Pokemon-Yandere!(Male Reader)

Chapter 3

Y/n sat at the picnic table in the bustling courtyard, a sandwich in hand, casually enjoying his lunch. Across from him sat Arven, who had spent the morning preparing a delicious spread of homemade sandwiches. As Y/n took a bite, he seemed completely unbothered by the odd situation unfolding around him.

Arven, however, couldn't help but stare. His confusion grew as he noticed arms pinned tightly to Y/n's sides. That's when it became clear: Nemona was bear-hugging Y/n from behind, her arms and legs wrapped around him like a clingy vine. Y/n, calm as ever, was feeding her bits of his sandwich as if this was just another day.

Arven blinked, trying to comprehend what he was seeing.

Arven: "Uh... Y/n? Everything alright?"

Y/n, without even looking over his shoulder, grinned.

Y/n: "Yeah, why?"

Arven raised an eyebrow, bewildered.

Arven: "You realize Nemona's practically glued to you, right?"

Y/n shrugged, taking another bite of his sandwich before holding out a piece for Nemona, who giggled and eagerly took it.

Y/n: "She's just enjoying the sandwich. You made these, right? They're amazing."

Nemona, still clinging to Y/n, chimed in happily.

Nemona: "Arven, these are the best sandwiches ever! You're a genius!"

Arven shook his head, half-amused and half-concerned.

Arven: "So... anything new happen today?"

Y/n, still nonchalant, took a moment to think before responding.

Y/n: "Nothing much, really."

Arven stared at him, incredulous.

Arven: "Nothing much? You're being bear-hugged while feeding her, and you say 'nothing much'?"

Y/n shrugged again.

Y/n: "You know how it is with Nemona around. Just another day."

Nemona giggled, resting her chin on Y/n's shoulder.

Nemona: "Y/n makes every day the best! Especially with sandwiches like these!"

Arven let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

Arven: "You really live in a different world, huh?"

Y/n smirked, his eyes twinkling with humor.

Y/n: "You have no idea. But honestly? I wouldn't trade it for anything."

With Nemona happily wrapped around him and Arven looking on in disbelief, Y/n took another bite of his sandwich, content with the delightful chaos surrounding him.

-BATTLES!!!-

Y/n stood in his room, staring at his closet with a puzzled expression. He scratched his head as he flipped through the hangers.

Y/n: "Where the heck is my hoodie?"

This wasn't the first time he'd noticed something missing. In fact, over the past few days, it had become an unsettling trend. His favorite hat was gone yesterday, a pair of sweatpants the day before that. It was as if his clothes were disappearing into thin air.

He rummaged through his drawers, muttering to himself.

Y/n: "Seriously... first my hat, now my hoodie? What's next, my shoes?"

He sighed, plopping down on his bed, trying to retrace his steps.

Meanwhile, in a room not far away, Nemona was sprawled out on her bed, a content smile on her face. She was snuggled into Y/n's favorite hoodie, which hung loosely on her, and his hat sat crookedly on her head. She giggled to herself, tugging the sleeves over her hands.

Nemona: "So warm... it smells just like him."

She twisted and turned, hugging herself in the oversized hoodie, reveling in the thought of wearing something that belonged to Y/n. To her, this was the ultimate comfort. A constant reminder of him.

Nemona: "Mine... all mine."

Her giggles filled the room as she curled up, happily lost in her own little world. While Y/n was busy scratching his head over missing clothes, Nemona was wrapped in the perfect version of her ideal afternoon—swaddled in pieces of Y/n, grinning to herself like a kid in a candy store.

Y/n, on the other hand, lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, completely unaware of the culprit behind his vanishing wardrobe.

Y/n: "I swear, if I find out someone's taking my stuff..."

He shook his head, sighing again.

Y/n: "This better not be Nemona..."