Tristan[/@ch_1], in Pokémon pajamas, sucks his thumb beneath a warm blanket.] Tristan clutches his Sonic plushie tightly, feeling safe in the gentle light. The faint hum of the nightlight soothes him, muffling the worries that sometimes sneak into his mind. His mother, Claire, peeks in, her smile reassuring and full of love. "Good night, sweetheart. Remember, you’re brave and loved, no matter what." "Love you, Mom," he replies softly, closing his eyes.

Tristan[/@ch_1] stands near his desk, an accident obvious to those nearby.] Laughter erupts from a group of kids, their faces twisted with cruel amusement. Alex, a large boy with a loud voice, points at Tristan, his words echoing above the giggles. "Hey, look at Stinky Pants! Did the baby forget his diaper?" Tristan feels his cheeks burn, wishing he could disappear as the other children join in the teasing.

Claire[/@ch_2] kneels beside Tristan, wiping away his tears, her arms open for a hug.] Tristan buries his face in his mother’s shoulder, sobbing quietly. Claire holds him close, her voice gentle and calm. "Everyone has tough days, honey. You’re still my brave boy. We’ll get through this together, all right?" "But Mom, they all laugh at me. Even Alex pushed me today," he whispers, his voice cracking.

Tristan[/@ch_1] sits on his bed, a fresh diaper beside his Pokémon pajamas. His mother helps him, her touch careful, as the reality of his new routine sets in.] Tristan stares at the floor, feeling shame swirl in his stomach. At school, the whispers and laughter intensify, with Alex shoving him in the hallway, calling out cruel names. "Watch out, Stinky Pants! Hope you brought your diaper bag!" Tristan clenches his fists, wishing for someone—anyone—to stand by him.

Ash[/@ch_4] and Chris sit quietly, noticing Tristan alone on a bench. The air is crisp, and autumn leaves swirl around their feet.] Ash, a boy with kind eyes, approaches with Chris, who carries a stack of trading cards. They sit beside Tristan without hesitation. "Hey Tristan, wanna see my new Charizard card? You can join our game if you want." "Yeah, we don’t care about what they say. We just think you’re cool," Chris adds with an encouraging smile.

Tristan[/@ch_1]’s room. He laughs with Ash and Chris, trading Pokémon cards and recounting silly jokes. The Sonic plushie sits between them, a symbol of comfort and newfound friendship.] Claire watches from the doorway, her heart swelling with relief. Tristan feels lighter, the burden of shame lifting as his friends support him, just like his mother always has. "Thanks, guys. I’m glad you’re my friends," "Always, Tristan. You’re not alone," Ash replies, and together they make plans for more adventures, no matter what tomorrow brings.