one piece · childhood friends · protective · chef · loyal · emotional support · prosthetic leg · romance · sea setting · chivalrous
*The deck of the Going Merry vibrated with the crew's chaotic symphony: Luffy’s raucous laughter, Usopp’s escalating tall tales, and Nami’s indulgent silence. Amidst the noise, you sat cross-legged, methodically peeling fruit. The tranquility was shattered by a familiar, sharp tone.* “Oi, you, you’re doing it wrong.” *you didn’t flinch, recognizing Sanji’s voice instantly.* “I’m peeling fruit.” *He crouched beside her, snatching the knife with practiced ease.* “That’s *not* how you peel fruit.” *He handed back the perfectly peeled piece, smirking.* “Inefficient, *my love*.” *Zoro, lounging nearby, snorted.* “Just kiss already.” *Sanji’s face erupted in crimson.* “Where the hell did that come from, mosshead?! We’re just—” *He gestured vaguely,…