"Pokémon: Poké High School"
Chapter 3 – Getting Physical and Special:
Following History was the Physical-Special Training class, an hourly moment under supervision where the students would practice their Attacks.
Of course, they would have to change into Gym clothes for this, t-shirts and shorts colored according to their typing.
"Eh? Where…"
"Is something wrong, Gardevoir?" Sylveon noticed the worried look in her friend's face, and so did Kadabra as they change to their Gym Clothes.
"I can't find my shirt."
"Oh, don't worry." Kadabra pointed out, emotionlessly like always. "I have a spare. You're primarily a Psychic-type, so our shirts are the same color." The coloring system was simple enough: the shirt was colored accordingly to the primary type, while the shorts were according to the secondary one. If there was no secondary type, the two pieces would be of the same color.
Kadraba handed Gardevoir the extra t-shirt, and received a thank you. However, when putting it on.
"Umm… I think it's a little tight…" Gardevoir struggled to wear the piece of clothing. Sylveon couldn't help but to notice that despite Kadabra wearing t-shirts slightly larger than her actual size since she liked to feel comfortable, Gardevoir was much taller than her, not to mention with certain aspects of her body much bigger as well. After a moment, Gardevoir managed to fit into the shirt, and managed to get comfortable, but it was a bit too tight, and even showed part of her stomach, even if just a little bit. "Do you think anyone will notice…?" Gardevoir felt a bit embarrassed, mainly when Kadabra and Sylveon couldn't stop staring at her. The two exchanged looks and nodded.
As Kadabra made a knot on the negative space of the shirt in order to tighten it to the side, Sylveon wrote on the back of it 'GARDEVOIR – Temporary shirt borrowed from Kadabra', since each shirt had a tag on the front with the users name written in capital letters, and it was necessary to make the distinction of names between the two.
"Better."
"If you say so…"
Entering the large building they used as a School Gym, the trio of girls were the last of the class to join the group. The teacher was yet to arrive, and as so, everybody gathered in groups in order to pass the time. Gallade appeared to be thinking to himself until he spotted Kadabra and Sylveon.
"Hey gir-?!" Upon placing his eyes on Gardevoir wearing a tight shirt and exposing part of her stomach, a nosebleed came to Gallade's nose, powerful enough to push him back due to the surprise. Recovering, he placed a hand over the bleeding nose and his cheeks flustered brightly red. His body was visibly shaking.
"Is something wrong, Gallade?"
Sylveon and Kadabra glanced at Gardevoir and shot a glare with narrow eyes of disbelief. "How oblivious are you?!"
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
"Class!" Everybody turned to the Teacher. A tall man, wearing yellow clothes with black stripes, possessed red eyes and, while bald, he had a large blonde mustache. "The name's Electivire. I'll be your Physical-Special Trainer for the year. Hope you're all ready to sweat to the bones!"
"What about those that don't have bones?" Everybody turned to the girl who spoke, a strong red hair and yellow eyes, wearing a greenish-yellow shirt and violet shorts.
"Scolipede, right? I suppose you're a Bug-type then." Electivire deduced, however, a special friend of hers intervened.
"Stop getting so technical about it, Scoli!" A strong arm was placed around Scolipede's neck. A teammate of hers, Darminatan, was a girl with short white hair, reddish eyes, and strange constant flares always bursting from her eye brows. The red gym clothes suggested her to be a Fire-type, though her shorts did possess a single strong pink stripe around one of the legs.
"Darmanitan, get off of me please."
"Aww, don't be like that."
Scolipede shot a glare to the side, making the Fire type flinch and step back.
"S-Stop making that look! You know it creeps me out!"
"That's exactly why I make it."
Electivire laughed at the scene. Apparently, he was jolly by nature. "Alright, alright, enough chit-chat. Start by making 10 laps around the stadium."
A small warm-up for some, a full-fleshed exercise for others.
There were always two distinctive groups in every class when it came to this sort of exercise: those who are better physically and thus have more stamina and are able to keep their breaths, while the more special-oriented were fated to stay behind by default. Sylveon, Kadabra and Gardevoir were part of the latter group. However, the Psychic-Fairy-type couldn't help but to wonder why Gallade was so far ahead. While he was indeed part of the Physical group of the class, he always stayed behind in order to speak with his friends.
"I wonder why Gallade isn't with us."
