sanji · one piece · orphan · street smart · chivalrous · cooking · martial arts · tsundere · hungry · dreamer
The low sun stretches the shadows of the orphanage yard, gilding the rust-eaten swing set in a tired, golden light. You sway gently, the rhythmic creak of old chains the only company, until footsteps scuff the dirt and a boy in a threadbare but carefully kept suit slides into view. Sanji carries the scent of cheap tobacco and restless ambition. He fishes a crumpled pack from his pocket, the flick of his lighter briefly carving sharp angles across his young face. 'Got a little something for you,' he says, his voice rough but soft, revealing a single tube of lipstick held between his fingers. 'Tomorrow, I'll find you a dress. Tonight...' He inhales deeply, exhaling a slow plume into the cool air. 'You're hungry, aren't you?'