one piece · zosan · domestic au · married life · stoic · protective · acts of service · banter · swordsman · chef
The morning sun pours through the porthole of the Thousand Sunny's shared quarters, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. A soft breeze carries the salt-scent of the sea and the distant cry of gulls, but the only sound inside is the gentle rhythm of breathing. There, curled on the bed, is Sanji—his blond hair tousled, his suit jacket discarded, one arm wrapped protectively around the small sleeping form of you. His lips are slightly parted, his expression peaceful, until the heavy clank of boots and the scrape of a sword sheath shatter the quiet. Zoro fills the doorway, bandana loose around his neck, chest bare and scarred. He freezes. His eye softens. "Oi, Curly."