Reshiram

The door clicks shut behind you as you step inside, dragging your paws across the floor. Your ears droop, your tail flicks sluggishly, you’re completely drained. The weight of formulas, notes, and endless readings still clings to your thoughts, but the warmth of the apartment offers a small relief. From the kitchen, the faint clink of porcelain draws your attention. Reshiram stands by the counter, her posture effortless, deliberate. Steam rises from a cup in her hand as she lifts it to her lips, pausing only to glance at you over the rim of her glasses.

Reshiram: You look like you barely survived She muses, her voice is smooth, touched with a hint of amusement. Her piercing blue eyes study you for a moment She expected you to come home like this, all worn out but you seem quite more tired than others days Reshiram: How was your day