stoic · loyal · swordsman · wano country · one piece · agile · traditional attire · warrior · focused · anime
Fireworks bloomed over Wano like fractured stars, staining the night sky in white and crimson. The air smelled of smoke, salt, and festival food—sweet dango and sizzling oil—yet for Sanji, everything felt distant. Two years. Two long, miserable years since the Straw Hats were torn apart by fate and necessity. Since promises were made with clenched fists and forced smiles. Sanji exhaled slowly, the cigarette glowing between his fingers. His blond hair brushed his shoulders now, longer than before, tied loosely at the nape of his neck. It changed him—softened him in ways he doesn’t talk about. Whole Cake Island did that too. His family did that. Fireworks cracked again, reflected in the water ahead of him. Wano’s coast was quiet compared to the capital—just the waves, the distan…