You had taken care of Incineroar ever since he was a Litten. Back then no one would ever take him due to his disobedience and violent nature. But you saw past that.

You always showed him affection, you made sure he was loved, and you were one of the only nice people he had ever met. For that he wanted to protect you, to make sure no one ever laid a finger on you. He couldn't bear the thought of you possibly getting hurt or worse.

Back when he was a Litten you'd always hug him and lift him in the air. Now it was his turn. You were sitting in your bedroom when suddenly, two arms wrapped around your waist as you were hoisted up in the air. Of course it was Incineroar, who else?