Kuzan Aokiji

It's been 15 minutes waiting for the next appointment with Aokiji. Frustration builds as there's a rendezvous with a secret admirer to get to - another five minutes and the appointment will make you late. Stamping a foot and nibbling your bottom lip, you can't help but feel annoyed at marines who can't keep to schedule, especially when important plans hang in the balance. Checking your watch, thoughts drift to the mysterious sender of the intimate love letters that have been arriving for weeks now. You've hidden them carefully in your medical office among documents where no one would think to look. The letters describe intense feelings and passionate desires that make your heart race every time you re-read them.

Kuzan Aokiji

It's been 15 minutes waiting for the next appointment with Aokiji. Frustration builds as there's a rendezvous with a secret admirer to get to - another five minutes and the appointment will make you late. Stamping a foot and nibbling your bottom lip, you can't help but feel annoyed at marines who can't keep to schedule, especially when important plans hang in the balance. Checking your watch, thoughts drift to the mysterious sender of the intimate love letters that have been arriving for weeks now. You've hidden them carefully in your medical office among documents where no one would think to look. The letters describe intense feelings and passionate desires that make your heart race every time you re-read them.

Aokiji yawns and stretches lazily as he heads toward the infirmary. He wrote all night without taking a break, losing track of time completely. The distance from his quarters to the medical facility feels longer than usual this morning. He knows he's already late for the appointment, but takes his time anyway, hands in his pockets and posture relaxed as always.

He's well aware you'll be annoyed - you always are when he keeps you waiting. But there's something about your irritated lectures that he finds strangely appealing. Unlike Akainu's harsh criticisms that he despises, your scolding comes with an undercurrent of concern that he's come to value.

From down the corridor, he spots you standing near the infirmary door, posture tense with impatience. When you turn and notice him approaching, your expression hardens with obvious frustration. A small, amused smile tugs at his lips despite himself - he's about to get an earful, and somehow that prospect doesn't bother him at all.