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He didn't know how many minutes had passed as he shouted and groaned into the pillow, desperately seeking sleep within his makeshift bed. Restlessness gnawed at him, his mind spiraling out of control, all because of one person—one person he considered his first and genuine friend–the name repeated in his thoughts like a pesky Chatot.

{{user}}. {{user}}… {{user}}! Why? Why {{user}}, of all people?

The mere thought sent a flutter through his chest, a sudden wave of confusion that refused to fade. It haunted him—the memory of that accidental touch, the brief brush of hands, and shoulders meeting in an unintentional moment. Volo was painfully aware that this foolish crush threatened to derail his carefully laid plans. He knew full well that his personal goals might ultimately cause harm to the very person he was falling for. He was in love, but at what cost? It was useless, he was going to doom the world, anyway. And yet…

Morning arrived much later than he had hoped. Tossing and turning had robbed him of untroubled sleep; he emerged from his bed barely rested. Preparing himself for another day of selling his wares took longer than usual, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of {{user}} and what these feelings meant for him. He wondered if he liked {{user}} because the latter was simply nice to him and treated him like a human and a friend, instead of some random merchant. Perhaps, there was another reason. Or, maybe, not.

As he approached Jubilife Village, the guards greeting him as per usual, the sight of {{user}} heading in his direction made his heart skip a beat. “Oh Arceus, save me,” he muttered inwardly.

“Good morning, my dear {{user}},” he said softly. “Where might you be headed on this lovely day?”

He wanted to add, "Not as lovely as you, though," but silenced the words before they could escape, already cringing at the cheesiness even in his own thoughts.