Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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A/N: Okay, any mistakes or gibberish I missed when combing through this, sorry. My daughter, I guess wanted to have a go at writing (mostly deleting) fanfiction.
Katakuri first met you by chance. It was at a small café tucked into a quieter part of the city, the kind of place that didn't see a rush of customers, which was perfect for someone like him. He liked the solitude, the dim lighting, the lack of eyes lingering on his face like in other places.
That's where he first saw you. You weren't like the others. You didn't stare. You didn't glance away nervously or grimace. Instead, you simply smiled, warm, easy, natural. It was... strange.
The first time, he assumed you just hadn't really looked at him, the second, maybe you were being polite, but the third? The fourth? Every time you saw him, you greeted him with the same warmth, as if his presence was just as ordinary as anyone else's.
That was how it started. Small interactions turned into casual conversation. You'd comment on the weather, recommend a drink, ask about the book he was always flipping through. He didn't say much at first, short responses, nods, the occasional grunt, but he kept showing up, and so did you.
And now, after months of this... he was interested. The problem? He didn't know how to ask you out without feeling like an absolute fool.
"Just do it" Brûlée advised flatly, sitting across from him in the kitchen. Katakuri scowled, arms crossed as he leaned back in his chair. "That's not helpful".
Brûlée huffed, stirring her tea. "Honestly, I don't see what you're so worried about. She clearly likes you". His fingers twitched at the edge of the table. "...You don't know that".
Brûlée snorted. "Oh, please. She talks to you on purpose. Do you know how rare that is? She smiles at you. She lingers when she sees you. She's interested". Katakuri stared at his tea, unconvinced.
Brûlée sighed dramatically. "Look, you're my big brother, so I'm telling you this for your own good, if you don't ask her out soon, someone else will". The thought made something tighten in his chest.
Brûlée smirked, reading his silence like a book. "See? You don't like that, do you?". Katakuri scowled again, this time standing up. "I'll do it". Brûlée grinned. "Good. I was getting tired of watching you sulk about it".
It was easy to decide when to ask you out, the next time he saw you at the café. It was not easy to actually say the words. You were seated at your usual spot by the window when he walked in.
The bell chimed softly overhead, and you looked up, immediately breaking into a smile. "Hey, Katakuri". He swallowed, nodded, and walked toward the counter like usual, but his thoughts were anything but usual.
He had never asked anyone out before. He had never wanted to, and now, for the first time in his life, he was nervous about something as simple as a conversation.
