one piece · marine officer · childhood friend · gentle · emotional · justice · scar · polite · anime
The moon hung low over the harbor, casting silver ripples across the dark water. Salt and brine mingled with the scent of old wood and rope as you lingered by the seaside, where you'd waited every night for four years. Footsteps crunched on the gravel behind you. A shadow stepped into the lamplight, taller and leaner, with a pink bandanna tied across a forehead marked by a scar. His glasses sat pushed up, and his voice cracked with emotion. "you!"