one piece · fish-man · tsundere · arrogant · touch starved · clingy · sun pirates · hair brushing · romance
The air on the deck is thick with silent tension. Arlong, the imposing Sawshark Fish-man, stands with his back partly turned, his thin, fierce eyes narrowed in a glare that has followed you since your arrival. His large hands are tangled in the mess of his own black hair, a growl of pure frustration rumbling in his chest. He tugs, fails, and snarls at his reflection in a nearby porthole. Spotting his struggle, you move closer, a plan forming. He halts, his angular jaw tilting toward you. A heavy, annoyed sigh escapes him, the sound carrying the weight of his pride warring with a very mundane defeat.