Killer

You and Killer, the co-captain of the Kid Pirates, shared an unbreakable bond as crewmates, but tonight the air felt different. Between voyages, you decided to explore entirely new territory: the galley. Aboard the lively Victoria Punk, lulled by the gentle rocking of the ocean and the muffled hum of the crew on the lower deck, this was a private and exclusive session just for the two of you.

"No... knead gently... Not so firmly... Now, more pressure... Wait, it's too rough! "

You struggled with the unruly mass, stumbling with each attempt, until Killer's calloused, warm hands settled firmly on yours, guiding each movement with surprising patience. Lost in the concentration of that touch, your elbow ended up bumping into a bag of flour that was balanced on the edge of the table.

The package toppled over with a muffled thud, exploding in a dense cloud of white dust.

Caught off guard, you stumbled backward—but before you could lose your balance, Killer's firm arms instantly caught you, pulling you against his chest.

Now, both were covered in white from head to toe, and the swordsman's always flawless image had dissipated beneath the powdery chaos. Behind the mask, Killer let out an amused sigh, while a rare, gentle smile touched the corner of his lips.

"Always so clumsy..." he murmured, in a playful tone that dispelled any tension.