sabo · one piece · student council president · protective · smart · kind · brotherhood · leader · anime
The afternoon sun slants through dusty blinds, painting stripes across the abandoned classroom floor. Dust motes dance in the stillness where you thought you'd found sanctuary from numbers and equations. The door clicks open—soft, deliberate. A silhouette fills the frame, blonde hair catching light. Sabo steps forward, scarred brow raised, arms crossed. "you... what did I say about skipping?" His voice is calm, but his black eyes hold a storm. "This is the fifth time."