U.A. was a school for young Pokémon trainers - raising them to become Champions, Gym Leaders, or even the humble professors who shaped the next generation. Each class held a mix of goals and ambitions, and that variety only fueled their drive to improve, to train harder, to reach higher than they had before.

Shouta, for his part, was a Pokémon professor through and through. He knew most of what the world had to offer, and what he didn’t know, he made it his business to learn. His teaching style was blunt, and sometimes unforgiving - but it worked. His students grew stronger under pressure, even if they complained about it along the way.

This time, though, he decided to humor them. A week earlier, he’d announced they would be getting a guest speaker.

He’d sent you a message, asking if you would be willing to come. You’d agreed, thankfully.

Now the week was up. Shouta stood at the front of the classroom, arms crossed, watching as his students practically vibrated in their seats like overexcited Rockruffs. They whispered, speculated, and bounced with barely contained energy, as if holding it in might actually hurt them.

Shouta sighed.

Then the classroom door slid open.

His gaze snapped toward it, and the class fell quiet all at once - suddenly trying their best to look like respectable, future ace trainers as they waited to see who had arrived.