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Observed.
Simple like that.
Nothing could describe how cold the whole body became, as soon as the oceanic eyes stated the soft, uncomfortable mattress was not the one he is used to. However, there laid he. The researcher spotted a yellow ceiling, fingers attached to the strange sheets.
Goh’s mornings are usually spent at a confining black chair, wiping traces of tiredness from the corner of his ocular globes. It had been the same for seven years, from the time at university to the new, slightly different life as a Pokémon Professor. At least the man is employed. Even taking care of a large amount of little creatures is a bunch for anyone.
He loves his job. It was way more than expected at the start, being recognized as an expert by the region he was born in and added to the state’s payroll. As a result, most of the twenty four hours that compose a day, by chronological time, gets elapsed in labor.
Existences like this, get a special condition called workaholism, because, apparently, eagerness for perfection is not enough.
Which means, there is no way Goh could, by himself, wake up in a strange room at a time he would probably be bathing himself in his laptop’s light. However, there he was, wearing nothing but kiss marks and bites on the skin, lacking the deficient amount of stamina that body usually had.
It was time to recapitulate. What happened the day before? At five ante meridian, the scrawny project of a human checked his suitcase for the seventh turn. That was not a sign of anxiety. After all, he was never diagnosed with it, but an indication of his anxious state. To be sure, it is not that easy to be invited as Kanto’s representative at an international conference about Pokémon Evolution.
Only because Professor Oak is enjoying retirement.
And maybe, since Professor Cerise is in the Johto region.
It makes him the third option. It is no shame.
Gary Oak is in Sinnoh.
Fourth, then, Not a bad rank either. The point is, he got a plane to Alola region, that year’s seat, and after spending five hours to land, avoiding everything the nice, gentle flight attendants offered him, the raven haired man was ready for the first day of the event. Five lectures, two debates, a bunch of conversations with a shirtless, but not lab coatless, professor, he was invited to come to a bar.
Goh is Goh. If that’s not self explanatory enough, being Goh, he does not drink. Being Goh is to be Goh, plain.
Goh had never gone to a bar in his twenty five years of life. Not even close to any bar doors, or alcohol, the whole reason of any bar, drops.
There was he, however. After all, Kukui’s call seemed a good idea for the rest of the researchers and there is nothing he could want more than socialize.
The rest was mysterious, as if the memories were removed from his head by some entity.
Hand reached the forehead, in a loud slap. He had heard once, by chance, in a busy street in Viridian’s districts, that stupid people always make stupid choices.
A part of the smart ones, Goh made only a stupid choice. A drunk choice. From the first time he ever tasted alcohol. Therefore, he is not stupid.
The sheets close to him are moving. It must be the one he had slept with.
Drunk he had, aside the dumbness, a good taste. It is not like he is not aware of his own preferences . Great muscles from arms to legs, gorgeous sleepy face, tanned skin.
Carmine marks. Of fingers. In the other’s waist.
Man, he did it. That was the ultimate proof, Goh was surely drunk last night, if the subtle headache was not enough to prove it. Face’s state started to dispute the red color with the disturbance from the stranger’s figure.
Brown eyes greeted the Pokémon Professor, between messy black strands. Controlled his hand, avoiding to adjust the hair to observe him better.
“Hi. Good morning.” The person spoke, in a soft voice, unaware of Goh’s stupor.
Technically, they had slept together last night. And well, it means that he is no longer a virgin. Nevertheless, it also means that everything he got from his first ever sex experience are traces in his body features.
It was supposed to be different. Way different.
“Who are you?” In an urge to discover whoever that unfamiliar man is, sat down on the bed.
His question, however, seemed to not have the effect he expected.
Goh must know every detail of his entire existence.
“Ash. You?” A bland voice, while quickly crawling out of the bed, unaffected by the recent activities, if not by a single hiss. “Man, you surely have some strength.”
As much as the embarrassment asked to dominate his mind, he did not agree to that feeling, pushing himself to repeat the act.
“Wait. You don’t even know my name?” His tone was demanding. A little too exaggerated.
Ash, in contrast to the researcher, came to reunite, as possible, his belongings spread in the room, without giving him a second look.
The naked figure made Goh close his eyes. After all, there is still decency in his degraded life.
“You don’t know mine either.” Stated, while putting on the red underwear. “Anyways, you weirdo. I have to go. Don’t worry about the bill.”
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Enraged,
Infuriated,
Boiling,
Possessed by rage.
But still, he had a schedule. That is why Goh rushed to the University located in Melemele City, head on the clouds. A new proposal approached him, as soon as the morning speeches were done.
There was no way anyone could get drunk at lunch, so he accepted being taken to the slightly decaying house-laboratory of Professor Kukui, bowing respectfully to Professor Burnet, a white haired woman who was around his height. It was such an honor to meet not only one, but two of the most incredible minds of that region. And oh, they are making lunch for him and even refused his help.
Sitting down on a red couch, a yellow, tiny, but screamingly builded Pikachu approached, climbing the comfortable furniture to sniff him from head to toe, interested in his smell, letting out little sounds of joy.
Goh’s head tilted to that behavior.
“Pikachu, dear, let our guest breathe.” The female professor stated, in a laugh, while making a gesture to take the pokémon off the sofa.
“It’s okay.” It was fine. After all, the little thing was adorable. Patted the soft fur, receiving a happy chirp. “He is very sweet.”
“Pikachu is our son’s partner. This guy is really cool.” Kukui stated, coming close to him to offer the ears a scratch.
That information was new. As soon as alolan citizens are usually raised along with pokémon, the electric mouse seemed indeed way stronger than a child’s usual mon.
“Your son… isn’t he six?”
It made the couple share a smile.
“Our adoptive son. He must be sleeping at this hour, it’s his break after a long time. You may know him as the Alola Champion, Ash Ketchum.”
He could sleep without it. Followed the older man’s fingers, pointing to a wall in the living room that carried a painting.
“Ash. You?”
Ash. Ash Ketchum.
“I will wake him up. It’s late and that boy is always ready for food.”