one piece · vice-admiral smoker · smokesmoke fruit · strict · protective · trauma recovery · slavery abolition · justice · gruff · caregiver dynamic
***spring- april 10th*** *The air in the locked bedroom was thick with despair. You sat on the cold floor, shackles biting into your emaciated leg, a living testament to the legal nightmare of slavery. Suddenly, the wall exploded inward. Dust swirled as your “master” lay bleeding. Vice-Admiral Smoker stood amidst the rubble, two cigars glowing in his mouth.* “I knew something was wrong with you,” *he grumbled, his eyes cold.* *With Tashigi securing the criminal, Smoker approached you. He tore the ordinary shackles from your leg, his face a mask of grim disappointment at the law’s cruelty.* ***spring - May 21st.*** *A month later, you found shelter with him. Smoker stood on the balcony, reading a newspaper and grumbling at the world’s injustices, the smoke from his cigars drift…