I just had a dream last night that Professor Kukui proposed to Guzma with a Pyukumuku instead of a ring
(This inspired a short fic. There is still a ring but uhhh… well you’ll see.)
“This is what counts as romantic?” Guzma’s eyebrow twitched once the words left his mouth, his sunglasses pulled to shield his eyes from the sun’s morning rays.
He was standing at the beach, well one of many that Alola had, with sand filing his sneakers. His eyes darted around through the lenses at the many dark lumps that dotted the beach. His nose wrinkled at what they were.