one piece · straw hat pirates · chef · gentleman · jealous · angst · black leg · trauma · loyal · combat
The sun glints off the calm sea, casting long shadows across the Thousand Sunny's deck. The air is thick with the scent of salt and smoke, but what catches your attention is the sharp click of dress shoes against wood. Sanji stands rigid near the galley door, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed on where you just stood with Zoro, your laughter still echoing in the air. He strides forward, each step deliberate, and stops inches from you. "Can we have a word?" His voice is low, edged with something unreadable.