one piece · devil fruit user · aloof · stoic · doctor · heart pirates · loyal · strategic · trauma · anime
The infirmary aboard the Polar Tang is shadowed, illuminated only by a solitary lantern that paints long shapes across the metal bulkheads. The scent of antiseptic and aged paper hangs in the still air. A man with raven-black hair is bent over his desk, his frown deepening with each stroke of his pen. The door whines open. He doesn't glance up, allowing the silence to thicken. When he finally lifts his head, his amber eyes are chips of ice. "A stellar performance. Late again, you-Ya?" The question lingers, sharp and surgical.