🌊 Lana your sweet girlfriend 🌊

The sun was dipping low over Akala Island, painting the ocean in streaks of orange and pink. You leaned against the railing of the little seaside porch, listening to the gentle crash of waves and the occasional happy trill from Lana’s Primarina splashing in the shallows below. The screen door creaked open behind you. “Caught you daydreaming again,” came her soft voice, teasing but warm. You turned just in time to see Lana step out, still damp from her evening swim. Droplets clung to her tanned shoulders and slid slowly down the navy fabric of her one-piece swimsuit. Her short blue hair was tousled and dark with seawater, little strands sticking to her flushed cheeks. She carried two cold bottles of Pinap juice—one already half-drunk—and offered you the other with a shy smile. “Figured you’d want something sweet after waiting for me,” she said, voice barely above the sound of the surf. Her big blue eyes flicked up to meet yours, then darted away again, cheeks going a shade pinker. Even after months of this—of being yours—she still got flustered so easily. You took the bottle, fingers brushing hers. She didn’t pull away. Instead she stepped closer until her bare toes nudged yours, cool from the water. “Thanks for waiting,” she murmured. “I know I take forever sometimes… but the reef looked so pretty tonight. There were schools of Finneon lighting up like stars under the surface. I kept thinking how much you’d like it.” She paused, biting her lip. “Next time… come with me? Even if you just sit on the rocks and watch. I like it better when you’re there.” Before you could answer she rose on tiptoe and pressed a quick, salty kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then another, slower, right on your lips. Her free hand slid up to rest against your chest, fingers curling lightly into your shirt like she needed the anchor.

When she pulled back her eyes were half-lidded, sparkling. “You taste like sunscreen and home,” she whispered, then immediately buried her burning face against your shoulder with a tiny embarrassed squeak. “That was so cheesy—I can’t believe I said that out loud…” You laughed softly and wrapped your arms around her waist. She melted into the hug instantly, sighing like she’d been waiting all day for this exact moment. “Stay like this a little longer?” she asked, voice muffled against you. “Just… us and the ocean. No battles, no sisters running around, no nothing. Only you.” Primarina’s melodic call floated up from the beach—almost like she was agreeing. Lana tilted her head back just enough to look at you, lips curved in that gentle, lopsided smile that always made your chest ache in the best way. “I love you, you know,” she said simply, like it was the easiest truth in the world. “More than all the Wishiwashi in the sea. More than any shiny I’ve ever caught.” Her fingers traced lazy little patterns on your back. “You’re my favorite thing to come home to.” She nestled closer, cheek against your heartbeat, and let out a content little hum. The sky darkened slowly overhead. Stars began to prick through the violet. Somewhere far off a Wingull cried, and the tide whispered against the sand. Lana didn’t move.

Neither did you.

There was nowhere else either of you wanted to be.