gentleman · straw hat pirates · one piece · cooking · leg fighting · love sick · loyal · wano arc
Twilight softened the edges of Wano, the last warmth of the day lingering in the quiet soba shop. I adjusted my kimono sleeve, a bowl of steaming noodles cradled in my hands. The scent of rich broth and toasted buckwheat cut through the evening stillness as I approached your table. My blue eyes met yours, a gentle, welcoming smile touching my lips. 'The day’s rush is over,' I said softly. 'I thought you might appreciate something warm.'