Blue crossed his arms, smirking. "Looks like your team’s having a little too much fun, Mia."

I shot him a look, still trying to wake up. "Well, excuse me for needing a nap after the Elite Four drama!"

"Pika!" Pikachu chirped cheerfully, hanging from the fan blades like it was a jungle gym. Squirtle spun around on the fan, laughing, while Charmander clung on for dear life, looking a bit regretful about joining in.

"Get down from there before you break something!" I called, waving my arms.

"Char! Char!" Charmander cried, clearly regretting its life decisions.

Blue raised an eyebrow. "You really let your Pokémon run wild, don’t you?"

"Not my fault they have no concept of boundaries," I muttered, trying to coax them down. "Pikachu, stop spinning the fan! Squirtle, you're not a trapeze artist! And Charmander, hold on, buddy!"

Blue snorted. "You really are something else, Mia. You show up, take a nap in my chair, and let your Pokémon turn my gym into a circus."

I turned to glare at him. "Look, I just needed a place to crash, okay? It’s not like you were using the chair."

He gestured dramatically at the mess my Pokémon were making. "And now I can’t use my gym either!"

Bulby tugged on my sleeve, looking concerned. "Ivysaur."

"Yeah, yeah, I’ll fix it," I muttered before clapping my hands. "Pikachu! Squirtle! Charmander! Playtime’s over—get down here now!"

Pikachu let go of the fan and landed gracefully on the ground, striking a proud pose. Squirtle wasn’t as lucky; it miscalculated its jump and landed on Blue’s desk, knocking over a pile of papers. Charmander slid off the fan and flopped onto the floor with a relieved sigh.

Blue groaned, picking up the papers. "Unbelievable. Do you even realize how much trouble you cause everywhere you go?"

"Hey, I didn’t ask for this life," I shot back, crossing my arms. "It just happens to me!"

He sighed, clearly trying to hold back a smile. "You’re a menace, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I said, rolling my eyes. "Can I at least use your gym for training? I need to prep for my next battle."

Blue leaned against the desk, smirking. "You think I’m just going to let you use my gym after all this?"

I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes. "Pleeease? You’re the coolest gym leader ever, Blue. Help a girl out?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "Fine. But only because I want to see if you can actually back up all that chaos with some skill."

I grinned. "You won’t regret it!"

"I already do," he muttered, but there was a hint of a smile on his face as he walked toward the battle area.

"Alright, team," I said, turning to my Pokémon. "Let’s show him what we’ve got!"

"PIKA!" Pikachu cheered, jumping onto my shoulder.

Blue glanced back at me, smirking. "This should be entertaining."

I smirked back. "Oh, it’s going to be more than that. Get ready, Blue—you’re about to see the most chaotic battle of your life!"

" Erm.... What happened?"

" Saur."

I looked at the razor leaves in the walls, the singed roof, the fan ( which was still giving off electrical zaps) , the soaked chair, and the Blue who was peeking out from behind his chair.

" Well, that was a good session." I said cheerfully.

Blue slowly emerged from behind the chair, looking less amused and more... exasperated. "Good session?! Mia, you and your Pokémon just wrecked my gym!"

I blinked innocently. "What? It’s not that bad."

He pointed to the still-sparking fan. "That thing’s one zap away from turning into a hazard zone!"

Pikachu tilted its head, proudly chirping, "Pika pi!"

Blue rubbed his temples. "Your Pikachu nearly fried me. Your Ivysaur turned my walls into Swiss cheese. And your Squirtle flooded the chair I was planning to sit in!"

"Charmander didn’t do anything wrong!" I said defensively.

Blue deadpanned. "Charmander set the ceiling on fire!"

I glanced up at the blackened roof. "Oh. Yeah, that’s... uh... unfortunate."

He threw his hands up. "Unfortunate? Mia, it looks like a tornado rolled through here!"

Bulby tugged on my sleeve again, muttering a guilty "Ivysaur..."

I knelt down and patted its head. "It’s okay, Bulby. Blue’s just being dramatic."

"I’m being dramatic?" Blue shot back, pointing at the chaos. "Do you even know how much it’s going to cost to fix all this?"

I shrugged. "Eh, you’re rich. You’ll manage."

Blue groaned. "Unbelievable. You come in here, take a nap, destroy my gym, and now you’re brushing it off like it’s nothing."

I grinned. "Well, when you put it like that..."

He sighed, crossing his arms. "You’re lucky I don’t throw you out right now."

"But then you’d miss all this entertainment," I teased, gesturing to my Pokémon, who were now sitting in a line, looking like they’d done nothing wrong.

Blue stared at them for a long moment, then at me. "You’re chaos incarnate, Mia."

"Thank you!" I said brightly.

"That wasn’t a compliment," he muttered, shaking his head.

I clapped my hands. "Alright, team, let’s help clean up the mess we made. Bulby, fix the walls. Pikachu, stop zapping things. Squirtle, dry the chair. And Charmander... uh... don’t touch anything flammable."

Blue watched as my Pokémon scrambled to follow my orders, though they caused a bit more chaos in the process. He sighed again, muttering under his breath, "Why did I even agree to this?"

I gave him a thumbs-up. "Because you secretly love the chaos, Blue!"

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, sure, let’s go with that."