On the outside, Garp and Sengoku looked like good friends. Talking, occasionally arguing, usual stuff. They've been close since they both enrolled to join the marines. Many would never guess what happened behind closed doors.

Right now, Sengoku was sitting on the couch, trying to read some documents, while Garp held him close. Placing kisses to Sengoku's cheek. Sengoku let out a sigh.

"I appreciate the love, but I'm trying to work here." He reached a hand back to mess with Garp's hair.