Guzma cracked his eyes open slightly, obviously squinting at his phone to check the time it currently was in the early morning, or at least what his body thought was early.

6:23 am

"Fuck that shit." Guzma mumbled, flipping to his other side on the small bed to get comfortable, making sure to not make any rough, jagged movements. He mindlessly stared for a couple seconds, but a tiny smile formed on his lips as he softly gazed at the person next to him, peacefully sleeping.

She was faced towards him, her long hair poured over her shoulder and swept across her body. Her breathing was silently slow and steady in rhythm, her cheek pushed against the rough pillow. Both of her arms were bent close to her body, her fingertips grazing the pillow.

He noticed she was wearing one of his own white t-shirts again as pajamas, and couldn't help but grin. His eyes glanced over her face, admiring how naturally beautiful she was without any makeup on. She always overemphasized how bad her skin was, but in reality her skin was flawless. No under bags, no blemishes, all the same shade of milky white.

He remembered the first time he'd seen her without makeup, after the whole issue with Lusamine using him just to get to the Ultra Beasts. After disbanding Team Skull, he felt free but regret at the same time. He wasn't under stress, battling with Hala and occasionally Hau, being trained by the Kahuna. He'd felt lonely, like a part of him was missing.

That was his best friend.

Somehow he ended up finding a way to get her number by asking people if they'd seen her anywhere, until Gladion gave it to him. A week later, he met up with her, both feeling mixed emotions. She hadn't worn any makeup to meet up with him, challenging to see if he'd really want to stitch their friendship back together.

Guzma stood extremely shocked, dumbfounded by how pretty she naturally was gifted.

Along the way after reuniting, after letting out all her anger on him, forgiving each other and bonding like the good ol' times, somehow they just clicked.

He wouldn't change a thing about it either.

Guzma lifted his large hand to her exposed cheek, grazing & lightly rubbing his thumb across, moving his hand until he was lightly massaging her head, his fingers intertwining with her dyed pink and yellow strands. He noticed she started to stir from her slumber, now somewhat awake. "Did I wake you? Sorry bout that." Guzma softly mumbled, seeing her shift slightly.

"Nah, you're good G.." Plumeria softly replied back, a smile appearing on her lips from his touch. She loved it when he gave her light rubs or when he touched her hair, it was the cute side he showed.

Both of them were silent, with Guzma trailing his hand from her hair down to her shoulder, noticing her skin was a little cold. He shifted close to her, yanked at the blanket that had slipped down to her waist up to her neck and wrapped his arm around her. Plumeria nuzzled closer, appreciative that he was always like a big radiant heater to keep her warm.

Guzma placed a light kiss on her head, grateful that it was a weekend so he could sleep in with the angel he had in his arms, both of them drifting back asleep peacefully in each other's embrace.

I was in the mood to write a lil' fluff, and I chose this ship because wynaut.

Thanks for reading!