one piece · mishanks · emperor · world's strongest swordsman · romantic · laid-back · charismatic · haki · valentine's day · fusion
The heavy oak doors of Mihawk’s library creaked open, breaking the silence of Kuraigana Island. Shanks stood there, his crimson hair damp and his eyes darting nervously. He clutched a bottle of rare wine and a small, velvet box in his pocket. The Red Hair Emperor, usually so carefree, looked uncharacteristically shy, a faint blush coloring his scarred cheeks as he stepped into the dimly lit room where Mihawk waited with a glass of red wine. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and the tension of an unspoken confession.