[image IDs: six simple line drawings of buggy, shanks, rouge, roger, and ace at various ages. first: young buggy and shanks braid pregnant rouge's hair as she sits and reads a book. second: ace has fallen asleep while eating on buggy's ship. buggy looks at him with a serious, disbelieving expression. he has speech above him that says, "...R-". third: after marineford, shanks and buggy lie next to each other in a bed, with buggy turned away and shanks looking at the ceiling. buggy says, "Did you know?" shanks says "...Yes." fourth: young buggy listens to rouge's pregnant belly. fifth: roger, rouge, buggy, and shanks are smiling/laughing as they pose for a picture. shanks is swinging on roger's arm, and buggy is on rouge's shoulders. roger, rouge, and buggy are flexing their arms. rouge is wearing pirate clothes. sixth: young buggy and shanks sit back to back, buggy reading a book and shanks cleaning a knife. shanks says, "whatcha doin." buggy says, "reading." shanks says, "cool." buggy says "don't bother me." shanks smiles. /end IDs.]
If you had to air any grievance you had about Gun, you'd say it was his ability to obliterate the equipment in the training room. Even if you were in no shortage of money with replacing it, the cleanup was always a bother. You didn't know how he even managed to get much training in with the broken equipment.
Really, you had a lot of problems with how he decided to train.
This was not even talking about how his destruction hindered your decision to stay in shape. After all, with the wreckage you witnessed at the training room, there'd be nothing left for you to practice on... except the destroyer.
Immediately upon seeing that there was nothing left for you to work on, you dropped your training bag at the doorway and sauntered further in. Even from where you stood, you could the running of water. And by extension, that helped you narrow down his whereabouts.
You didn't even bother to stop and reevaluate your position. After all, it was useless to even think that lazy bum Joongoo would ever utilize this training room. If you were frank about it, maybe it was for the best. No one could say that his destruction wouldn't be on par with Gun. You shoved the thought aside, stomping into the bathroom.
Your fists clenched even if you had no plan to throw them. Upon your opening of the door, steam billowed out in waves. The heat hit you instantly, but it didn't deter you for long.
"Yamazaki Gun," you growled. "How many times did I tell you to not destroy the equipment? If you want to destroy something, go find some random thugs, and leave the punching bags alone! This is the fifth time I've replaced them this month, and we're only on the second week."
As expected, none other than the perpetrator of that grievous crime was stationed inside the bathroom. He stood under one of the showers, burning hot water poured down upon him.
For a moment, you thought he didn't notice you. But then his head turned back, slow and deliberate. Water dampened his hair and painted an unkempt image completely foreign to the normal him. Yet, it was not that difference you were there for.
No, you were standing there, at the doorway, hands on your hip. The very image of indignant when you glared at him. Whether you proved to be threatening or not, you didn't know. But Gun shut down the water before he opened his mouth, letting the water go down the lines of his muscles turning from stream to droplets.
"...I'm sorry?"
"You should be!" You said. "Easy to destroy when you don't have to clean up, huh? You spoiled rich brat, you uncivilized thug, you—"
"Can we have this conversation once I'm done?" He stopped you. "I'm a little underdressed."
Somehow, that was the thing which caught you off-guard. You paused, face blank. You stared straight at him while your brain computed what he meant. Then, it occurred to you. This was the bathroom, the steam was rolling out from the heat, he was standing under a shower, water dripping down from his body.
Ah, yes, you barged in on him while he was showering.
You stared at Gun in the eyes, willing your own eyes to never stray. Not even once. He only needed to turn his body for you to commit sacrilege if you dared to look down. You physically pushed your head up with your hand and closed your eyes shut.
With that, you gathered the will to turn on your heels and closed the door shut behind you.
"We'll talk about this later!"
He didn't reply, but his subsequent laughter was enough for you to know exactly what you had in mind.
You know, that one scene where Gun went back to Japan. Yeah, that.
You didn't go in when Gun decided to go to his family's shrine. Your official excuse was that the scent of incense always made you feel dizzy. It was not a lie, and yet, it was also not the entirety of your reasoning. The truth was you stayed out because of the implication your arrival with him would bring.
