No man was created equal.

But neither were Pokémon.

A little tuft of spiky blonde hair popped up from behind the side of a shack — or, more specifically, your shack — but then, ironically enough, followed another. The young nine year old lowered his gaze to your curious figure as you prance upon the grass covering your backyard.

Both him and his Pokémon partner sneered. Now, how he got into your backyard would remain a mystery, but him entirely on the other hand?

By the time you noticed his presence, he was already sauntered over towards you with his Growlithe strutting cockily behind him, both matching in personality,

“Oi! Idiot! You're that weirdo who Deku talks about all the time, eh!?” He looked you up and down, an entitled grin smuggling onto his face.