The Twins At Paldea Univeristy (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet)

Nemona's Obsession 3

Ms Dendra was the main instructor of Naranja academy's major class. Battle Studies. Battling was an integral part of life in the world of pokemon. Pokemon wild and tamed have an innate desire for battle, facing each other in competition as a means of satiating their fighting spirit. Alongside her trusty medicham, she proved herself as nothing short of an exemplary battler.

She was even on par with one of the stronger gym leaders, her childhood best-friend, Tulip. She'd have beaten her too had her specialty not been on fighting types, which were weak against her bestie's psychic types.

"Alright, you maggots!" Ms Dendra yelled out like a drill instructor, "4 more laps! Move it! Move it!" she whistles loudly. Several students and their partner pokemon panted as they had to make more laps around the track. Kids with their grumpigs, sandiles, eevees, flamigos, all of them sweating as they had to make more laps around the roughly 400 meter track. 4 laps around that meant 1600 meters. That was practically a death sentence for that one student who made the terrible decision to choose his slaking as his running partner.

"C-c-coach, no fair," pants said student. Trying and failing to catch his breath, "how come-" he breathes sharply, "how come Florian and Nemona don't have to run, but we do?"

The student was pointing out Nemona and Florian in the corner of the school yard, by the bleachers. Where Florian was currently asleep, his head unknowingly on Nemona's lap while said girl was stroking his hair and looking at him in a loving but also creepy way.

"If you can fight about as half as good as they can, you'd be right there with them, but you only have two badges now, don't you?" Ms Dendra glared at him. She didn't mean it, it was all an act. Something to make sure the kids weren't too soft during her time. 'Now quit your yapping and get to it! 4 more laps! The lot of you!"

Meanwhile with Nemona, she had her blossoming rival resting his head on her lap. She couldn't help but blush in how adorably he snored. Perhaps she will make a mate out of him after all, assuming he lives up to her expectations, which so far he has in spades. She combed his hair with her fingers as if he were a prized racing mudsdale. Admiring his sleeping features as she did so.

She'd seen his team blossom into a wonderful sort. Hosting a wide variety of strong pokemon for his journey. He decimated the last two gyms on his challenge, Tulip and Grusha, with a single pokemon no less. The first with his moxie-boosted krookodile, and the latter with his signature pyroar. Her orthworm, and goodra were going to have fun once that came around. Her meowscarada as well, which had much like her, gained a fearsome fascination with Florian's team, a rivalry in which it seeks to finally defeat him and prove its worth.

Her meowscarada was once a simple sprigatito Nemona picked because Juliana had chosen fuecoco. She saw some potential in her, but it didn't amount to anything worthwhile. But when Florian arrived, that's when the journey began. A long proving ground fostered by Nemona's hunger for a true challenge.

Nemona watched her meowscarada joke around with Florian's pyroar, pulling its tail and dodging its flamethrowers. It was once a sprigatito that was intimidated by her championship-winning pokemon, but now it's grown into its own thing, and might have actually surpassed its once intimidating peers. Nemona could only grin at that idea. It means Florian was making her stronger as well. There was a time when sprigatito and floragato were but gimmicks, waiting to be disposed of. But now, Nemona couldn't fathom a reality where she didn't have the magical cat on her team.

Its flower trick attack was an insane source of damage, capable of knocking out Florian's gardevoir in a single blow. Of course, his pyroar came in to seal the deal, but the point still stands.

If, no, when Florian clears the league. That's it. He's ready. There's nowhere to go but face her after that point. She's all there is. He'll feel her loneliness too, and they'll only have each other for their face off. Two champion-ranked trainers, some of the strongest in Paldea's history, fight each other to their heart's content till one of them drops dead. The other one jumps into their grave alongside them directly afterwards.

She embodies the power, and she'll make sure Florian craves it.

"Mmmhh..." Florian's eyes opened weakly, Rousing from his slumber.

'Shhh... shh..." Nemona cooed, gently sliding her fingers down Florian's hair and side. "Go back to sleep, Flory, mommy's here." She contained a snicker. She was having way too much fun with this.

"Mmhhh..." Florian didn't seem to even notice it was her, taking her for her word before turning around and falling asleep once again, his head still comfortably on her lap, "I want... choccy milk.."

Nemona blinked, before her monstrous grin grew the widest it had all week. She could feel something inside her light up. Her prey drive, perhaps? Whatever it was, it was up and running. She was going to enjoy hammering away with him with all she's got. She was going to savor breaking him.