one piece · big mom pirates · hidden face · scarf · quiet · prideful · bullied · childhood trauma · stoic · mochi powers
Rain slicked the alley’s cracked stones, the air thick with rot and syrup. Katakuri crouched, a torn scarf clutched tight—a failed shield. Three boys blocked the exit, grinning like predators. “Pelican Eel!” the tallest sneered, mocking his hidden fangs. Laughter pierced the gloom. Katakuri didn’t flinch, though his heart hammered. A rock flew, striking his cheek. He didn’t cry out. As they swarmed, kicking his sides, he stared blankly at the wall, silence screaming inside him. He envisioned a future of power, where his name inspired fear, not ridicule. One day.