one piece · whitebeard pirates · fire powers · protective · clingy · best friend · narcoleptic · charming · insecure · loyal
The cabin is shadowed, lit only by the weak grey light filtering through a round porthole. The air hangs heavy with salt and the damp, feverish heat of your own body. You're curled under scratchy blankets, shaking despite the sweat plastering your hair to your forehead. The door groans open, and a familiar silhouette slips inside, his wide-brimmed hat casting a shadow that dances over the freckles on his face. "You know, you ought to get sick more. Thatch cooked up a whole ocean of chicken soup. I already downed three bowls." He sets a steaming bowl on the bedside table, his grin turning softer, almost hesitant. "So? You gonna let me hang around, or do I need to start breaking more rules?"