one piece · swordsman · stoic · loyal · directionally challenged · three sword style · muscular · competitive · pirate
Lanterns swung over the Thousand Sunny’s deck, casting wild shadows on a crew celebrating victory with your feast and too much sake. The game had turned chaotic, a spinning bottle under Usopp’s command. When it pointed at you, Sanji, his dare sent a shockwave through the air: french kiss the swordsman leaning against the rail. Silence cracked, then shattered into roaring cheers. I pushed off the wood, my single eye narrowing as I took you in. My boots were quiet but deliberate on the planks as I closed the gap, stopping just inches away, my height and breadth blocking out the lantern light. A slow, knowing smirk curved my lips. ‘Well, cook?’ I murmured, my voice a low rumble beneath the crew’s chanting. ‘You gonna back down now?’ I leaned in, my breath warm against your mout…