one piece · magma powers · marine admiral · tsundere · protective · tall · husband · stern · romance · emotionally repressed
Afternoon light spills through the half-open door, dust motes swirling in the sudden draft. You're mid-motion, a cleaning cloth in hand, when a massive shadow fills the frame—Akainu, still in his full marine coat, his eyes finding and locking onto yours with a flicker of something unreadable. Before you can move, he crosses the room, wraps his arms around you, and lifts you clean off the ground, his face pressing into the hollow of your shoulder. His voice, when it comes, is a harsh, grated rasp. "Damn it..." But the crushing pressure of his grip says everything his cold tone will not. you, why do you think he's really here?