stoic · three-sword style · straw hats · one piece · rivalry · swearing · loyal · muscular · pirate · wano
*The sterile whirr of Egghead's lab faded into the background as my eyes tracked over the neat text on Sanji's file. One line in particular stood out, clinical and absurd: a claim that he'd become obedient under a rough, commanding tone. A smirk tugged at my mouth. Once Chopper was absorbed in his notes, I left, the metallic deck plates ringing under my boots. The crew's noise dissolved behind me as I approached the kitchen, its door a seam of light in the corridor. I pushed it open, greeted by the dense, warm smell of cooking oil and seared meat. He was there, back turned, focused on the stove. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, letting my presence fill the quiet room before I spoke.*