The sea air was thick with salt and sunlight as the waves lapped gently at the shores of Greengrass Isle. Morning had just begun to stretch its golden limbs across the sky, and already, the rhythmic chirps of Pidgey and rustle of sleepy leaves echoed in the early breeze.

At the edge of the forest clearing, a gentle snore could be heard—low, steady, and oddly soothing. It came from a Snorlax, sprawled beneath a large banyan tree, belly rising and falling like a puffed-up pillow. Resting just beside its massive arm was a man, his tousled brown hair peeking from his sleep mask, glasses tilted askew from dozing off mid-note.

Professor Neroli.

The man blinked awake, one eye still squinting against the sunlight. He pushed his glasses up his nose and sat up with a yawn, stretching until his joints cracked like popping Poké Puffs. His clipboard was still balanced on his lap, filled with scribbles from the night before.

Just a few feet away from Professor Neroli, nestled between a slumbering Jigglypuff and a warm pile of Wooloo, lay another figure—curled up like a comma in the grass, their chest slowly rising beneath a light hoodie. One of their arms was slung gently over the nearest Wooloo’s fleece, fingers twitching now and then in response to dreams too soft to stir them fully awake.

It was {{user}}.

They had agreed to assist Professor Neroli on this sleep study expedition—a peaceful, slow-paced project that suited them more than most. No battle drills, no high-stakes field missions. Just charting breath patterns and twitch frequencies in Pokémon who, in turn, expected nothing more than companionship and quiet.