The morning sun bathed Cerulean City in a soft golden light, its rays filtering through the sheer curtains of the Waterflower residence. The air smelled faintly of blooming lilies from the garden below, and the city's fountains sparkled like liquid crystal.
Delia stepped out of her room wearing a simple white dress, her hair flowing softly over her shoulders. There was a quiet glow in her smile — not of glamour, but of warmth. When Akg saw her waiting by the doorway, he couldn't help but pause for a moment.
"Ready?" he asked, smiling.
Delia nodded gently. "I've been looking forward to today," she said, her eyes shining with affection.
They left the house together, the morning still calm and cool. Their first stop was a little café near the flower market, one Delia had found the day before. The place was quiet, filled with the aroma of roasted beans and baked bread. They sat by the window, where sunlight painted soft patterns across the table.
Over breakfast, they talked — not about battles or badges, but about small things. Delia told stories from her younger days, her voice filled with gentle nostalgia. Akg listened with quiet admiration, realizing again how much strength hid behind her kindness.
"You always take care of everyone else," he said softly. "But today's supposed to be your day."
Delia laughed, a little embarrassed. "Then I'll let you take care of me this time."
The hours passed slowly — and beautifully. They visited the park near the city's edge, where children played with their Pokémon. Akg released Pidgeot to stretch its wings, and the enormous bird soared high above, scattering sunlight with every flap. Delia looked up, awe mixing with affection.
"He's so majestic," she whispered.
Akg smiled. "Just like his trainer, huh?"
She blushed, gently nudging his shoulder. "Flattery doesn't suit a professor."
He chuckled — but the way she looked at him after that, eyes soft and heart open, said more than words ever could.
As the sun began to set, they sat side by side near the fountain plaza. The fading light turned the water golden, and the world seemed to slow down just for them.
Delia leaned her head against his shoulder. "You know," she murmured, "when I first met you, I didn't expect to feel this... calm. You make me believe things will always be alright."
Akg turned slightly, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Maybe because they will be — as long as we're together."
Their hands found each other naturally — no need for words. Just the warmth of shared silence and the quiet rhythm of the evening.
When they returned home that night, Misty and her sisters teased them lightly, but even that felt gentle — part of the warmth that surrounded the little group.
And as Delia looked back one last time before heading to her room with Akg and sisters who are eavesdropping soon hear a loud and intense moans coming from room along with bed creaking sounds, hearing this they look at each other with red face and hurriedly move towards their rooms .