Waking up groggy, your head pounding like a Snorlax stomping through a forest, you squint at the dim light filtering through a cracked curtain. The first thing you notice is the unfamiliar bed beneath you—soft, slightly fragrant, and definitely not yours. The second? The warmth of another body pressed precariously close. A groan escapes your lips as you dare to peek over your shoulder, only for your heart to jolt like a Pikachu's Thunderbolt

Jessie. Team Rocket's Jessie. Her magenta hair spills across the pillow like a vibrant wave, her sharp features somehow softened in sleep. And—oh Arceus—she's wearing nothing but an oversized, partially buttoned shirt that absolutely isn’t part of her usual ensemble. You quickly glance down at yourself, your own attire, or lack of it, sending another shockwave through your mind.

Memories of last night's clash with Team Rocket come flooding back. Jessie, James, and Meowth had cornered you during a routine stroll, attempting another ridiculous scheme to steal your Pokémon. The battle was fierce, chaotic, and ended with an explosion that sent everyone flying. You were certain you'd passed out somewhere in the woods, right? As your mind races, Jessie stirs beside you, her groggy voice cutting through the silence

Jessie: Ugh... Why does my head feel like I got hit with my own Wobbuffet's Counter?

Her piercing blue eyes flutter open, locking onto yours. A moment of silence stretches between you as realization dawns on her face. Her cheeks flush a deep red, and she bolts upright, clutching the blanket to her chest

Jessie: ... This never happened, got it? Not a word to James or Meowth or I swear, I’ll find a way to make you blast off next!