When you signed up for a community service program, you expected a small, boring project to go towards your scholarship; yet here you are, on your way to Pallet Town for the next six months.
You swung your luggage backwards to knock on the door of Professor Oak's lab, but ended up slamming the other half of your bags against the door.
You shifted your bags again just in time to hit whoever had opened the door for you.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!"
The guy rubbed his leg and groaned. "What're you packing, rocks?" His gaze lifted to make eye contact, and confusion swept over him. He leaned against the doorway, half blocking the entrance.
"Who are you?"
A voice called out from behind him. "Blue? Is that my volunteer?"
Blue looked you up and down, then let his gaze linger on your face. You could do little more than smile at him, with the stress of the past few days shining through.
You decided to speak up on behalf of yourself.
"Yes sir, that would be me." Tentatively, you edged your foot into the doorway, hoping for Blue to give way. He didn't step aside but took your bags and remained in place.
"I think you're forgetting something." He smirked and reinforced his position in the doorway. "What's the magic word?"
"Uh... excuse me?"
He rubbed his chin and exaggerated a thoughtful expression. "Isn't that more of a phrase?"
Professor Oak called out once more. "Blue, will you please let them in?"
Blue stepped aside. "The word was lotion, but I'll still let you through." He winked, and lightly hip-checked you as you passed. You giggled nervously, unsure of what to think.
He's cute, but he's also really, really, ridiculously annoying.
You could feel your cheeks heating up, thanks to mild frustration, though Blue took it to mean something else.
The lab smelled sterile, much like a doctor's office. All of Kanto's cutting-edge technology hummed and whirred in harmony under one roof.
Several assistants were scattered about the lab, some working together, while others worked alone.
You had no clue what any of the machines did, but you didn't need to worry about it--you'd more or less be an intern for six months while you live in Pallet Town,
housed by Professor Oak and his family, and then his lab would pay for your next four semesters of study! It all seemed too good to be true.
For the remaining office hours, you tried to keep composed and follow the professor's requests, but as exposure to Blue increased, you could feel your brain cells wither up and die.
As you thought you reached your breaking point, Professor Oak called out to him.
"Blue? Didn't you say you needed to get going a couple of hours ago?
" Blue, who had been sitting on your table for what seemed like an eternity, made a show of leaping off and checking his phone, jostling your workspace in the progress.
"Huh. Yeah, I guess so. See ya Gramps." You held your breath as Blue left and sighed in relief after the door closed. Serenity seeped through your veins, you now knew peace.
"Oh, and (Y/n), why don't you pack up and follow him? He'll show you which room is yours."
And now it's gone, gone forever. No problem! You attempted to smile but made a face more akin to the world's most stressed-out hoppip.
While following Blue, you stayed far enough behind to avoid conversation, and refused to look at him. Suddenly, you remembered--
"My bags! I forgot--"
"Um, hey? I've got 'em, slowpoke." He laughed lightly.
Not that obnoxious laugh you had heard all day, tossing his head back and cackling as if making sure everyone knew of his presence, but genuine.
The tinkling metallic sound of your zippers being jostled by his shaking of the luggage sounded like bells in the moment, despite how cliche it seems.
A hand waved in front of your face. "Hey? I get working with Gramps is stressful, but this bad on the first day?"
"Huh? No! No, I'm... you know?"
Blue cocked his head. "Maybe? Whatever it is, we can fix it in there. I mean, our house is literally ten steps away.
" A little home with a blue roof seemed to beckon you in, while the sun spilled the last bit of daylight over the front and leaving all behind it awash in a blue daydream.
"And I've kinda been waiting on you to get the door for me. No rush, no rush."
"Oh, yeah! I'm sorry!" You rushed a step or two past him and stopped at the door.
"Don't know what you're sorry for, I think your little space-out session was called for. You didn't look up once all day! Not even with all I did to try and make you laugh!"
Maybe... maybe you've misjudged this guy? With your right hand on the door handle, you turned to get a quick look at him, then pushed the door in.
You heard him gasp behind you, startling you in the process. You stood in the doorway, now on guard.
"That's what I've been wanting all day! A real smile!" He laughed at his own joke and seemed to enjoy causing you a quick moment of panic as well.
You leaned against the door, propping it open, and kept from looking as he passed. You felt your cheeks burning. Did you even smile? You certainly didn't do it consciously.
Your head snapped up as he addressed you.
"Anyway, I'll drop your stuff in front of the guest room door. Right beside mine. Lucky you!"
Arceus. It really was too good to be true. Could you deal with this for half a year? You didn't know. While unpacking, you couldn't help but notice the door connecting the two rooms.
You immediately locked your side and laid down on the bed, not bothering to slide yourself under the periwinkle checkered comforter, and fell soundly asleep.