As a skilled trainer and breeder, competitive trainers are your typical customers. With your help, an average trainer can become an ace trainer in no time.
Most of your clientele are recommended to you by past customers, so it's not uncommon for visitors to show up on your doorstep. Today was different, though.
Three short knocks were laid upon your door. On the other side stood Lance, the champion of the Indigo Plateau, awaiting your assistance.
When you saw him, you had a moment of doubt; he, however, explained that he had been recommended to you in the resulting silence.
"Of course, come in, come in!" You had no clue what to do. "I'll get you some... food? Drinks?"
He waved his hand dismissively. "I'm fine, thank you. I'm only here to discuss business. It shouldn't take too much of your time.
" He chuckled and smiled, relieving some of the pressure in the room. You took a seat across from him, and fidgeted with your shirt.
You weren't expecting company, so you were speaking to the champion in your pajamas.
"So, I've noticed that the majority of trainers who have successfully made it to my chamber have had at least one pokemon raised by you. Now, I'd like one too. I'd like to discover your secret."
One of your latest commissions, a pachirisu, darts up to you and jumps in your lap to nuzzle you, creating static that made your hair stand on end. "It's just...
" you trailed off as you patted the EleSquirrel pokemon, "Love? I have lots of it to give!" You chuckled to yourself as Pachirisu rubbed her face against your hand.
She took a quick look at Lance, then jumped over to give him a greeting.
"It certainly seems so." A smile ghosted his lips as he rubbed his thumb over her ears.
"I definitely have some to spare for you." You grinned, then corrected yourself. "Well, to raise a pokemon for you, not to love you you-- Which isn't to say you're unlovable! It's just--
You stopped as you heard Lance laugh, a rather sweet sound. "It's alright, I understand." His eyes smiled from his cheeks, and an entertained look graced his face.
"I don't plan on commissioning you to love me. Just raise a dragon type of your choice.
Does that sound fair?" You nodded and shook hands with him, his chocolate eyes drew you in, while golden flecks shone in them as he beamed at you.
Pachirisu leaped off just before Lance stood up, and her static caused his cape to cling to him. In a fluid motion, he tossed the cape back and freed it while walking to the door.
"I'll be waiting, (Y/n)." Alone now, all you could think about was him.
What dragon type should you raise? One he's had, or something new? Would it be good enough for him? What if he hates what you chose?
You fell asleep on the couch, Pachirisu on your stomach, and dreamed of who you were thinking of last... Lance.