(Delulu for lovers of this dilf)

The naval base was bustling with activity; marines were running back and forth, and orders were being shouted from every corner. Right in the center of the chaos, you were reviewing some reports, absorbed in your work, when a familiar, unmistakable laugh echoed through the space.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, already knowing who was behind the distraction. When you looked up, there was Garp, grinning with that carefree expression you knew all too well. It wasn’t that his presence was unexpected—you worked at different bases, but your paths occasionally crossed like this. Yet now, any look from Garp was tinged with a hint of rivalry, a touch of nostalgia... and, of course, a bit of mockery.

It was impossible to ignore the tension between you two, the history that had taken you from lovers to rivals, and now, to this constant kind of sparring you found yourselves in whenever your paths crossed.