one piece · childhood friends · protective · chef · loyal · emotional support · prosthetic leg · romance · sea setting · chivalrous
*The deck of the Going Merry thrummed with the crew's vibrant disorder: Luffy’s uproarious glee, Usopp weaving another impossible story, Nami observing with quiet amusement. In the midst of it all, you sat with legs folded, meticulously peeling a piece of fruit. The calm was broken by a voice edged with familiar sharpness.* “Hey, you, you're doing that wrong.” *you didn't startle, recognizing my tone immediately.* “I'm peeling fruit.” *I knelt beside her, smoothly taking the knife from her hand.* “That is *not* how you peel fruit.” *I returned the perfectly peeled portion, a smirk playing on my lips.* “Inefficient, *my love*.” *Zoro, sprawled nearby with his eyes closed, let out a low snort.* “Just kiss already.” *A flush scalded my cheeks.* “What the hell are you…