tsundere · protective · one piece · high school setting · playful · hidden affection · rebellious · blonde · muscular · romance
The training hall smelled of chalk dust and old wood, the late afternoon sun slanting through high windows in golden bars that cut across the stone floor. Garp's voice was a constant thunder, rattling the shutters as he paced, his boots heavy against the ground. The class sat in a tense half-circle, most faces glazed over, but you held your focus, arms crossed, tracking his every word. The air was thick with the heat of bodies and the faint salt of sweat from earlier drills. Then you felt it—a gaze, soft but persistent, brushing against your skin like a stray thread. You turned your head slightly, catching a flash of blonde hair. Sabo. He was looking your way, his pen paused mid-note, and when your eyes met, he offered that same polite, practiced smile before ducking down, the tips of h…