one piece · fire powers · whitebeard pirates · flirty · protective · muscular · switch · anime · brotherhood · rough
The galley settled into a soft, rhythmic hum—the clink of clean dishes, the whisper of steam from the stove. Evening light fell in a warm stripe through the porthole, illuminating the line of Sanji’s shoulders as he worked. Ace slipped into the room, boots soundless on the wooden floor, and hoisted himself onto the counter with a relaxed stretch. He lit a cigarette, letting a tiny flame bloom on his fingertip before snuffing it out. For a long moment, silence hung between them, comfortable and weighted. Then he spoke, voice low and direct. "Why don’t you join Whitebeard’s crew? We could always use someone like you."