It happened at 2:14 AM.

The fire outside the tent crackled softly. Your Pokémon were snoozing, the forest was still, and Rosa? She was supposed to be asleep.

You rolled over in your sleeping bag, expecting to see her curled up in hers across the tent.

Instead… She was out of the blanket.

Face down. Thick cheeks up. Back arched. And slowly, very deliberately— Clap. Clap. Clap.

She was twerking. Silently. Softly. With expert precision.

You stared. Mouth slightly open. Brain? Gone.

“…Rosa?”

She didn’t look back. “Hmm? I’m asleep.”

Clap clap clap.

“You’re definitely not asleep.”

“Mmhmm. Sleep-twerking,” she mumbled. “It’s… hereditary. Very rare condition.”

You raised an eyebrow, watching her hips bounce with increasing rhythm. The way her bare thighs jiggled with each clap made your heart threaten to self-destruct.

“Rosa.”

She peeked over her shoulder. Her face was flushed, but her grin was 100% awake.

“I woke up and missed you,” she whispered. “And I thought… maybe if I twerked loud enough, you’d come hold me.”