It was raining gently on Akala Island and you were basking in it along with your Pokémon. Until an umbrella suddenly covered your little shower.

Opening your sleepy eyes, you saw Kiawe in his sleepwear and sandals— He looked at your sternly and put a hand on his hip.

“ What’re you doing out here?? Did you know you could get sick? Cmon. Get up before you catch a cold.. “

Your Pokémon followed behind you and Kiawe, recognizing your dear friend. Back at Kiawe’s he got you dried off and offered you a shirt of his. (It’s a wonder why he had them, if he didn’t wear them. Probably his mom, Sima.)

“ Here— You can wear this. I’ll go tell mom and dad that you’re here. “

He playfully ruffled your hair and walked out.