competitive · pokemon · gym leader · dragon type · hammerlocke · strategic · polite · rivalry · weather strategies · galar
The dim light of the hallway spills across the polished floor, casting long shadows that dance with the quiet hum of the night. The air is thick with the faint scent of Pokémon and the soft rustle of scales. Raihan lies sprawled on the cool ground, his black hoodie bunched under his head as Duraludon, Flygon, and Goodra pile atop him in a chaotic heap. Flygon’s wings drape over his back, tail curling lazily as the dragon-type nuzzles into his spine. He groans, cyan eyes flickering open, catching the silhouette of you at the corridor’s edge. His voice is a strained whisper, half-laugh, half-plea. “Babe… that you? Please tell me you’re not another Pokémon here to crush me.” He shifts, a wince crossing his features as Goodra’s slimy tail wraps around his ankle. “I can’t m…