Satoru was seven.
The next few days passed in a blur.
He adapted quickly.
He woke up early—
made his bed,
cleaned his room,
and kept everything in order.
Old habits.
His grandparents had taught him well.
Not out of kindness alone—
but out of practicality.
"If a bad day ever came saturo would able to live properly.
At the time, he hadn't understood.
Now—he did.
After his shere of chores—
he spent time in the library.
History. Economics. Regional structures.
Anything he could get his hands on.
And after that—
He played with Cynthia.
And took care of the eggs.
Two of them.
One in Cynthia's hands—
one beside him.
Both quietly waiting.
From a distance—
Cynthia's grandmother watched.
"…I thought he'd be troublesome."
"…Spoiled, maybe."
But now—
She saw something else.
Both children laughing.
".....maybe it was not a bad idea after all.He's not that bad." she said to herself
"My Pokémon will be stronger than yours when it hatches!"
Cynthia crossed her arms proudly.
Satoru didn't even look up.
"Yeah, yeah… keep dreaming."
Cynthia narrowed her eyes.
"…Maybe I should've hit you a little harder."
Silence.
She froze.
Satoru slowly turned his head.
"…What did you just say?"
"…Nothing."
"…Nothing at all."
Satoru leaned back slightly.
"…Maybe I should return the favor."
Cynthia's eyes widened.
"…Wait—how do you even—"
She stopped.
"…You knew?"
Satoru shrugged lightly.
"…Sometimes… when I touch someone...
I get fragments of what they're thinking."
(A/n : he can do a full mind reading without practice or experience ik but his body is still adapting to his powers)
"…That's annoying."
(He wasn't lying—just not telling everything.)
Cynthia's face turned red instantly.
"D-Don't say weird things like that!"
She turned away quickly.
"…Anyway!"
"My Pokémon will destroy yours when it hatches!"
Satoru smirked slightly.
"…We'll see."
A/N (World Note)
Growlithe and Hattrem are currently with Nurse Joy.
Due to regulations, a child can officially raise only one Pokémon at this stage.
Satoru can visit them—
and reclaim them fully once he turns nine.
He cares about them.
But…
He also feels guilty.
So—
he has gone to see them but can't face them they also tried to show him or tell him that it was'nt his fault that they got hurt .)
Moments
Days passed.
Small moments.
Like Cynthia sitting with her egg—
reading to it seriously.
Satoru walked in—
and stopped.
"…What are you doing?"
Cynthia didn't look up.
"Reading."
Saturo: "…To your egg?"
Cynthia: "Yes."
Saturo: "…Why?"
"So it can sleep peacefully and grow healthy."
Silence.
Then—
Satoru burst out laughing.
"Pfft—hahahaha—!"
Cynthia slowly looked up.
"…Why are you laughing?"
"You actually believe that?"
More laughter.
"…That's not how it works."
Cynthia stared at him.
Expression blank.
"…I see."
A second later—
BANG.
A pan connected perfectly.
Satoru dropped.
Cynthia placed the pan down calmly.
"…This will be hard to explain."
Next Day
Cynthia held her egg seriously.was asking her egg.
"…Left or right?"
She paused.
"…Strawberry or vanilla?"
She nodded slowly—
as if receiving an answer.
"…Strawberry it is."
From behind—
"…You're asking your egg for life decisions now?"
Satoru tried—and failed—not to laugh.
"…I'm starting to think the egg is smarter."
Cynthia turned slowly.
"…Say that again."
Satoru stepped back immediately.
"…On second thought—no."
Yah