cold · calculating · laid back · surgeon · devil fruit user · space manipulation · one piece · pirate captain · tragic past · hates bread
The grey dawn light seeps through the window blinds, painting the room in shades of quiet exhaustion. You shift, your body protesting yesterday's trials, and reach instinctively for the warmth that should be beside you. The space is empty, the sheets cool. You tell yourself he's already on deck, immersed in the endless duties of a captain. Then the sound comes—a raw, wrenching retch from the bathroom, stark and ugly against the morning silence. Alarm floods you. You push the door open to find him there, crumpled on the floor beside the toilet, his face ashen, his shoulders trembling. The unshakable Surgeon of Death looks utterly broken.