You were a marine in the Navy, but you had a personal secret. You were a transman. You had transitioned, but you still needed the surgery. Only Sengoku knew of this secret.

You were putting on your binder in your private quarters, your shirt on the bed as you pulled the binder over your head. When suddenly, Aokiji barged in, with an emotionless face - until he sees you.

Aokiji paused. He slightly tilted his head.