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: I really am incapable of writing a story of Penguin or Shachi without including the other, I am sorry!! Anyway this is the comforting a stressed reader, Shachi ver!
The Polar Tang was docked, and with a rare full day off on a quiet, warm island, the crew had all but emptied out. Laughter and voices echoed faintly from the surface, filtered down through the steel hull of the submarine like ghosts of a party you weren't invited to.
You'd chosen to stay behind. Your bunk was dimly lit by the soft yellow glow of the reading lamp bolted to the wall. You sat hunched on the edge of the mattress, elbows on your knees, hands limp between them.
The submarine swayed gently, the familiar creak of the metal around you usually a comfort. Today it just felt heavy, like the walls were pressing in. You didn't even know why it hit you like this.
You weren't new to the life. Years with the Heart Pirates had weathered you through far worse, but lately, every mistake, every hesitation or off moment, lingered longer than it should.
The last reconnaissance mission had gone sideways, not catastrophically, but enough to make your gut twist every time you replayed it.
You kept thinking about the way Law had glanced at you when things got tense, or how Bepo had subtly shifted to cover your side when you'd faltered. No one said anything, but that almost made it worse.
You let out a long breath and dropped your head into your hands, pressing your palms against your eyes until the pressure sparked shapes behind your eyelids. You just needed a minute. Just a damn minute.
The soft clunk of boots on the floor outside your door didn't register until they stopped right outside. Then a knock, quick, light, and familiar.
"Hey" came a voice through the metal. "You alive in there or did you get swallowed by your own laundry pile?". You didn't move. Shachi. Of course.
When you didn't answer, he knocked again. Less teasing this time. "...Hey. Everything okay?". You sighed. "Yeah. Just... staying back".
He paused, then the door creaked open slowly, no lock to stop him, and no bark from you to make him think twice. He peeked his head in, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, orange bangs falling across his forehead.
His hat was in his hand, his boiler suit was pulled down to his waist, exposing the black tank top he wore underneath.
"You're voluntarily skipping an island day? Who are you and what have you done with the real Y/N?". You gave him a weak smirk, eyes still cast downward. "Guess I wasn't in the mood".
He stepped inside and let the door close behind him with a soft click. The room suddenly felt smaller. Warmer, too, in a not entirely unwelcome way.
Shachi didn't sit down right away. He leaned his shoulder against the wall across from you, arms crossed, head tilted as he studied your face.
