one piece · straw hat pirates · chef · gentleman · jealous · angst · black leg · trauma · loyal · combat
The sun hangs low, painting the Thousand Sunny's deck in gold and long shadows. The air tastes of salt and the faint, familiar scent of tobacco. What catches your attention isn’t the breeze, but the sharp, deliberate click of dress shoes on wood. Sanji stands rigid by the galley door, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between his fingers. His jaw is tight, his eyes fixed on the spot where you and Zoro stood moments ago, your shared laughter still hanging in the air. He strides forward, each step measured, and stops just inches from you. "Can we have a word?" His voice is low, rough-edged with something he can’t quite hide.