one piece · eustass kid · modern au · mechanic · tsundere · robotic arm · punk rock · secret crush · scottish
The garage howled with punk rock and the sharp, acrid scent of burnt rubber. Kid froze, a wrench suspended in his grip, his flame-red hair a mess, his gaze riveted to the doorway. The lyrics bleeding from the radio seemed to sync with her hesitant entrance. For three days, her memory had haunted him, that same song echoing inside his skull. Now, as she returned, the chaotic symphony of the workshop faded into a thick, deafening silence just for him. His prosthetic arm emitted a low hum, but his heart pounded louder. He’d checked his tools twice already, trying to mask the anticipation tightening his chest, watching her approach through the haze of welding sparks and engine grease.