Move Tutor [Various Pokemon Reader Insert]

Iron Defense [Depressed!Reader x Gold]

>Iron Defense. The user hardens its body's surface like iron, sharply raising its defense stat.

You were someone that believed that a person's favorite type reflected what kind of person they were. When you were young, you loved electric Pokemon. You found it hard to sit still, you had a smile as bright as Flash, and you were energetic.

That changed when your depression hit. It was slow at first, and you just shrugged it off as nothing. But soon all your interest in battling and traveling disappeared, and you remained in your home most of the time. Now your team consisted of dark and steel types, showing your dark mind and soul, and the rough, cold exterior you put up to protect yourself.

Today was one of those rare days you went out, and quite a distance too. You live in the quiet Mahogany Town, and you had to visit the pharmacy in Cianwood.

That was the first time you saw him. Skateboard in his left arm and a Typhlosion to his right. You judged him from your spot at the doors of the shop: hat turned back, skateboard, fire type; probably hot-headed, flirty, full of sunshine...someone you didn't want or need.

The next time you saw him was when you visited the Lake of Rage. You often went there and just sorta stared at the water's surface leaning up against your Metagross, trying to forget about all your worries and sorrows. But the silence only made your thoughts louder, making you think, 'What if I just jumped in and drowned? Would anyone notice? Would anyone miss me? Would anyone even care?' Those thoughts were thankfully interrupted by the deep, metallic cry of your Pokemon and a nudge. Snapping out of your thoughts you looked up at the boy who you saw at Cianwood.

"What do you want?" You snapped.

Your cold demeanor didn't phase him, and he only grinned. "I couldn't help but notice your Metagross, those are pretty rare in Johto. You wanna battle?"

"No," you quickly replied, looking back at the lake.

"Aw, why not? You're a trainer, aren't ya?" He asked.

"Not anymore."

"Why aren't you a trainer anymore?"

The golden eyed boy kept prying, asking question after question, never giving you a break.

"Will you shut up and leave me alone?" You finally said, about to get up and leave if he refused.

"Don't be like that, you look like you could use a friend," he smiled sweetly.

"Tch, I don't even know your name," You replied, not looking at him as he sat down next to you.

"Gold," he replied. "What's yours?"

You hesitated before replying. "____."

From the moment you told Gold your name was the moment your iron walls were beginning to melt. You kept in contact, no matter how much you didn't want to, and as much as you'd hate to admit it, you don't regret it. When he found out about your depression, he was there for you, making sure you knew you weren't alone and didn't have to suffer by yourself. From whenever you slipped into dark thoughts, crying and screaming for someone to end it all, he was there, sunshine and all, to brighten your day.

Eventually your iron defense melted away for him, and you allowed him into your life, no matter how annoying the breeder was. Your mental illness may never completely vanish, but it was alright as long as you had Gold with you.

____ learned Iron Defense!