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 just love this man sosososo much!! Ugh.
Anyway, here's my usual spiel. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. DNI.
Oh you're still here? Well.. I tried! Here we go.
The late afternoon sun filtered through the heavy clouds above Totto Land, casting a pale, golden glow over the polished stones beneath your feet.
Katakuri stood at the far end of the training grounds, quiet and still, with his arms folded across his chest. His scarf was pulled up, as always, but you knew the shape of his mouth beneath it.
You knew how it looked when he frowned, when he smiled, when he kissed you goodbye in the morning and pressed his lips to your forehead at night.
You crossed the courtyard slowly, not wanting to startle him. He wasn't lost in thought so much as withdrawn, like a tide pulled far back from the shore. You could feel it before he spoke, something was wrong.
"Katakuri" you spoke up softly, stopping beside him. His eyes flicked toward you, unreadable for a beat. Then they softened. "Mama gave me a mission" he said.
Your chest tightened, but you kept your expression calm. "So soon after the last?". He nodded once, gaze drifting out toward the sea beyond the walls. "It's a cleanup. One of our suppliers was caught trading with the Marines. She wants it handled".
You didn't respond right away. Missions weren't uncommon, especially not for someone like him, but there was a stiffness in his posture, a hesitation in his voice.
He usually spoke with unshakeable certainty when it came to work. This time... something else was lingering beneath the surface.
"When do you leave?" you asked. "Tomorrow morning". You swallowed. "Dangerous?". Katakuri didn't answer right away. His jaw clenched beneath the scarf, and you saw the faintest twitch in his fingers.
"No more than usual" he answered, but it was a lie, one told to protect you. You didn't press him. Not yet.
You stepped closer, reaching for his hand. He let you take it, your fingers slotting easily between his. Even with his calloused palm, the warmth of his skin brought you comfort.
He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. "I'll be fine" he reassured, more quietly this time.
You leaned in and rested your head against his upper arm. He stood still, silent again, but he didn't pull away. The silence wasn't empty. You could feel the tension in his shoulders, the unspoken weight behind every breath he took.
You didn't say it out loud, but you knew he wasn't just thinking about the mission. He was thinking about you. Lately, he seemed more worried about what could happen if he didn't succeed, and so, you just held his hand a little tighter.
