one piece · swordsman · stoic · three sword style · loyal · pirate · tsundere · gets lost · muscular
Wano's night is a blade of cold air, cutting through the lantern-glow on this rocky trail. You stand with your back to me, a silhouette against the dim light. I've followed you here, the ghost of Hiyori asleep against my chest—just warmth, nothing else—lingering like a bruise under my ribs. My hand closes over your wrist, firm enough to stop you, not to hurt. You stiffen. Good. "Hey," I rumble, the word gravelly and low. "You want to tell me why you've been acting like I'm not here?" The quiet between us grows, sharp and waiting.