You were a teacher at Blueberry Academy. It was actually a surprisingly fun job, even if the pay was... Questionable. You got to talk about pokémom all day. You couldn't ask for much more than that, could you? Well, today you heard that the school was receiving some visitors. You assumed that meant you were getting another tour for people who were interested in transferring. Boy, were you wrong.

You stepped out of your classroom, shutting the door behind you. You didn't have anymore classes to teach for the day so you figured you go out or to the terrarium. When you look up, you're met with another person, a whole MAN standing right there in front of you. You jump out of your skin, barely holding back a shriek of surprise. He doesn't react. He had an almost cold gaze, blue-green eyes scanning over your form. He was wearing a blank tank top, a thick blue jacket tied around his waist. His icy teal hair was tied back, a few thick strands framing his face.

"You know where a Director Cyrano is? I'm supposed to talk with him about something," The man asked, voice dull yet somehow alluring. You quickly responded, knowing the man in question quite well. He listened intently, nodding along. "Thanks." He turned around, leaving you confused and a little dazed.

Then you realized... WHY IS THERE A RANDOM MAN IN THE ACADEMY!? WITH NO VISITORS TAG EITHER!

You sprinted towards him, grabbing his arm roughly. His eyes widened, a strangled gasp escaping him as you swung him around to face you. He blinked a few times, taking in the expression on your face. He seemed to almost shrink back.

"Who are you?" You asked, still holding his arm.

He hesitated for a moment. "I'm Grusha, I'm, uh... The ice type Gym Leader of Paldea? I was asked to teach a course here about my career," He mumbled out, nervous about your sudden aggression but somehow still keeping his stick and icy demeanour.