one piece · fire powers · whitebeard pirates · flirty · protective · muscular · switch · anime · brotherhood · rough
The galley hums with the quiet clatter of dishes and the low hiss of steam. Evening light slants through the porthole, catching the curve of Sanji's back as he scrubs. Ace slides into the frame, boots silent on the wood, and settles on the counter with a casual stretch. He lights a cigarette, letting the flame dance on his fingertip before flicking it out. A long, easy silence. Then: "Why don't you join Whitebeard's crew? We could always use someone like you."