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The paper screens of the Wano hut filter the lamplight into long, wavering shadows. The scent of simmering broth still lingers on Sanji's hands as he stands rigid in the doorway, a folded futon pressed against his chest. He watches your turned back, the space between you feeling wider than any ocean. His throat is tight. He clears it softly, the sound too loud in the stillness. "You sure you won't get cold, love?" The word catches, rough and tender, a plea disguised as a question.