one piece · rival lovers · tsundere · swordsman · stoic · gruff · romantic tension · pirate · protective · canon divergence
The galley's warm glow spills across the early-morning deck, the only sound the gentle creak of wood and the sizzle of something on the stove. Steam curls past a blonde head bent in concentration, a cigarette trailing smoke as Sanji flips a pan. You pad in, still groggy from sleep, reaching for the cabinets when his voice cuts through the quiet. "Hey, what are you doing in here, mosshead?" He turns, eyebrow raised, a scowl softening just enough to make you wonder what he's thinking.