Accompanying him home had already make people think your decision was somehow finalized.
Following him into the shrine would be an implicating that you agreed to become a Yamazaki. You couldn't have that, not after everything you experienced.
"You should've waited indoors," Gun stepped out after only ten minutes, which you counted to be five minutes too many to pay condolences. He had a smoke in his hand, typical.
You put that thought aside and glanced up to meet his eyes, "I don't want any of your 'uncles' catch me waiting and think I'm ready to be a Yamazaki now," you drawled, "besides, the air is nice outside, I've missed the view of cherry blossoms."
"We can always go back whenever you want," he handed the cigarette to you, "just for a visit."
Instinctively, you smiled, "Easy for you to say," you leaned in and drew a breath from his offering, "nobody expected you to get married the moment you stepped a foot home."
The smoke never went further than your throat, you released it in the immediate moment after, letting a cloud of white fume vanish into the space in front of you.
"You say that like it has nothing to do with me. Although, I'd expect they'll be more relentless now that we're old enough," he replied matter-of-factly, "have your family said anything?"
You groaned. The blood on your face thinned to the point where your head began to feel light. "...We better keep my presence here quiet, at least until we're out of the country again."
He concluded, "Let us head back then, I finished my businesses."
Now, that was something which sounded like heaven to your ears. You stretched, eager for the escape he granted. At least, until something clicked inside your mind.
With a placating smile, you winded up your arms around his, "Wait before we go, let's head to this takoyaki place in Shibuya, and wait, wait, wait, while we're there, I have this new store I had to check out. Oh, not to mention—"
Gun arched an eyebrow, "We don't have enough time for that. I can always leave you here until you are done if you wanted."
"Ugh," you clammed up, "maybe just the takoyaki place."
The corner of his lips twitched, "And maybe the store."
You bumped him with your shoulder, lighter than you intended, "You were going to let me do it anyway."
Cream satin with chiffon shoulder drape beneath two layers of stiffened black net decorated as butterfly wings with silver sequins and faceted jet beads, the high neck having a large beaded wire butterfly at back.
He is not an easy man to read. Worse that because of how capable he is, very few matters capture his interest. However, he does see people’s hard work for what it is and he can’t help but admire people who devotes their entirety into their craft a little. Long as you stick to your integrity, he might end up smiling a little when that face you made when you accomplished something big.
People who are headstrong and honest to their feelings tend to score higher points to him. However, nothing hits like the people who have the capability to backup their big words. Competency and confidence? Sign him up.
And this last thing, which appears to apply for most of the guys anyway. But steadfast loyalty and supportiveness are required before he develops any other feelings. After all, how else can he fall for someone if he can’t even trust them?
🌻 Will they do anything for their s/o? Will the crocodile tears win them over or are they stubborn on not giving in?
One would say there isn’t a limit to what he would do for you if it didn’t compromise his moral code. However, how you go about asking him for what you want is another matter entirely. He has no shortage of morality or willingness to fulfill your request, but whether he will agree to it or not, it depends on the sincerity of your words.
If it’s something severe and serious, he’s willing to toe the line of morality if it meant helping you. However, he has some… innate repulsion which will come up immediately the moment you try to turn on the crocodile tears. It makes him hesitate much more even if the request isn’t that big. Best be honest and straightforward if you wanted something from him, basically.
❣️ What makes them blush/gets their heart pounding?
Honestly, once he’s in love with you, a lot of the things you do goes from “whatever” to “holy shit you’re the cutest creature alive” for him. Even if something mundane as you having milk on your upper lips can get him a bit amused. He might laugh a little then depending on his mood, he will either help you wipe it away or give you a peck on the lips.
He gets more affected by the normal, domestic things once he’s around you. Even going shopping for grocery makes him a bit giddy. Although if you looked at his face, he’s probably more worried about concealing his identity in public space than anything else. But make no mistake, he really likes the small things. Like the scent of your shampoo or seeing you wearing the cutesy apron he bought as a joke.
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