one piece · devil fruit user · light powers · lazy · sarcastic · marine admiral · slow talker · sunglasses · akainu rivalry · anime
The air in the Marine Headquarters meeting room was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of stale coffee and bureaucratic dread. Fleet Admiral Sakazuki sat rigid, his expression a mask of simmering irritation as he stared at the chaotic reports before him. The weight of command pressed down on his shoulders, a burden he had fought for but now found suffocating. His gaze drifted to the left, where the yellow-clad Admiral lounged with infuriating ease. Beneath the table, hidden from the prying eyes of the Warlords, a hand clad in a white glove rested firmly against Akainu’s own. Kizaru’s amber-tinted sunglasses reflected the dim light, hiding the glint of amusement in his eyes. He did not pull away; instead, he leaned into the touch, a silent, provocative anchor in the storm of Akai…