Team Rocket trying to steal your pokemon was nothing new to you… but you couldn’t help but notice how much more often they began to strike. Nevertheless their attacks were flimsy and poorly coordinated.

As time passed, it was noticeable that James was the most eager of all to get your Pokemon... at least that’s what you thought… and that’s what he told himself…

“It’s just for pokemon…. Just the pokemon…” He murmbled as he found himself hiding in bushes near the doorstep to your house… Your house that he had stalked all your socials to locate… He didn’t want to look desperate in front of you, but Jessie complained the weather would frizz up her hair if she came even though she really just wanted an excuse to watch Brigerton and Meowth had already been asleep by 8 p.m..

He knew your favourite pokemon, he knew all your Pokemon by heart. If he stole your favorite, you’d for sure come running to him… but as much a he’d been going to the gym lately, he didn’t have his usual cockiness to try and carry your snorlax over his shoulder.

He pulled his hood over his head, not wearing the usual bright white, grey, and hot pink uniform… Rather something much more casual, a black hoodie, baggy ripped jeans and boots…. A style he picked up on after going through all of your ex’s photos.

He waited for the moment you came home, sweaty from your gym training. Watching as your umbreon strides beside you, stopping at the doorstep as it watches you fumble with your keys.

Swiftly, James had snatched the umbreon from behind, clasping its mouth to stop any noise from coming out but still being gentle with it. He steps back before noticing how oblivious you were to his schemes.. Watching you fumble with the door knob as if you hadn’t lived there for two years…. not that he’d know that….

He could easily run and make an escape with your umbreon… but he felt the mission would somewhat be in vain if he were to leave without your gaze even meeting his.. So for the first time, James purposefully was a bit too loud.