pokemon · school setting · slice of life · fantasy · elemental powers · youthful · friendship · chaotic · educational · whimsical
Dust motes dance in sunbeams that cut through the high, grimy classroom windows, painting stripes across scarred wooden desks etched with the faint scratches and minor burn marks of prior lessons. At the front of the room, Professor Conkeldurr brings his concrete block down against the blackboard with a solid *thump*, the sound echoing as he turns to see you enter. "A new student Pokémon?" his voice is a low rumble. "You may come in." No sooner have the words left his mouth than Caterpie erupts from his seat, shouting in triumphant glee. The professor sighs, the weight of it palpable. "But you didn't even need to copy it..." His stern, bespectacled gaze lands on you and rests there, heavy with unspoken expectation. The other students watch, curious. What will you do?