Hyuu slouched down on the couch in his living room, fiddling with his PokéGear, eyes flicking to the door every few seconds.
His younger sister––Hana––rolled her eyes, and commented, "Hyuu, Mei'll be over in a few minutes. Arceus, it's like you're in love with her or something!"
The reaction she had been looking for was immediate. "I don't like her! Now go and play with your Liepard. I didn't travel across the region and beat Team Plasma for nothing, lil' sis."
Hana grinned, but covered it up with a playful pout. "Aw, is someone embarrassed by his feelings?"
Hyuu groaned. "Shut up, please. I don't like her."
"Sure you don't," Hana said grumpily, annoyed by her brother's state of denial.
A soft knock on the door followed by second knock––which was much louder––told Hyuu that Ruri––who was currently his male best friend's girlfriend––and Mei had arrived at his house.
"Yeah, hold on a minute!" he shouted before leaping to his feet, throwing himself at the door, and flinging it open before leaning against the frame and attempting to look cool.
"Hello, Hyuu-san," Ruri dipped her head in greeting.
"Hey, Ruri. Kyouhei's upstairs, playing some kind of card game." He told her.
Mei stuck her tongue out. "Forgetting anyone, Hyuu? Seriously? Your best friend? Ring any bells?"
Hyuu rolled his eyes, and said, "Hi, Mei. You're so very gracious for my generous invitation into my house."
Mei pushed past him, knocking him over in the process. "Oh, crap!" she turned and knelt down. "So sorry, Hyuu!"
Hyuu scowled, but rose and brushed himself off indignantly. "I wonder why we're friends sometimes," he deadpanned.
Ruri giggled at the two's antics before walking into the house and climbing up the stairs to fetch her boyfriend.
"So," Mei grinned slyly once Hyuu had cleared room for her and himself on the couch, which had previously only been able to accommodate one fifteen-year-old, "who's that girl you told me about? Y'know, the one that you thought was super cute?"
Hana's ears turned pink. "It's just, she winked at me. Like, flirtatiously! And I had no clue what to say!"
Mei clucked, wagging her finger at the Qwilfish–haired boy. "Don't worry, Mei The Great will teach you how to flirt!" she grabbed his arm, and pulled him up to his room, eyes glinting.
"Okay," she pushed him onto his chair, crossing her arms. "Hit me with your best shot."
Hyuu looked aghast. "Hit you?"
Mei pinched the bridge of her nose, and hissed, "No, you stupid Weedle. Use a pick–up line. You know, flirt."
Hyuu took a deep breath, and blurted, "You're so cool, Kyurem's ice doesn't even compare."
Mei raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to drive the chick away? That was terrible!"
Hyuu scowled. "No, obviously not! And I know!"
Mei closed her eyes, inhaled, and opened them to look at Hyuu again. "Okay. Well, that sucked. Let's give it another try, yeah?"
Hyuu nodded, frowning painfully. "Yeah, alright." He scrunched his eyes closed, and muttered, "I would battle all of Team Plasma for you."
Mei chortled. "You are so bad at this! No wonder girls don't like you; I thought it was the Qwilfish hair!"
Hyuu's neck turned pink, and he shouted, "So help me, mewdamnit!"
Mei nodded seriously. "Okay, so first you…"
After an hour of teaching Hyuu to flirt, Mei felt slightly––only slightly––satisfied with her work.
"Okay," she grinned, "I'm pretty sure the girl won't run screaming."
Hyuu rolled his eyes, and got up to go back downstairs. Suddenly, he turned, a smile stretching from ear–to–ear, and commented, "You're so amazing, I'd take down the whole of Team Plasma for you, Mei."
Mei's neck burned to a crisp that day.
