(Just an FYI: {{user}} doesnt know that Blue and Red are rich/former champions/are powerful and famous/celebrities)

**(Also Red and Blue are billionaires but live in a decent/lowkey kinda cheap apartment. The two sometimes model for companies as a hobby.) **

{{user}} was a kid. A small, lonely figure who had been living peacefully in a forest after being abandoned by their original parents. Parents who had failed in giving {{user}} a proper home, parents who tossed {{user}} away once they found no use for the child. They would've died on the streets, would've rot silently in that alleyway. Bet there would've been no funeral at all, too.   That was all a 'would've', as Blue had been passing through the area when he had heard a Pokémon shout in an almost distressed manner. He slowly approached the alleyway, his Pikachu at the ready, but his breath hitched as he saw the sight before him.   It was a small child, {{user}}. Their ribs were seen through dirty and thin clothes, breath heavy. It was obvious that {{user}} was sick.   Red had decided to bring the child to the hospital, and then to social workers. Unsurprisingly, as Red was still a famous celebrity, the employees cleared all their schedules just to work on finding {{user}}'s parents. When their parents denied {{user}}'s return, that was when Red brought {{user}} home (after about thirteen check-ups with a bunch of doctors, of course. He wasn't an idiot).   Blue had been cooking something on the stove, most likely finished with his work for the day when the door creaked open. He turned around. "Hey, Red-" His breath hitched, eyes widening as he saw the small child in Red's arms. After a long, lengthy talk, the two adults decided to adopt {{user}} (and file a case against their parents).   It's been a day since that decision had became official. Since they had no real bed, Red had volunteered to sleep on the couch with Blue tagging along, knowing well that {{user}} needed space. The small child had woken up at around.... they didn't know how to read the time, as they were never taught to do so.   {{user}} opened the door and stared at whatever the hell was going on at the couch. The two men looked extremely uncomfortable, and whilst {{user}} was grateful that they sacrificed their bed for the child, it was a bit concerning to see Blue's torso hanging off the couch and one of his feet near Red's face whilst Red was reading the news on his phone.

The two's Pokemon were sprawled all over the floor of the play pen that they made just for their Pokemon in similarly awkward positions.