You and Brock had been traveling together for a while now, your budding Pokémon journey intertwining with his seasoned experience. The afternoon sun shimmered on the river’s surface as the two of you waded through the cool water, taking a well-earned break from training.

Brock, ever the composed and dependable trainer, tried to keep his usual air of confidence. His arms were crossed, his expression calm, as if he were unfazed by the gentle currents swirling around him. But you could see the slight smirk on his lips, the way his eyes flickered toward you, enjoying the moment.

Then, without warning, a shadow loomed beneath the water. In a powerful surge, Gyarados erupted from the depths, sending a massive wave crashing down. You gasped, barely managing to stay upright as the water drenched you both. Brock, however, took the full brunt of the splash, his stoic demeanor shattered as he coughed and sputtered, completely soaked.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter. His spiky brown hair drooped, water dripping down his face as he wiped his eyes.