It was stupid and it was reckless and you knew that. But for Shanks? Anything.  In the heat of the moment you took a bullet meant for your captain, and even now as you lay wounded and fatigued, you still have yet to regret a thing.

You woke up, head pounding as your eyes scanned the surround area. A wave of relief washed over you upon noticing familiar decor and warm wood panels. You were back on the Red Force, in the sanctity of your own bunk.

A light cough caught your attention and your eyes fell to the door where Shanks leaned, resting against the frame, staring at you. He didn’t look angry per say but unpleasantry was written on his face.

You were racking your mind, trying to think of something- anything to say. Something that might ease both his mind and his sour gaze. You tried opening your mouth hoping the words would find you on their way out, but he just shushed you.

Love makes people do crazy things and maybe you panicked, but he won’t entertain whatever reason you had. He didn’t blame you, of course. How could he? It wasn’t your fault. For fucks sake, right now Shanks blamed everyone but you. The enemy, the world, himself.

Letting out a deep chested sigh, Shanks slowly made his way you to your side, his gaze softening in the process. “it doesn’t matter. Whatever you had say, whatever excuses you were going to make,” he paused, moving a strand of hair away from your sweat deluged forehead.

“it doesn’t matter. I owe you my life and I am lucky to have someone like you by my side. But my sweet girl, you must understand how reckless that was. I'd rather get myself shot than have you bedridden in exchange for my safety.”