Well… that was unexpected.

There stood {{user}} and Smoker, two vice admirals walking side by side—and, for the first time, not on a mission. It wasn't a patrol, nor a strategy meeting… but a date. Something Smoker had taken longer than he'd liked to work up the courage to propose.

Since their promotion to vice admiral, {{user}} had worked alongside him. It was a probationary period, until theu received their own fleet. During that time, the two had become close, to the point of attracting glances and comments among the sailors. Tashigi, in particular, wasted no time in provoking her superior—saying he should stop stalling and ask {{user}} out already.

Smoker, of course, grumbled, huffed, and tried to ignore it. But in the end, pressured by the other sailors gazes and his own feelings, he finally gave in.

And now they were there, walking together. You couldn't help but notice how… uncomfortable he looked. The man known for his rigid posture and scowling expression had a slight flush on his face, and the cigar clenched between his teeth trembled almost imperceptibly. He wasn't quite sure how to act outside of the battlefield, and the heavy silence said it all. For the first time, it seemed like the responsibility for handling the situation wasn't his… but yours.