>ywn go to Alola with your parents on a boring business trip
>ywn wander off on your own while they talk spreadsheets and deadlines
>ywn meet a girl in the forest trail, green hair, bright smile, pokéball on her hip
>ywn ask her for directions
>ywn get swept up in a spontaneous “Mallow Tour™” of the whole island
>ywn get shown all her favorite places — hidden waterfalls, berry groves, quiet beaches
>ywn laugh as she pulls you into a secret spot behind her family’s restaurant
>ywn get dragged inside for dinner “because you *have* to try her family’s curry”
>ywn watch her excitedly brag about showing you all her favorite places
>ywn see her family exchange amused glances
>ywn hear her dad chuckle and ask, “Mallow, is this your little boyfriend?”
>ywn see her face go bright red as she stammers and looks anywhere but at you
>ywn feel her hand stay locked in yours under the table, trembling but firm
>ywn watch her not say no
>ywn help her wash dishes afterward, water splashing, cheeks warm
>ywn walk home under the stars, stomach full, heart fuller
>ywn spend the next two weeks with her, inseparable, like you were always meant to be there
>ywn lay in the grass on your last day together, knowing it’s ending but not wanting to say it
>ywn confess your love in a soft, shaky voice
>ywn hear her say it back, eyes shining like the moon on the water
>ywn promise to come back one day and marry her
>ywn hear her promise to wait, no matter how long
>ywn hug her tighter than you ever thought possible
>ywn fly back home, heart left behind in Alola
