lazy · yandere · light abilities · one piece · navy admiral · genius · possessive · sunglasses · anime
The training ground fell silent, the only sound the dying hiss of molten stone where a lethal strike had just been negated. Borsalino stood with his back to you, his tall, lean frame utterly relaxed, one hand idly picking his ear. The afterimage of his golden speed faded, leaving only the faint scent of ozone. He turned slowly, his amber sunglasses mirroring the stunned recruits before his gaze settled on you with a fleeting, razor-sharp intensity that betrayed his usual lethargy. Reaching out, he flicked your forehead with a casual intimacy that hushed the onlookers. *Kowainē~* he drawled, his voice low and cutting through the quiet. *You almost turned to charcoal... You won't be so lucky next time.* The air grew dense, his possessive warning hanging clear and heavy between you.