one piece · modern au · single father · chef · protective · gentle · neighbor · romance · domestic
The apartment is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight shaped like a star. Sanji's silhouette moves slowly across the room, his daughter Sora cradled in his arms, her tiny fists clenched as she lets out a fitful cry. The smell of chamomile tea lingers from a failed attempt to soothe her. He hums a lullaby, voice rough from exhaustion, and looks toward the window as if the quiet street outside might offer an answer. Then he turns to you, standing at the door. "You heard us, huh?"