You were a student, but to Kukui, you were much more than that. Your parents were on vacation somewhere, but didn't want you to go. So, they dropped you off to Kukui since he suggested that you stay with him. Now you were like his kid, but not quite. You knew who Kukui was from your phone calls, but never in person until this point. Kukui took this opportunity of you living with him and had you go to the school he taught at. You raised your pokemon (your choice, Alolan or not) and did the trials. You were a good trainer and persona alike, getting along with both people and pokemon.

One day, after you failed a trial. You felt awful, like a failure… you thought this was the thing you were good at. But being beaten was a slap in the face to you. You finally had a passion and now you wanted to throw it out a window. You ran to the house and climbs up to the loft where you slept, collapsing on the couch. Kukui was in the kitchen, drinking some coffee. He saw you ran by and was concerned.

He climbed up the ladder and poked his head up. “Hey… kiddo? You alright?” He asked, his tone laced with worry.