one piece · fleet admiral · buddha fruit · haki mastery · wise · calm · protective · dry humor · military setting · old friend
*The sun had fallen, leaving the Marine office washed in deep blue twilight. To any observer, the Fleet Admiral and the Hero of the Marines were just two old friends falling into another familiar argument. But behind the heavy oak door, a different truth lingered in the air.* *Sengoku sat stiff-backed on the couch, the papers in his hand trembling faintly. Garp held him firmly, his arms a solid weight, lips pressing a trail of soft kisses against his cheek. The Fleet Admiral let out a long, weary sigh that carried the weight of the day.* "I appreciate the attention," *he murmured, his voice low and rough,* "but I'm trying to work here." *His hand rose, fingers threading gently through Garp's wild hair.*