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Protective

(Takes place during XY084. Not that obvious but you'll notice it if you squint. Please don't mind the lack of description as I'm not all that experienced in writing!)

"Are you the brilliant mind that repaired the roof?" Queried a Meowstic as she strutted to where Hawlucha sat.
"Um, I.. guess?" He replied, a confused tremor in his voice as the cat moved to sit beside him.
"Th- though-.. though it was more of a combined effort-.."
"Indeed," she interjected, though rather dismissively. "You're so muscular.." she purred, running a paw up his arm. Hawlucha cringed, but Meowstic steadied on, oblivious to his disconcerted expression.
"Hey, Lucha.." a voice suddenly crooned, from behind him.
"Who's this?" Frogadier purred, moving to snake an arm protectively around the flying-type.
"Oh!" The Meowstic exclaimed, paws flying to clutch her chest.
"Uhm. Sorry, I hadn't realized you were.. um.. I-.. I'll just be going, then!" She stammered, teetering awkwardly off of the side of the chair to begin her escape. In time, she darted away, a new awkwardness about her person as her tails hung defeated between her legs.
"I can take care of myself, you know." The flying-type chided gently, brushing Frogadier's hand off of his shoulder after the Meowstic had gone.
"That's not what it looked like from what I saw. It's like you froze up," Frogadier pointed out, seemingly unbothered by the gesture.
"Where's the harm in me trying to help you, anyway?"
"I just don't think you pretending to be my.. well, you know.. I don't think it works if I'm as surprised as the girl flirting with me is."
"Well the message got across, didn't it?" Frogadier countered, not missing a beat.
And then, for a brief moment, the pair went silent as Hawlucha shied away from the water-type's gaze.
"Thanks.." He muttered after some time, but not without a sigh.
"Hey.." Frogadier started, moving to drape his arm back around Hawlucha. "You'll have to forgive me— I don't like watching girls flirt with my best friend, especially when he's not comfortable with it.." He went on to murmur, expression softening as the flying-type's talon crept up to rest atop his webbed hand.
"You'd be surprised, that's.. not the first Pokémon to come up to me today wanting to flirt." Hawlucha rasped in reply, leaning into the embrace.
"Maybe I should stay here with you, then. You know," He began, entwining his free hand with Hawlucha's and grinning when he didn't pull away.
"Help keep the fangirls away."
"I-.. I'm not going to say no to that." replied Hawlucha, after some thought.
"Good," Frogadier purred, resting his head on Hawlucha's shoulder and pulling him close. "I wouldn't have taken no for an answer anyway."