Chapter 4: Hau's home

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Even more of Gladion's POV

I woke up in an uncomfortable bed, well, uncomfortable compared to Illma's chair. I tried to turn around, but I felt an arm around me.
Huh?.
I gently slid the arm off me, and turned around to see.. Hau. He actually looked kinda cute, his hair was down and the little orange clips he normally wore were laying next to him. We were in a room I didn't recognize, and it was much messier than the motel
I stayed at. I could see Hau's Vaporeon laying in a pile of what looked like clothes, alongside his Raichu.
Perfect. If I could just get out of this bed, I could take Vaporeon and Raichu..
I rolled off of the bed, but ended up landing on a bag of Malasadas. They squished under me, and when I got up there was sweet powder and filling all over the back of my jacket.
Great. Why does he have Malasadas next to his bed anyway?!

After I fell, I heard stirring from Hau's bed. He got up and looked at me with an unreadable expression.
"Gladion, What're you doing? And why is you shirt covered in Malasadas?"
"Uh.. I rolled off the bed and fell on some.."
That wasn't a lie, after all that is what happened. Minus the stealing Pokémon part.
"Oh, are you ok?"
Hau hopped off the bed and went to me, looking at my back. He proceeded to take it off, and I winced a little bit didn't protest.
"We'll have to wash this,"
I nodded, but stayed silent. Hau sat there for a little, and then started to take off my shirt.
"Hey! Why're you taking my shirt off?!"
"I'm seeing if your back hit anything,"
He seemed calm about this, and ran his hand down my back.
"Does this hurt at all?"
Is this pain?.
He kept moving his hand around my back, and it made me blush. It made my cheeks sting a little, too.
It's not like the pain I'm used to. It just feels.. different..
I turned around and grabbed my shirt, quickly putting it on.
"I feel fine, thanks,"
"Ok! I'm going to wash you sweater, it shouldn't take too long!"

With that, Hau went into another room to clean my sweater. He's so nice to me all the time.. but everything I say.. I only say it for the money.

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