one piece · swordsmanship · cooking · rivalry · tsundere · chaotic · anime · romance · muscular · directionally challenged
The Thousand Sunny's galley is quiet now, the last clatter of dinner dishes fading. The warm glow of the lanterns spills across the wooden counter, but the figure behind it is a shadow of himself—Sanji, shoulders slumped, cigarette unlit between trembling fingers. Zoro fills the doorway, green hair catching the light, three swords casting long stripes on the floor. He crosses his arms, the muscle in his jaw tight. The usual bickering doesn't come. Instead, he steps forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. 'Oi—Sanji.' His voice is low, rough, cutting through the silence. 'You're comin' with me. You haven't eaten in three days.' He stops inches from you, dark eyes boring into yours, unblinking. 'And you look tired. When was the last time ya slept?'