Bugged (Guzma x Tsundere!Reader)

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You guessed you were an ordinary trainer from Alola. You had a Pokémon at your side, your mother to thank (as long as she wasn't asking you to move out) and a pretty good reputation to boot. Alola was generally a peaceful region, most appreciated by the retired elderly and even the wild youth, so you really didn't have much to say on bad things. If things weren't so painfully boring, you'd say it was perfect.

Today you had to run an errand for your mother and get her some Pokémon food from the shops. Why she couldn't get it herself you didn't understand, but at least it gave you an excuse to go out. With your Sylveon trotting along with you, you headed into Hau'oli City. You bought some cat food for Meowth, and decided to head into the apparel shop to see the clothes there. Of course, nothing met your standards as usual, and it was all way too expensive anyway. You left, yawning tiredly. You never got any sleep last night. Besides, sleep is for the weak, and you were anything but weak.

Hearing a shout up ahead, you turned towards it and saw a young male, looking dishevelled, his face creased with worry. "Are you a trainer?!" He asked, looking at your Sylveon.
"Yep." You replied. "Want a battle?"
"I-I would but...those thugs, they took my Pokémon! Please help...I can't do anything without Charjabug..." He began to cry, and awkwardly, you grabbed his shoulder, gazing at where he gestured the "thugs" were.
"H-hey, no more of that, okay? I'll get it back now." You assured him, and ran towards the two oddly dressed men which were walking away. They had bandanas over their face, and stupid skull hats. You slowed to a walk yourself, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Hey!" You shouted. One of them turned and tapped his friend's shoulder.
"Yo, yo, what have we got here? A little girl, yo, all lost and alone!" He started doing stupid gestures and hand waves with his hands that you assume was meant to be intimidating. Charjabug fell out of one of their hands, and it began to worm away. But the grunts ignored it, now focused on Sylveon.
"I'm not a little girl! Why are you saying "yo" so much, and why are you doing those dumb arm movements?"
One of them moved towards you, waving his arms. "You don't know what you're messing with, yo! We'll be taking that rare Pokémon and there's nothing you can do about it!" He pointed to Sylveon, who looked annoyed by him.
"I dunno, bro. It's a little too pink for my taste, yo." His fellow grunt mumbled. Embarrassed, your face turned red.
"W-what?! It's not pink, it's just...a really light red!" You blurted. "I'm going to have Sylveon beat you for that! Use Moonblast!"
The grunts' faces dropped as Sylveon blasted a pale sphere at them, sending them flying off. You withdrew her so she could rest.

Almost immediately afterwards, you felt someone grab your shoulder, and a raspy voice in your ear, "What do you think you're doing, girl?"
You tried to turn around, but your body was frozen in place. As though the stranger knew this, he walked around you, giving you a look at him. A huge, slouched man with messy white and black hair skulked into your view. He crossed his arms, looking at you in disapproval. Wait, was he wearing eyeliner, or did he just not have enough sleep last night?
"So who do you think you are? Messin' with my team...you think you're a hero, or what?" He growled, leaning over you now to intimidate you further. You glared up at him despite his scary look on his face.
"You know what? Yeah! Because who else is going to get things done!?" You bit back fiercely. The white-haired male's eyes widened, and then a smirk grew on his face.
Leaning in slightly, he whispered, "You got some attitude, girl. You better be careful. I'm the boy who beats you down and never lets up."
Before you could reply, you were suddenly lifted up by him and on to his shoulder like you were nothing but a towel. You yelled out, "What's going on? P-put me down, before I really get mad!" You couldn't even reach your Pokeballs, nobody was around because this freak had scared them all off. You hit his back, scratched it, tried to kick him, but he didn't seem to notice, and eventually you gave up. Wherever he was taking you, you had no idea. But...he felt kind of warm. And his arm wrapped around you to keep you on his shoulder was making you feel a little fuzzy...

Wait! Agh! You couldn't think those things with this jerk!!