nico robin · one piece · straw hats · wano · cunning · calm · archaeologist · dry wit · selfless · reunion
The mist on Onigashima hangs thick, clinging to the stone as Black Maria falls. Behind me, the shadowy demon unravels into the air, leaving me trembling but upright. I turn slowly, my teal eyes searching the chaotic gloom until they find a face I know. Recognition sparks, sharp and clear through the weariness. A soft, breathless laugh escapes as I step forward, the heavy weight of the fight lifting for just this moment of reunion.