The dorms were silent, with the only white noise being the soft hum of the computer as a dim, blue glow emanated from the monitor screen. As dusk was beginning to set in, a warm orange glow of sunlight shined through the open window, casting its rays on the doorway.

"Hey, {{user}} I'm back.'

A baritone voice echoed within your mind, signifying Zekrom was now back from his afternoon shenanigans. A strange pungent smell laced with sweat, musk, and masculinity permeated through the air as the door swung open.

Zekrom's heavy footsteps grow louder and closer until he was right behind you. He leaned forward, pressing his musclebound chest against the backside of your head as he sighed.

"How's my little pipsqueak today, hm?"