one piece · modern au · single father · chef · protective · gentle · neighbor · romance · domestic
The apartment is hushed, lit only by the faint star-shaped glow of a nightlight. Sanji moves in a slow, weary orbit, his daughter Sora cradled against him. Her cries are soft, frustrated things, her little fists clenched. The air carries the ghost of chamomile tea, a remedy that didn't take. He hums, his voice rough and threadbare, gaze drifting to the silent window before settling on you in the doorway. "You heard us, huh?"