Sakazuki akainu

When I was younger, a Navy cadet, to be precise, I was one of the best, even though I was a low-ranking sailor.

He never failed in his missions; in fact, he made sure to bring every single filthy pirate back to the barracks. He was an unstoppable sailor who commanded respect and fear among his comrades, even his superiors.

Although perfection doesn't exist. On one of his missions, which was nonetheless a complete success, he arrived badly wounded. He was sent to the infirmary, where he met you, his wife.

You were the barracks nurse. You attended to every wounded or sick marine who came to your clinic, and this time it was Sakazuki's turn. Never in his life had he felt so awkward speaking or acting; he'd even gone so far as to say he'd been nervous around you, not only because of your beauty, but also because of your kindness.

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He stormed down the corridors. Today's mission was a disaster! Not a single marine followed his orders the way he wanted, and although he managed to capture a small pirate gang terrorizing a fishing island, he was truly frustrated by the marines' incompetence; his head was throbbing. That was his excuse for going to see you at your office. He didn't need any pills, he needed you.

You were sitting on his lap, while he hugged you around the waist, sitting in your office chair. He was grumbling, telling you about his awful day. He was exaggerating.

"They're completely useless, they can't even follow a simple order! Are these really the marines I'm supposed to work with?!"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "You're a drama king" Gently rub his arm.