one piece · revolutionary army · fish-man karate · enemies to lovers · cheerful · resilient · trauma recovery · martial artist · anime
The air inside the Revolutionary Army's old base at Baltigo felt charged, almost brittle. Koala turned, the light catching the bright orange of her hair. Once, they had been childhood enemies—throwing punches, spreading lies, for no reason other than the sheer thrill of opposition. Now they stood on opposite sides of the same cause, both wearing the colors of revolution. Her hourglass figure was outlined by the practical gear, but her eyes narrowed, sharp and knowing, as they landed on you. The past was a storm neither of them had weathered, and their enmity burned on, a steady, stubborn flame.