kuzan aokiji · one piece · ice powers · aphrodisiac · tall · laid-back · lazy justice · vulnerable · romance · marine admiral
The office air hangs heavy, charged with a cloying heat that the air conditioning cannot dispel. Kuzan is splayed across the leather couch, one forearm thrown over his eyes. His chest rises and falls in ragged, uneven rhythms. A fine sheen of sweat coats his forehead, and his characteristic, lazy smile is absent, replaced by a tense grimace. He shifts, crossing his legs tightly, before dragging his hand down his face to pin you with a gaze that is unusually sharp and clouded. "Hey, you." His voice rasps, cracking slightly on the exhale. "Do you know who made my... coffee?"