The cures of new beginnings (Pokehuman X reader)

Wingull

You lived in Dewford Town, a small island community located in the Hoenn region. It was quiet where you lived - as it had always been, and, it seemed, as it always will be. You didn't have any kind of interest in Pokemon (it seemed to be a mainland thing anyway), and your parents would prefer if you stayed with them. In short, you really had no desire to leave your precious island town. It was boring, granted nothing ever really happened, so it had become a kind of hobby of yours to watch different trainers come and go. You knew they were only here for the gym badge, which upset you a little bit - it seemed nobody had any interest in the island itself.

You visited Brawley often, to see how the gym was doing and so on. He seemed to enjoy your company for the most part; you insisted that he needed to take a break from fighting, but he refused every time. So, you had to make your way to him instead. He really could be stubborn.

You caught a glimpse of a boat arriving at the port on your way to the gym leader himself. You decided that Brawley could wait for a while, and quietly peeked from the corner of the building as to not look so suspicious. A boy hurried off the boat, looking slightly disheveled, and severely out of breath. Nevertheless, he ran as fast as he could manage with his overfilled bag slung over his shoulders. You briefly wondered why he was in such a hurry, but remembered that you had a previous engagement. He was most likely another trainer anyways.

With new-found determination, you set about the familiar path towards the gym. Unfortunately, you hadn't gotten very far until you were quite rudely knocked to the ground. "Ouch," You muttered, ready to tell off whoever had the nerve to bump into you. Your words caught in your throat for a second when you noticed it was the foreigner (with a considerably lighter load this time), but returned soon afterwards.

"Watch where you're going," You said bitterly, hurriedly collecting yourself. He moaned in distress, pulling you up to your feet. You glared silently at his hand that grasped you until he let go.

"Sorry!" He said, giving a meek smile. You, on the other hand, were not convinced that he was. It seemed more plausible that he was a haughty foreigner only wishing to turn your precious town into a shopping centre. Or something along those lines.

You grumbled in response, eyeing his bag, in which its contents had spilled over in your incident. You were more than surprised to see stacks of white envelopes cover the ground. He seemed to notice them too, because he soon forgot about you, and was already picking them up.

"What are those?" You asked, giving up your hard front. He touched the envelopes fondly, before throwing them in the bag with the others.

"Oh, I'm delivering mail."

"To Dewford?" You asked incredulously.

"Why not Dewford?"

"Ah..." He had you there. It was a little more than surprising though to find out that a mail service would be put in to include your little town - it seemed like the mainland had forgotten about it altogether. You looked at him with suspicion, but decided that he was probably not an entrepreneur of any sorts, and gave him a silent nod of approval.

"In that case, I want to deliver a letter.

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It had already been a few years since Dewford Town of the Hoenn region had found itself with a new mailing system, and a means to contact the mainland. Many of the other townsfolk were not fond of this - not that you bothered with them anyways - but you had taken quite a liking to it. Or, more specifically, to the boy who delivered the mail.

He would come, without fail, every month to deliver the townspeople's mail, and receive more letters. When he wasn't rushing around, he would usually come to talk with you about the mainland and what it was like. You feigned interest about the subject because he talked with such passion, and you didn't want to discourage his talks with you.

It was nearing the end of the month and, as usual, the people were waiting anxiously for their mail to arrive. You pretended to be uninterested with the matter at hand what-so-ever (you had to maintain your reputation, after all), but were bursting with excitement all the same. A month felt like a long time when you were alone, and you were itching to exchange stories with your mail-boy.

You caught sight of bright white hair, uncommon with the island folk, and waved enthusiastically in hopes to catch the males attention. However, he was too preoccupied to notice your frantic gesture, and was busily handing out letters and packages to the people of Dewford. This caused you to huff, and you spent your time sneaking glances at his way. You assured yourself it was just to make sure he noticed you, and nothing else.

'The dock had quieted down considerably, and all you could hear was the rustle of the ships being pushed against the tide, and the distant cry of a Pokemon. You watched as the object of your attention sat down. Despite knowing him all this time, you were suddenly feeling very anxious to approach him. But, as you watched him stare at the water, seemingly fascinated, you decided now was as good of a time as ever. Beside, you were not one to give into fears so easily.

With new found determination, you joined him on the dock, allowing your legs to dangle off the side. He noticed your presence, and smiled meekly. He was still as shy and timid as he was always been, you mused, and both of you remained silent. Until, remembering your purpose, you steeled your thoughts and spoke.

"I have another letter for you," You said, fishing out a crumpled envelope. He seemed to have anticipated this, for he brought out his messenger bag, and waited for you to hand the paper over. He looked at the address with mild curiosity, before almost falling forwards into the water.

"Y-you wrote this for me?" He asked, regaining his composure. You nodded hastily, shoving it further into his hands and prompting him to open it. He complied, and you could see his ears start to turn red as he looked over it.

He stayed quiet for a while - you were convinced that it wasn't a good sign - before jolting up in realization and grabbing your hands. He fumbled with his words, but you could make out a faint "I like you too,".

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The rest is up to you...anyhoo toodaloo my lovely trainers