day’s turn of events. Looking back at your phone, you smiled. Maybe getting lost today wasn’t so bad...