You watched from the spectators viewing area just inside with the rest of the fighters as Bartolomeo had successfully blocked such a powerful punch with his bari bari no mi, taking the match for Block B easily. You yourself were not a fighter, just someone with special permission to be back here, for more than one reason.
You were very close friends with Bartolomeo, which was the first step to being back here. The second half was your alluring features, making all the men running this joint swoon at the sight of you as you walked only meters from their position, hair bobbing up with every step you took as your hips swayed in synch with everything, earning you an all access pass to the arena, and some bonus food to-boot. You did it on purpose of course, you and your sly nature. Bartolomeo was surprisingly the only one that could keep his composure around you, but you could tell he was trying so hard. He shook sometimes just to keep his poker face on correctly, which made you bust out laughing once you walked away as not to shame his hilarious efforts.
Leaning on the stone ledge with a large hole for a viewing window, you watched him head back to the prepping room where all the other fighters usually waited for their block. Pushing yourself off from the ledge with a grin, you turned yourself around and walked casually down to the main floor to greet your Block B champion.
Approaching the main floor, just as your foot left the last step and you rounded a corner, Bartolomeo could be heard yelling victoriously about something while other fighters eyed him angrily because he, of all the fighters, won the match.
“I WILL make sure he gets that devil fruit!” Bartolomeo yelled with determination once more, proceeding onward past the other fighters until he was near the corner you had rounded down a hall where no one else stood.
“I can see that was a good match you partook in.” You said casually, leaning up against a wall and putting yourself in his view.
Getting startled slightly, Bartolomeo jumped back slightly at your presence before confirming it was just you, rubbing the back of his head in a slightly embarrassed manner before approaching you to speak properly. “Oi _______. As a matter of fact, it was, considering I won of course!” He boasted, regaining his composure after the startle.
“Oh yeah, the most intense part of the battle was thanks to you. Trust me, it was so hardcore, I had to hold on to my seat when you started PEEING in the water. I’m surprised one of those fighting fish didn’t come up and rip off your manhood!” You laughed, covering your mouth with a loose fist.
The way you brought it up over what anyone else said actually embarrassed him more. Half the arena could be yelling about it, but the way you brought it up, and being close friends, it just struck him differently inside.
“Did you REALLY need to bring that up?!” He whines, crossing his arms across his tattooed chest.
“Yes, I did! You and your great act of lying there on the side while everyone else killed each other off, using your barrier at the last moment to steal the match. Crafty, but sleazy at the same time. Gotta give you points for that one though.” You added, snapping one of your fingers and pointing at him after the snap.
“Always so encouraging, aren’t you?” He retorted, turning his head away.
“You know, you could have done something to rile it up a bit. Give it more spark. You could have pushed like half the arena off with one barrier! Not to mention you aren’t bad at hand to hand combat. And don’t you have a dagger? Stuck down your PANTS?” You finished with emphasis on your last point.
By now, Bartolomeo was tuning you out as best he could, slightly annoyed with how you were telling him to fight. He only ever caught bits and pieces of what you were saying. You sensed this and stopped talking for a while to see if he would open up his ears to listen now that it was silent. You were sure he would, so you would continue where you left off with carefully picked words to catch his attention.
“You know, I’ve always wondered how sharp and long that sword in your pants is~!” You said audibly, pointing to his pelvis with your index finger.
Sure enough, his head snapped forward and blush took over his face immediately as deep as the crimson blood that was shed in the arena ten minutes ago. He misheard you perfectly.
“P-Pardon?!” He stammered, stepping back with his right foot and arms frozen out slightly to the side. “A-Are you-?!”
You bust out laughing and grabbed the wall for support as you laughed your heart out at his reaction.
“You actually heard it that way! Oh my god that was beautiful! Idiot I was talking about your dagger in your fucking pants!” You sputtered through spurts of laughter.
Bartolomeo’s face grew even more red, not only from embarrassment, but from slight anger as he took a few steps towards you. “_______ I swear to GOD I will-!” He started, reaching for you.
