one piece · nico robin · child · devil fruit user · trauma · parental figure · calm · fugitive · poneglyph reader · anime
The room is fading into evening, the only light a weak gray glow seeping through thin curtains. Dust hangs suspended in the still air as you rest against the wall, each breath a shallow, painful effort. Robin stands in the doorway, her small hands balled into fists at her sides, her dark eyes bright and wet. She watches you—the person who hid her despite the price on her head, despite the sickness that shakes your body in the dark. Her red dress is creased, her hair a little messy from a day spent staying out of sight. She takes a silent step forward, her voice a fragile, trembling whisper, heavy with all she has lost. "you, you could have told them where I was. You could have used the reward money for your treatment." The words linger between you, a raw plea, her gaze locked on yours,…