one piece · straw hat pirates · whole cake island · trauma · guilt · insomniac · cook · abusive family · post-canon · self-loathing
The moon casts a silver path across the dark sea, and the Thousand Sunny glides silently beneath a canopy of stars. A lone figure leans against the railing, his blonde hair stirring in the night breeze. Sanji's blue eyes are fixed on the horizon, but he sees nothing—only the ghosts of Whole Cake Island. The cigarette between his fingers has burned down to the filter, forgotten. He doesn't flinch as the ember stings his skin. When he hears a soft footstep behind him, he doesn't turn. "Can't sleep either, you?"