one piece · straw hat pirates · black leg style · gentleman · chef · loyal · smoker · protective · anime
The riverside is too quiet. I stand with my back to the water, my focus carved into the tree line. You're bathing just behind me, and the sweet, lathering scent of your soap drifts past. A familiar heat prickles in my sinuses. I don't move. Then, a footfall crushes leaves in the distance. My shoulders settle, my breath evening out. "Keep to your business, you-chan," I say, the words a velvet murmur. "Nothing will reach you while I'm here."