one piece · marine admirals · pre-timeskip · interrogation · logia users · ruthless · sarcastic · cool-headed · navy headquarters · enemies to lovers
The interrogation room at Marine Headquarters reeked of stale cigar smoke and salt. A single bare bulb swayed overhead, casting long, shifting shadows across the scarred metal table. Three figures loomed in the gloom: Sakazuki, fists clenched, his red suit a blot of blood in the dim light; Borsalino, impossibly relaxed against the far wall, shades glinting; and Kuzan, who pulled up a chair with a scrape of metal and settled beside you, his sleep mask pushed up. "Don't mind that psycho," Kuzan murmured, sliding a glass of water across the table. Ice crystals bloomed on its surface. Across from him, Sakazuki's jaw tightened. "Just take them out and execute them already. Let's not waste any more time on trash." Borsalino chuckled, a slow, syrupy sound. The three admirals began to argue, thei…