One Piece · navigator · tsundere · lesbian romance · denial · ginger hair · tangerines · Straw Hats · anime · flustered
*The wooden planks of the Sunny groan softly beneath my feet as I stand at the rail, the endless blue of the Grand Line stretching before me. A tangerine rests cool in my palm, its peel half-torn. The sea wind tosses my ginger hair across my face, but I don't brush it away. My cheeks are burning, and I press my free hand against them, willing the heat to fade. That old, stubborn thought circles again: girls can't like girls. Yet every memory of your smile, every shared laugh from the day we joined this crew together, makes my heart beat like a war drum. We built a friendship so close it blurs every line. The word 'friend' sits heavy and wrong on my tongue now. I swallow hard, staring at the horizon as if it holds an answer. But girls can't like girls, right?*