Pokemon-Yandere!(Male Reader)

Chapter 7

Y/n sat on the edge of his bed, leaning forward with his hands resting on his knees as he stared at the floor. Across from him, Arven was perched on a chair, arms crossed, eyebrows raised in confusion. The dorm room was filled with the remnants of Y/n's day: a couple of half-eaten sandwiches and a few Pokéballs rolling around, courtesy of Nemona's recent Applin incident.

Y/n: "So, yeah... that's been my week. She's gotten even more intense lately, and I didn't think that was possible."

Arven shook his head, a bewildered look on his face.

Arven: "You mean to tell me... she's showing up at your dorm at random times, sending you a billion texts and pictures, and surrounding you with Applins... and you're still not freaking out?"

Y/n scratched the back of his neck, looking somewhat sheepish.

Y/n: "I mean... it's Nemona, right? She's always been like that, just, uh, more. And yeah, sometimes it's a little... much. Like when she had all those Applins in here, but..."

Arven leaned forward, narrowing his eyes.

Arven: "But?"

Y/n let out a sigh, running his hands through his hair as he sat back on his bed.

Y/n: "But I don't really mind it, honestly. Yeah, she's clingy, and yeah, it can be crazy. But when she's around, it's kinda... nice?"

Arven raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting to something more skeptical.

Arven: "Nice?"

Y/n shrugged, trying to put his feelings into words.

Y/n: "Yeah. I mean, she's always looking out for me, and I don't have to worry about battling anyone else because she swoops in before they can even ask. It's like I've got my own personal bodyguard-slash-battle rival."

Arven's face twisted into a half-smile, half-smirk as he leaned back in his chair.

Arven: "You sure it's just that? Just the whole rival thing?"

Y/n blinked, taken aback by the question.

Y/n: "What do you mean?"

Arven gave him a look that was part exasperation, part amusement.

Arven: "C'mon, man. You can't tell me you don't see it. Nemona's obsessed with you, and you're sitting here telling me you don't mind it. In fact, you kinda like having her around."

Y/n opened his mouth to protest but stopped. He realized Arven had a point. Nemona's attention, as overbearing as it could be at times, didn't bother him as much as it should. He wasn't trying to push her away. And even when she went overboard—like with the Applins—he couldn't help but find it... endearing.

Arven, watching Y/n's thought process unfold, grinned and leaned forward again.

Arven: "Face it, Y/n. You might actually like Nemona. Like, more than just as your overenthusiastic battle rival."

Y/n frowned, looking down at the floor again.

Y/n: "That's crazy. She's, like, always in my personal space, dragging me into battles, calling me at all hours..."

Arven cut him off with a knowing look.

Arven: "And yet, you're still smiling when you talk about her."

Y/n stopped, realizing his friend was right. He hadn't even noticed he was smiling, but thinking about Nemona—even her more over-the-top antics—was bringing a grin to his face.

Y/n: "I mean, maybe I do enjoy having her around. She's... Nemona, y'know?"

Arven let out a laugh, shaking his head.

Arven: "Dude, it's not that deep. You like her. Romantically."

Y/n stared at Arven for a second, trying to wrap his head around the idea. Nemona, his rival, the girl who never let him out of her sight, the one who was constantly finding new ways to be in his life—did he really see her that way?

Y/n: "I dunno, man. I mean... maybe?"

Arven stood up, brushing crumbs off his shirt.

Arven: "I'm just saying, it makes sense. You're not running away from her. You're not trying to hide from her. Heck, I bet you're looking forward to the next time she shows up at your door with some crazy idea. So, yeah, maybe you like her a little more than you think."

Y/n sat in silence for a moment, considering it. Arven's words sank in, and suddenly the last few months started to make more sense. Nemona's presence was constant, sure, but it wasn't unwelcome. Maybe he had been so focused on her quirks and obsession with battling that he hadn't realized how much he enjoyed her just being her.

Y/n: "You might be right..."

Arven chuckled as he headed for the door.

Arven: "Of course, I'm right. Just... try to survive her next grand gesture, alright?"

Y/n smiled to himself as Arven left the room, his mind still spinning with the realization. Maybe it wasn't so crazy after all. Maybe, just maybe, he liked Nemona more than he thought.

Y/n: "Great. Now I'm in for it."