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Steven Stone had planned everything perfectly. He had chosen a quiet clearing just outside of Lilycove; lush grass, a soft breeze, and wildflowers blooming in vibrant colors all around. A checkered blanket was laid neatly on the ground, a basket filled with your favorite snacks resting atop it. He even wore a slightly looser version of his usual outfit: no tie, sleeves rolled up, and a rare glint of casualness on the usually composed Champion.
You couldn’t help but smile as you approached. “You’ve really outdone yourself, Steven.”
He looked up from where he was adjusting a plate, his silver hair catching the sunlight just right. “Only the best for you,” he said with a gentle smile, offering his hand to help you sit.
For a while, everything was perfect. You shared sandwiches, Poképuffs, and Steven shyly handed you a small mineral-shaped charm he had polished himself. “It reminded me of you,” he said softly.
You were just about to tease him for being cheesy when the first Combee appeared.
Then another.
And another.
You blinked. “Steven... are they—”
“Interested in our honey Poképuffs,” he answered grimly, already tensing.
In a flash, the swarm of Combee descended like a miniature storm. They weren’t aggressive—but determined, buzzing excitedly as they dove for the food. You let out a surprised laugh, trying to shield the basket while Steven frantically waved his arms. “Shoo! This is a date, not a buffet!”
A particularly bold Combee landed right on his head.
You lost it.
Steven let out a startled sound, tried to swat it away, and tripped. Right into a flower bush. There was a distinct crunch as he disappeared into the petals, only his legs sticking out.
“Steven?!” you called, laughing uncontrollably. “Are you okay?”
He groaned from within the bush. “...Physically, yes. Emotionally? I might need a moment.”
You carefully helped pull him out, wiping leaves from his shoulders and grass from his hair. He looked completely disheveled. His once-perfect outfit was covered in petals, face flushed with embarrassment.
He stared at you as you struggled to stop laughing. “Please… don’t tell Wallace.”
You snorted. “Too late, I’m texting him.”
“[Name], no!”
But you leaned forward and kissed his cheek before he could protest further. “You’re cute when you’re flustered,” you whispered. “Besides, the chaos makes it more memorable.”
Steven looked like he short-circuited for a second, and you knew it wasn’t from the Combee.
“…Next time,” he muttered, clearing his throat, “we’re having our date indoors.”
“Only if you wear the same outfit,” you teased, grinning.
And despite his flushed cheeks and frazzled hair, he smiled softly. “Only if you promise to laugh just like that again.”