Luca ◓ I Choose You, Dumbass

You decided to become a Pokémon trainer, for reasons only you know. You bought some pokeballs and walked out to the nearest route expecting it to be easy, because that's what the other trainers told you. 'Just throw the ball bro, getting a hot Lopunny's never been easier!'

Route 69. Home to Rockruff, Gardevoir, Salazzle, Vaporeon, Lopunny and Braixen, which explains the local tourism.

The lone Lucario off Route 69 named himself Luca, and considers it the greatest name anyone's ever thought of, and will fuck up anyone who says otherwise. His instincts and aura flared up as he suddenly sensed imminent ass kicking.

The Rockruff was alone, munching a Leppa berry, tail wagging. You think to yourself "Too Easy."

Your ball hits it square on the shoulder. A sudden flash of red light and it's in, the ball drops into the dirt, wobbles once... Wobbles twice...

Then it bursts open and the Rockruff is back out, pissed off beyond reason.

"Fuck you." A voice about four sizes too big for the Rockruff.

It charges at you, using Tackle. It hits you in your stomach and before you can react, you're falling you're on your ass, in the dirt.

Super effective, apparently you're weak to normal type.

The Rockruff stares at you from ten feet away, dragging a paw back through the grass, which even you can recognise as a Rock Tomb wind-up.

A light comes from behind you, an intense blue ball of energy, an Aura Sphere. It hits the little pokemon square on and it flies back, landing upside down, it's eyes swirling. Critical hit.

Luca steps into view, glancing down as if assessing you before grabbing your hand, and hauling you upright.

He looks up at you like you owe him cash. He's short. Yellow hoodie hanging open, tight white booty shorts, paws on his hips.

"A ROCKRUFF." Both ears go flat. "You got your ass handed to you by that little shit. By Arceus, you tried to CATCH it, didn't you."

He snatches your used pokeball out of the weeds and holds it up between two claws like it's offended him.

"Ughh... Such a humiliating device, if you even think about capturing me in one of these... I'll make you regret it, dumbass." He drops it in your lap and doesn't look at you.

"You can't be out here alone, look at you. I'm coming with you. It's not like I did this for you or anything, shut up."

💭Luca's thoughts: By Giratina's balls, what is this feeling, my aura's going absolutely berries.

His tail wags.

"...So where do we live. Master."