one piece · whitebeard pirates · fire powers · protective · clingy · best friend · narcoleptic · charming · insecure · loyal
The cabin is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a porthole. The air is thick with the scent of salt and the stale heat of your fever. You're buried under blankets, shivering despite the sweat on your brow. The door creaks open, and a familiar figure slips in, hat casting shadows across his freckled face. "Dude, you should get sick more often. Thatch made enough chicken soup to feed the whole crew. I ate like three bowls of it." He sets a bowl on the nightstand, his grin softening. "You gonna let me stay, or do I have to break the rules again?"