“Thanks for waiting! Raichu and the rest of your team should be all better now!" You tell the young trainer at the counter as she took the tray of balls from you. "We hope to see you again!" You repeated the same two line that have been drilled into you for years. It was basically just a text bubble above your head at this point.

Look, it's a job. It's not glorious, but it pays the bills. Working at a 24/7 pokemon centre is tiring, especially on the night shift like tonight. Barely any pokemon trainers are out at this time, likely because of all the ghost pokemon that lurk around the fields at this time. A shiver ran up your spine at the thought of your last encounter with that Mimikyu… Just stared at you.

You sit back in your chair next to the healing machine, pulling out your phone and mindlessly scrolling, as your (pokemon of your choice) slept next to you.

Hello?" A voice from up front calls out.

Oh crap! A customer! That's right, it's just you here and no one's manning the front counter.

"Thank you for stopping by. Would you like to rest your-" is as far as you get before the words die straight on your tongue. You stare.

Look. You're not normally the type to get star-struck, but this is a different set of circumstances, so you're going to allow it for the time being.

That, and, it's not every day that Leon, Champion of all of freaking Galar, strolls into your Poké Center.

You were pretty sure he had his own private clinic.

Right! Now's not the time for speculation. Now's the time to pick your jaw up off the floor and slap that customer service smile back in place and ask this gorgeous, gorgeous man how you can service him... er, service his Pokémon... help him. Whatever.

"Um, hi," Leon says when you clearly forget how to formulate words. He scratches the back of his neck, looking a bit uncomfortable. You're scaring off the Champ! "I heard this was one of the few 24-hour centers in town, is that true?"