You took off suddenly from the wall, giggling like a maniac as you ran down one of the halls to get away from the hilarious fury that was Bartolomeo. He chased after you and a fretting rage down the hall you took in an attempt to get you.
Skidding to a stop, breathing heavily, Bartolomeo looked around the end of the hall that split in two directions. The one on his right lead to a storage room full of wooden boxes, and the other lead to a weaponry. Between his heavy breaths, he swore he heard the faintest of giggles coming from the room on his right. Quieting his breathing, he peeked into the room on his right and listened yet again. Sure enough, there was the sound of a hand slapping over a mouth, followed by the faintest of giggles that were trying to be hidden as best they could.
Standing up straight, Bartolomeo scoffed quietly and shook his head. You always had the cutest of giggles to him. Quietly stepping into the storage room, he inched himself around some boxes until he got to the back left corner. Behind some boxes, with your back to them, you sat kneeling on the stone floor, covering your mouth with your eyes closed in an attempt to stay as quiet as you could. Taking this as his vantage point, Bartolomeo darted forward and hit the floor where you were, slamming his hands on each side of your head and trapping you between him and the heavy stack of boxes. You gasped in surprise and nearly screamed when he came down upon you. You knew what he was capable of doing when he was angry, and you had a feeling he was PISSED.
“Oh shit… Uhm…. Hi?” You said nervously, trying to back up but realizing the boxes were in the way. He looked at you with a sinister scowl which frightened you greatly. “Dude I’m sorry! It was just too easy and you weren’t listening, and it was funny! I’m sorry if I pissed you off! You just misheard me!” You spewed quickly, hoping you could get yourself off the hook.
“You really had me there for a second _______. I thought you literally meant it.” He growled, inching his face closer to yours.
Though he growled at you, you sensed a change in his tone and words. It wasn’t threatening, it was more, disappointment. That much you couldn’t possibly mishear. Blush grew on your own face as his inched closer to yours and a meaning popped up in your mind.
“U-Uhm, B-Bartolomeo?” You questioned. “A-Are you…?”
A grin spread across his face. “Yes, you didn’t mishear me. I am a little disappointed. You really had me going there.”
Your blush turned a deep crimson as he pressed his forehead against yours with that sly grin of his plastered on his face.
“You shouldn’t tease me like that. I get very angry when I mishear things that I might enjoy _______. This’ll have to make up for it~!” He cooed, closing the small gap between your faces and pressing his lips onto yours with a smile of satisfaction.
Your blush exploded on your face and heat radiated from it like the sun at his actions. You thought you had completely pissed him off, and that you were going to perhaps lose your life or a limb today. Turns out he was just a little disappointed at something you said that had embarrassed him completely, but also slightly revealed what he felt like around you. Anyone could have said that around him and it would have been nothing. But with you, it was a whole other story. He cheekily found a pretty damn good excuse to kiss you too, using your words from beforehand to make it fit together more smoothly.
Recovering from the surprise kiss, you took in a relieving breath through your nose before kissing him back, rather enjoying it yourself. He smirked like the devil he was back into the kiss, smoothly reaching his arms out for your waist. Just to fuck with him, you took your own arms and pulled him down on top of you so you were much closer, and he was straddling you on the stone floor. You slid your arms around his neck now and one hand went up and toyed with his bright green hair as you smirked yourself. Though you pulled him down, he still managed to smoothly slip his hands around your waist.
Just as the passion of your surprise kiss grew, the need for air did as well, and you sadly had to part from his lips to get it. Once parted, you stared up at him, taking slightly heavier breaths now to keep your oxygen flow normal and flowing properly.
“That was a better move than what you pulled in the arena.” You said smoothly with a grin.
“Gee, thanks. Just remember this: keep your words clear so I don’t misunderstand them. And keep them truthful too. Don’t want something like that happening again now do we?” He replied smartly.
“Maaaaaybeee~!” You teased.
He scoffed and squeezed your sides playfully to get you back in a nice way.
“Don’t worry. One day, you’ll get to see that sword.” He said with a sly grin, pecking you on the lips quickly before chuckling to himself as you blush grew greatly on you soft, pale face.