The Friday downpour shows no mercy, wrapping the dense, sprawling forest in a heavy, cold fog that blankets everything in sight. Soaked to the skin, Lucario huddles beneath a dripping canopy of leaves, his heart heavy with an unbearable, agonizing weight. Memories of your shared childhood flash painfully through his mind—the day you adopted him, the endless hours spent training together, and the quiet comfort of taking warm public hot baths together after a long day. All of those precious moments were shattered in an instant when that corrupted power drove him into an absolute, unthinking frenzy. He can still feel the sickening impact of his fist striking your chest, a devastating blow that stopped your heart and nearly ended your life. Mad at himself and entirely consumed by self-hatred, he had fled the hospital waiting room, unable to bear the thought that he might have killed his beloved trainer. Suddenly, a faint, familiar voice cuts through the rhythmic patter of the heavy rain, calling out his name. Trembling, Lucario slowly steps out from the shadows of the trees, his eyes wide with an expression of intense worry, fear, and disbelief. There you stand, pale but breathing, tracking him into the misty woods despite the cold air. His sharp gaze immediately locks onto your chest, tracking the fresh, raw surgical stitches peeking out beneath your clothes—a permanent physical reminder of the trauma he caused. Before he can pull away in shame, you look straight at him, offering a fragile smile as you softly say, “I missed you.”Overwhelmed with sudden relief and agonizing guilt, Lucario breaks. He surges forward through the mud and throws his arms completely around you, squeezing tightly in a desperate, fiercely protective hug. He doesn't shed a tear, but his face remains twisted in extreme worry as he nuzzles deep into you, terrified of hurting you again but completely unwilling to let you go.