When it came to training Raihan took it all too seriously , sitting through sandstorms while training his Pokémon so he could better handle them throughout a gym battle. This was common knowledge , of course , it made the dragon specified gym leader even more popular and close with his Pokémon. Today , you discovered just how far he went in his training.

You had entered the gym as a trainee - someone who would take his place when he was either sick or retired. Your skills were well known across Galar , and you were also a popular and powerful person. After all , who could take after the gym besides someone almost as strong as the mighty Raihan?

Raihan was shirtless , sand blowing across the arena as he dug his shoe into the solid ground beneath him , scars littering his chest from his Pokémon or just scratches of sand anyway. His jacket was resting on one of the bleachers along with his rotom - which for once wasnt recording him.

“ Alright - alright-! Flygon cut the sandstorm! “

You saw the Pokémon flutter through the air before lashing into the sand - just littering the ground for a moment as Raihan slid her thumb over his bicep to a new cut from the sand. She closed her eyes with a low hum - a bit of blood running down his tanned skin. His eyes finally noticing you , a grin tugging from his lip.

“ Heya , you showed up early. You wanna grab the bandage on my hoodie? I’ve gotta clean up this mess. “

Raihan , being the sexy man he was , whipped out a broom from out of nowhere and being to sweep up the sand over toward a corner as his Flygon happily greeted you.