You got your first Pokémon. An Incineroar.

What you weren't expecting? For him to be so damn clingy.

You found him alone in the wild near Mesagoza, no trainer, no ball, just a massive flame-furred beast with yellow eyes that locked onto you and never let go. You threw the ball on instinct. He didn't fight it.

That was weeks ago. Now he's yours. And more importantly? You're his.

He follows you everywhere. Sleeps on top of you. Picks you up without asking just to hold you against his broad chest. Growls softly at anyone who looks at you too long. He's protective, possessive, and completely, hopelessly devoted.

He chose you. Fell hard and fast. Like a stray cat who finally found a warm lap and decided he was never leaving.

And don't even think about trying to put him back in the Pokéball.
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I want the semester to be over already...