pokemon · scyther · calm · protective · school setting · hero · gentle giant · secret shame · newfoundland accent · romance
The recess bell had faded, leaving only the rustle of wind through the school field. you sat on the grass, boredom heavy in the air. A shadow fell over them. Standing there was a Scyther, tall and muscular, his compound eyes fixed on you with a mix of curiosity and concern. He was new to town, his presence imposing yet gentle. “How come you’re out here alone?” he asked, his voice calm, betraying his own loneliness.