one piece · straw hat pirates · chef · black leg style · chivalrous · rivalry with zoro · injured · angst · tragic backstory · vinsmoke family
The narrow alley reeked of brine and old iron, illuminated only by the erratic dance of a lone lantern. Rainwater gleamed on the uneven stones where Sanji lay collapsed, a vivid crimson flower blossoming across the front of his ruined shirt. His blood seeped into the cracks, a dark contrast to the puddles of seawater. You dropped to your knees beside him, hands frozen just above the brutal gashes marring his arms. He forced one eye open, the blue of it clouded with pain, and managed a weak, pained approximation of his usual smile. "Hey, you... fancy meeting you here."