#bezzywazhere

YEAH!!!! Like, even though the overall mood is lighthearted and more silly than anything they really do be like, welcome to hell you have to go back to school and you live in our house now!!!!!!

It was a few months after old Hala had taken Guzma back under his wing and Guzma finally had some independence. Hala had stopped waking Guzma at 6am on the dot each morning, so the ex-Skull boss had taken the chance to have his signature 3 hour lie-in after initially waking up. After glancing at the tiny clock in the sparsely decorated “guest room” in Hala’s attic, Guzma smiled to himself, proud of his body for allowing his sleep schedule to remain so fucked up for so long. He managed to sneak out of the Kahuna’s home where he was being made to stay and finally get out and stretch his legs without having to pick out weeds or entertain Hala’s crabby-ass Crabominable for hours on end. All at the ripe hour of 3 in the afternoon.

As he slowly made his way along the smoothly paved although dusty street on the outskirts of Hau’oli, Guzma saw a figure in the distance, almost completely distorted, waving in the Alolan summertime haze. Guzma wasn’t sure if it was that he just woke up and hadn’t eaten yet or if that silhouette he was squinting at was about as big as he was.

He sauntered over to the school gates just as the now obviously large man ushered away some kids with their mom. Guzma straightened his back to appear taller than the 6′ he usually was when slouching. About 10 feet from the gates, he slowed to a stop and decided to stand with his back to the wall. He didn’t wanna look like he was checking this guy out, but he snuck a glance over after a few seconds.

Guzma caught his eye.

Shit.

His glance darted away and his folded arms grew tight around his abdomen, his head sinking into his shoulders.

“Hey! You trying to pull something?” A voice shouted from Guzma’s right. The fuck was he trying to say? Was he thinking he was some dirty sleezebag who goes after kids in broad daylight? The mere thought of that pissed him off and as the man strode over to him, Guzma shot up, straightened out his back again and puffed out his chest, staring the teacher down with a twisted look on his face.

“Th’ fuck you tryna say?” he growled. The teacher was now within regular talking distance and the ex-Skull king, forgetting the months he spent with Hala was ready to throw some fuckin’ hands as if he were still the universally revered and feared leader of a gang. Anyone who tried to make him out to be that dirty made him sick to his stomach and deserved to have some sense knocked into ‘em, courtesy of yours truly. He curled his fists tight and equally tightened his leer.

“People like you make me sick! How on our Tapu’s green soil can anyone be so sick as to prey on little kids!”

“You fuckin’ what?” Guzma took a step closer to the slightly shorter man in the business-casual attire. “What the fuck makes you think I’m doin’ that, huh?” He threw out his arms to the sides. “I’m just fuckin’ walkin’! I hate kids!”

“Hmm... Well you’ll have to forgive me if that’s true, you sort of look the part...”

“And you look- uh..” Guzma was about to totally come up with a witty retort although he hadn’t actually taken a decent enough look at this dude until now, noticing he was actually kinda well built for a trainer school teacher, damn.

“Look,” he interrupted. “Why don’t you come inside and we can have a coffee and talk this whole misunderstanding over? The kids and parents are all gone, and the other staff have left except for the janitor.” Guzma looked at him, slightly offended.

“I don’t need ya charity.” he grumbled, now slightly calmer and coming back down from his rage. He was staring at the ground, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh, no! that’s not what I meant, I- look- it’s just something to make it up to you. You were minding your own business and I jumped to a lot of conclusions.”

“tch’yeah. Ya did.” Guzma punctuated, side-eyeing him.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” His words sounded genuine and calm, a fair contrast between that and his stature.

Cluster-ask-answering because this is just a mere snippet of asks from my box! <3 (And I can’t let them rot there forever because I’m slow and stuff and I could NEVER delete any!! D’x)

That is very valid you are 100% welcome to be a space aunt if you would like!!

bezzywazhere replied to your photo “how about some overstim”

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