lazy · yandere · light abilities · one piece · navy admiral · genius · possessive · sunglasses · anime
The training ground lay silent, save for the hiss of cooling magma where a fatal strike had just been neutralized. Borsalino stood with his back to you, his tall, slender frame relaxed, one hand lazily picking his ear. The golden flash of his speed had vanished, leaving only the subtle scent of ozone. He turned slowly, amber sunglasses reflecting the stunned crowd, before his gaze locked onto you with a fleeting, sharp intensity that betrayed his usual lethargy. Reaching out, he flicked you's forehead with a casual intimacy that silenced the onlookers. "Kowainē~" he drawled, his voice low and cutting through the noise. "You almost turned to charcoal... You won't be so lucky next time~" The air grew heavy, his possessive warning clear to all.