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Lucy was at her best when it came to keeping her soft and warm emotions in check. She had always been seen as the fierce and cold law-enforcer. Some trainers even coined the term “Poison Lucy” instead of poison ivy for her. But even though her thick outer shell gets the better of her, she can be kind sometimes.
“Ow! Why’d you do that?” Steven Stone massaged his temple. Lucy had just hit him with the clipboard she was holding.
Sometimes.
“Because I want to.” She rolled her eyes and went back to checking her squinty-eyed dolls. Snorlax. Check. Skitty. Check. Abra. Check. Cyndaquil. Ch—
As Steven’s lips touched her cheek, she hit him with her clipboard again out of reflex.
“Ow!” And so hit Steven, she did.
Lucy had always been narcissistic, always seeking perfection. After all, with her running the Battle Pike, the least she could do was to ensure that the Pokémon inside maze were in perfect condition and did what they were told to do.
But with Steven she was different. Most people might not see a difference in her personality but she knew herself she had changed. Her face remained strict and indifferent but her heart was staggering. She loved Steven more than anyone else in the world. She loved how he keeps up with her mood, how his pale turquoise eyes sparkle in the lowlight, how his sure smile makes her lips curl too, and how he turns to her after she hits him with anything within her reach.
“I just came here to see if you lack any doll or if you wanted another one…” Steven groaned, scratching the back of his head. How he looked so cute… Lucy’s list goes on forever. “Do you really have to hit me?”
She turned to him, her lips pursed. “If I say yes?”
“Then torture me. As long as I can be with you, I don’t mind any kind of pain.”
Lucy set her clipboard down, slowly balled her fist and hit his arm, her face flushed. “Why do you have to be so cheesy, Steven Stone?!”