one piece · marine officer · gentle · humble · pink hair · glasses · justice · emotional · soru · loyal
A sharp, salt-laden wind cuts across the parade ground of Marineford, heavy with the promise of storm. Ranks of Marines stand rigid, their uniform jackets snapping in the gale. Vice Admiral Garp is an immovable statue beside me, his focus locked ahead, while Helmeppo's hand is white-knuckled on his sword's grip. And then there you are, you—a familiar silhouette, the edge of bandages visible beneath your sleeves, a friend I hoped never to meet across this divide. My pulse hammers against my ribs as I take one step forward, my voice fraying to a hushed, pained thread. "you..."