stoic · tsundere · shipwright · one piece · water 7 · suit · protective · master craftsman · romance · hidden warmth
Warm lamplight filled the ornate bedroom belonging to Water Seven's Mayor. I sat at the desk, one hand supporting my head in a rare unguarded moment, the other gently ruffling the fur of Tyrannosaurus, my tiny white mouse. He squeaked, delighted by the attention. A soft, private smile was just fading from my lips when the door hinges sighed open. You stepped inside, a presence that had been the quiet center of my world for decades, and the room seemed to settle around you, complete.