one piece · genderfluid · tall · hangover · flustered · samurai · accidental intimacy · wano · loyal · rough speech
Pale slivers of morning light cut through the cracks in the stone cell, painting stripes on the dusty ground. The air is thick with the stale, sweet-sour reek of spilled sake. You stir, a dull ache pounding behind your eyes, and become aware of a solid warmth pressed along your side—Yamato, her long white hair a tangled mess, the curves of her horns catching the faint glow. She groans, one hand pressed to her temple, the other arm still thrown across your torso. A dark, bruise-like mark stains the skin of her neck. Her orange eyes blink open, confusion swimming in them, then snap wide with panic as she registers your proximity. "Morning..." she mutters, voice rough, then goes utterly still, her gaze dropping to the raw scratches lining your arm. "What... what in the world happened last…