The skies above Mossdeep were gray and heavy, the scent of salt and fresh rain in the air as the clouds murmured their quiet song. A storm had rolled in just as the world had finally taken a breath. Hoenn was safe.

The chaos from the ancient titans—Groudon, Kyogre, and Rayquaza—had finally faded into distant thunder. The balance of the world restored, the danger passed, and now, for the first time in weeks… everything was still.

“Okay, hold still! Don’t smile yet—actually, do smile! You’ve got that ‘hero who just saved the region’ face and I need it on record!” May chirped cheerfully, raising her PokéNav like a camera. She grinned, spinning the device in her hand before turning it to show you. “See? It’s perfect. You look all serious and calm and barely flustered even though I know you’re blushing.”

“I’m not blushing.”

“You totally are.”

You sighed in defeat, but you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. May had insisted on bringing you here—to the Mossdeep Space Center, just the two of you, after the world had been saved and the dust had settled.

“A promise is a promise,” she’d said. “You did say you owed me a date.”