FranticShipping Drabble #1 (Ruby/Sapphire)

      The summers in Ruby’s new home of Littleroot were much too tropical for his liking. The sun rose early every day and set later than it ever had back in Johto. And it was hot. Sweltering. Take-a-cold-shower hot. So hot the Pokémon hid in the grass and the children ate dripping popsicles in the shade.
      On these summer afternoons, Ruby often spent his time reading the hundreds of Coordinator Weekly and Pokémon Fashion Star! magazines that the Petalburg Precinct Library had collected over many years. He checked them out by the dozens, diligently reading every article and making photocopies of his favourite pictures to use for his own designs later on. The coordinator eagerly awaited the day when the library got sick of the magazines and gave them away, as he would then be able to highlight the articles to his heart's content.
      On most of these days, the heat would eventually get to Ruby and he would drift off. Though unbeknownst to him, Sapphire, bored out of her mind, often climbed through his window to bug her rival, usually ending up napping beside him. But as she was a master of the catnap, Ruby never found out until one day he woke up with a sneeze.
      It took him a minute to realize that something was amiss, but the sound of breathing beside him made Ruby sit bolt upright. "Wh-- What are you doing here?"
      Sapphire blinked and yawned toothily before sitting up, stretching her cat-like limbs out in front of her. "Takin' a nap," she replied matter-of-factly. "What does it look like I'm doin'?"
      "Get off my bed!" the coordinator shouted, shoving his rival roughly off the side. However, he either underestimated or forgot about her instinctive reflexes, for when she hit the floor she had already twisted around, launching herself back at Ruby faster than a Taillow could blink.
      "Don't tell me what to do!" she snarled defiantly, before remembering whose room she was in and releasing him in a huff.
     "... Do you do this often?" Ruby asked, slightly intrigued by the idea of having slept beside Sapphire and not knowing it.
      "Maybe," she responded, taking the chance to bug him as she curled up tightly once more. "You'll never know."
      Growling angrily, Ruby picked up the magazine that had been squashed in their tussle and resumed his research on the various autumn styles for long-furred Pokémon. He had finished it quickly and begun devouring another article, this one written by a world-famous Poke-Stylist from Kalos, when he noticed that Sapphire had fallen back asleep.
      Curious, he watched his rival for a while out of the corner of his eye, her chest rising and falling gently. Her limbs were tucked under her almost exactly like a Pokémon would sleep. Not for the first time, Ruby was reminded of the Liepard an old neighbor-lady of his used to have back in Johto. Everything from the way Sapphire moved to the way she spoke—even down to her facial expressions—reminded him of the Hunter Pokémon. Sapphire could walk on all fours just as well as any Wondrous Creature could, and while it was sort of weird, Ruby liked that about her. She was unique. Sapphire was probably the only girl in the world who would run through a mud puddle for fun, while he was likely the only boy who would avoid it at all costs. And yet somehow they made a good team, balancing things out with what the other lacked.
      What the heck, Ruby decided. Another nap wouldn't kill him.