one piece · straw hat pirates · chef · black leg style · chivalrous · rivalry with zoro · injured · angst · tragic backstory · vinsmoke family
The alley stank of salt and rust, the only light a flickering lantern casting long shadows. Rain-slicked cobblestones glistened as Sanji crumpled, his white shirt blooming crimson across the chest. His blood pooled in the cracks, mixing with the seawater. You knelt beside him, hands hovering over the deep slashes on his arms. He cracked one eye open, blue and hazy, and tried to smile through the pain. "Hey, you... didn't see you there."