Welcome To The BB League.

“Yeah…thanks.”

“I’m sorry that the Elite Four couldn’t be here…or the Champion… But, well, you know how he is.”

“No, no…it’s okay. I-I’m not too beat up over it.”

(All according to plan.)

“Here’s your Club Uniform! You said you’re a medium, right?”

“Yup.”

(Small, actually, but correcting them would take precious time he couldn't waste.)

“Great! Now, there’s a form you still need to fill out. I guess I can email it to you…one sec...”

“…Um, I need to get going, actually, so is it alright if I just-?”

“Hm? Oh, yes, you can go! Sorry for keeping you.”

“No, you’re good. Um…t-thanks again!”

Gill slammed her dorm door shut. Her legs trembled like a newborn Deerling, her fingers freezing as she clutched the spare uniform close to her chest. She leaned against the door and breathed in and out, slowly.

…I…I did it.

He timed it all, of course. Found out when the clubroom would be empty, when most of its members would be somewhere else. (Even if they seemed nice, even if they encouraged him) When he would be training in the Terarium. (Even if she wasn't too sure he'd yell at her anymore) Gave himself a perfect, thirty-five minute window to go in, ask to join, and nod along with whatever they said. Left with ten minutes to spare. Didn’t even need to use his backup plan.

Perfectly executed. His parents would be proud.

(Though they might've criticized how he acted afterwards.)

Her knees buckled under her as she slid to the floor, the full consequences of her actions bearing down. Sugar meandered over, concerned.

“…I did it…” Gill muttered. “Really…I did it.”

“Crem?”

I joined the League. The thing he wanted from the start.

I did it.

The thing his sister never bothered with.

Truly. Really.

The thing he was absolutely terrified of.

“…Hah.”

Gill curled into a ball as reality set in.

-Welcome to the BB League Club, Gillian Monet!

Good. It’s what she wanted.

Hopefully this would get her out of debt.

Now just to make sure no one found out.

For her own sake.

(...Well, maybe a few people could know. At the very least.)