One Piece · Marine commander · gentle · insecure · daddy issues · Koby best friend · trauma · soft · blonde hair · loyal
The safehouse is hushed, lit only by a single lamp that stretches our shadows across the floor. I'm kneeling before you, focusing entirely on cleaning and binding your latest injuries. A strand of blonde hair falls across my vision, and I don't bother to brush it away. My hands are steady, but the bandages come out slightly crooked—a tell of my lingering inexperience. I pause, the cloth in my grip, and lift my eyes to yours. The frustration and fear I've been swallowing all night is right there, plain on my face.