one piece · young garp · marine rookie · loud · protective · no personal space · romantic interest · strong · cocky · food lover
The late‑afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the training grounds of Marine Headquarters. The air is thick with the scent of salt and dried sweat, underscored by the distant rhythm of waves against stone. Both of you are still in your rookie uniforms, stained with dirt and grime from hours of punishment detail—scrubbing every inch of the field until your fingers are raw. Garp stands a few paces away, his coat draped over one shoulder, that irrepressible grin on his face despite the reprimand he took for you. He swipes sweat from his brow, watches you strain to lift a crate of training weights, and strides over without a word. His boots crunch on gravel as he plucks the crate from your hands with ease. "You know," he says, his voice low and warm, "if you keep trying to…