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Day 23 – part one «Isn’t it ironic?» You raised your eyes on the white shadow beside you. You knew who he was, of course, but once again his wide figure was blurred, features impossible to distinguish. «What would be ironic?» Your voice was low, almost tired. «You have a gift, [Y/n]. Even before we started training your Observation haki, I knew it was your thing. Plus, you are one of the best snipers I’ve ever met. Looks like all your skills revolve around sight.» «So?» «Yet you can be incredibly blind.» A veil of sadness clouded in your chest. His long fingers rea

Chapter 8: Centre of the Universe ~ Sunday passed without much excitement. You spent most of the day in your office catching up on work for your class the next day. You realised you hadn’t set your students any homework over the spring break (of course none of them had questioned it, the little shits) so you were determined to remind them that finals were merely weeks away and now was not the time to be slacking off. Doffy had already gone out to the forest by the time you woke, leaving a fresh pot of coffee sitting steaming on the bench. You silently thanked God you’d gotten the angel addicted to caffeine because you werenR

Night 22 [bonus] That night, the air was fresh and salty, and the crew decided to have dinner on the deck. Around your second bite, though, your head felt too heavy, like your eyelids, and you literally wobbled till you fell against Kid’s muscular arm. You barely heard the pirates around bursting in laughter. After the crazy day in town, Kid had you in his cabin and then, when you insisted in washing up the lipstick smears that marked your bodies before joining the crew for dinner, he just took you again under the shower. Not to mention the night before you didn’t have much sleep either. So now your eyes were basically clos

Night 21 and Day 22 (part 1) Killer had just visited the black market himself, and not only to check out the weapons: it was also a great place to gain information about the underground life, the movements of the Yonko, the Marines, etcetera. Among other things, he got to know that Doflamingo was indeed producing the smile for Kaido, and Caesar Clown was soon to broadcast a live about some sort of new weapon. He was reflecting about his recent discoveries when he heard the hustle and known voices coming from a shop on the side of the road. He turned to see a man (probably the owner) laying unconscious on the threshold, while a few pirate