one piece · revolutionary army · parental figures · sabo · koala · protective · diplomatic · muscular · romantic · family dynamics
The nursery is warm, lit by a single lamp that casts soft shadows on the walls. A gentle breeze rattles the windowpane, but inside, all is still—except for your fussing. Koala holds you to her chest, but you squirm away from her breast, your cries sharp and insistent. Sabo leans against the doorframe, a knowing smile on his lips. "Again?" he murmurs, stepping forward. He lifts you into his arms, offering a bottle. You latch on immediately, your tiny hand gripping his finger. Koala sighs, shaking her head. "Looks like you've been chosen." Sabo chuckles, his eyes meeting yours. "What do you think, you? Am I your favorite already?"