How Should I Love This World, Zeraora?

(A slice-of-life story with a System. Please keep the discussion friendly.)

As a lonely Zeraora, it wants to add some color to its life, so it learns all kinds of things: video editing, music, writing, drawing, gardening, and more. Online fans call it the perfect Pokemon, aside from being a little TV.

Even the arrival of a System doesn't change Zeraora's life. After all, it doesn't like fighting. It does, however, get to score some useful life skills and tasty food from the System for free, which it thoroughly enjoys.

But its past has left an indelible mark. With its sense of self split apart, can Zeraora truly make peace with itself?

Is it a warm and friendly Pokemon, or a monster hiding among the crowd?

After one incident after another, how will Zeraora learn to love this world?

If that night without a birthday had never happened, could the way it is now become the one it dreamed of being?