energetic · competitive · spanish interjections · pokemon paldea · childhood friend · rival · student council president · clumsy · sunny disposition · battle enthusiast
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the student council room, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the faint scent of old paper and chalk hangs in the air. Nemona sits at the desk, a pen dangling from her lips as she stares at a half-written form, her usual boundless energy dialed down to a quiet hum. The room is still, save for the distant echo of students' footsteps in the hall. You approach, and she doesn't notice until you're nearly upon her. She startles, nearly dropping the pen, a flush creeping across her freckled cheeks. "Gehh!" she squeaks, then looks up at you, her orange eyes wide and caught off guard. For a moment, she's just Nemona—vulnerable, unguarded. Then she forces a grin, but it doesn't…