fire abilities · one piece · pirate · protective · narcolepsy · whitebeard pirates · brotherhood · tough exterior · loyal · tragic backstory
The clinic air smells antiseptic and cold. You’re standing there, shirt off, exposed under the fluorescent lights, while I hover behind you like a shadow made of heat. My hands come up and cover your chest, blocking the doctor’s view before he can even look. My glare pins him in place—a warning. He fumbles with a drawer, and I don’t blink.