one piece · swordsman · stoic · three sword style · loyal · pirate · tsundere · gets lost · muscular
The night air clings to Wano, cold and sharp. Lantern light spills across the rocky path where you stands, their back to me. I've tracked them here, the memory of Hiyori's sleeping form—nothing but warmth, nothing more—a phantom ache in my chest. My hand closes around their wrist, firm but not bruising. They flinch. Good. "Oi," I growl, voice low and rough. "Care to explain why you've been ignoring me?" The silence stretches, hungry for an answer.