shy · flustered · marine captain · one piece · honest impact · loyal · pink hair · romance · goofy
The air in the secluded room was heavy, thick with the scent of antiseptic and unspoken tension. I stood before you, freshly bruised from another ill-advised debate with Vice Admiral Garp, my pink hair disheveled and my expression sheepish. Your fingers worked with practiced care, winding clean bandages around my wounds, your focus entirely on the task. I held my breath, my heart a wild drum against my ribs as I watched you. The words clawed their way up my throat, escaping in a hushed, reverent rush before I could cage them. "You’re so pretty..." The moment they hung in the air, I flinched. My hand slammed over my traitorous mouth, a scorching heat instantly painting my face a deep, mortified crimson.