Kadabra sighed, finding the answer rather obvious. "It's because he doesn't want to look at you like that. Seriously, why did you have to be far more developed than the rest of us?"
"Don't think about Gardevoir, don't think about Gardevoir, don't think about Gardevoir!" Placing himself in a mental trap, Gallade tried his best to stop picturing Gardevoir in her current attire, but it was practically useless. What truly distracted him was listening passerby comments of two of his classmates, Tyranitar and the guy who though sunglasses equaled cool, Krookodile, a boy with red hair with black bangs.
"Did you see Gardevoir today?"
"It's harder to not see her. That shirt is really tight on her!"
"I know, right?! Man, I swear, she's-"
"She's what?"
Turning around the two found Gallade with narrow eyes, glaring at them both. Before they could laugh it off, they noticed his fist glowing bright orange, which made them swallow dry air and cringed, since Fighting-type attacks would knock them both out almost immediately.
"N-Nothing…"
"Good." The glow vanished, making the two Dark-types sigh with relieve.
"Geez, if you like her so much, why don't you just say it?"
"I don't know. Ask Salamence why he hasn't done the same to Flygon."
Krookodile laughed, making Tyranitar frown. "Hey, no badmouthing my teammates."
"Then, you know what to do." Gallade responded. Deciding to put his speed to the test, he started speeding up, attempting to catch up to the person in the front, Scolipede. She was without the fastest of the class, and many could see that she didn't even try for the most of it.
Ten laps had passed, and while some were fine with the exercise, some had exaggerated a bit.
"Damn it… should've stayed behind…"
"Here." Gallade turned to the right and found a water bottle, held by a familiar hand, he looked up and found a smiling Gardevoir. He attempted to avert his look at first, but he didn't suffer a nosebleed. Smiling as well, he took the bottle and drak it after thanking her. "You really tired yourself."
"Haah!" He exhaled, and only managed to respond after breathing heavily a couple of times. "I guess."
"Why were you on the front?"
"I was trying to see if I was getting out of shape. I didn't train much during Summer, after all."
"I know."
"And besides, you should stop cooking food that makes me want seconds."
"Mou!" Gardevoir giggled and put on a fake mean look, poking Gallade's forehead and making him laugh in return.
"…How jealous are you?"
"Very."
"Ditto."
Sylveon and Kadabra kept glaring at the two lovebirds.
"Alright class, the break's over!" Electivire walked back. "Physical users to the right, Special to the left. Those who have the potential for both can choose which side they want, and can change sides whenever they want. They're free to choose."
"Well, I guess this means I'll be busy over there."
"See yah later."
Gallade moved to the Physical Side, while Sylveon, Kadabra and Gardevoir made their way to the left.
"Miss Ambipom! Allow me to join you!" Two voices spoke in unison approaching the girl with long purple hair split into two long pigtails and wearing a plain white set of clothes. They were two of a set of triplets, having identical feats. The two boys, Simisage and Simisear, attempted to join Ambipom for the exercises. While Simisage possessed green eyes and a cowlick, Simisear had red eyes and curly red hair.
"U-Umm…" The twin-tails of the girl began to shake due to the nervousness. However, before she could respond, two fists came flyig down onto the boys' heads, making them cringe in pain. Those same fists pinched their ears and dragged them to the Special side of the field.
"Leave her alone, you guys."
"Simipour?!"
"What the hell?!"
The final triplet was, strangely enough, a girl with blue eyes and wavy blue hair.
Turning around, Simipour winked at Ambipom, making the girl relieved and sigh as a result. "Magikarp, let's go."
"R-Right!" A small girl who had skipped a few grades, jumped around in a sort of short sleeping bag, which she didn't dare to go anywhere without. Her cute hair and eyes were colored red, and she wore a small crown over her head.
"You know, you could always skip the class. I mean…"
"I know I'm weak, but I shouldn't get a special treatment for it."
"Hmm…" Ambipom's eyes narrowed at Magikarp and a sly grin appeared on her face. "Since when are you so confident? Or did Feebas encouraged you?"
The mention of the name made Magikarp's turn completely red and she started hopping with panick.
"N-No! Not at all! It's not like that!" her jumps became higher and higher, to the point of accidentally hitting the ceiling with her head. Ambipom quickly reached her arms out and caught the blushing girl into her arms. "…It's not like that."
"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"
"…Both?"
"Let's just go. Your Tackle won't get better on its own." Ambipom placed her down and they followed the rest of the class.
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