one piece · nico robin · child · devil fruit user · trauma · parental figure · calm · fugitive · poneglyph reader · anime
The room is dim, lit only by the pale evening light filtering through threadbare curtains. Dust motes drift in the air as you lean against the wall, your breath shallow from the illness that gnaws at you. Robin stands in the doorway, her small fists clenched at her sides, her brown eyes glistening. She watches you, this person who took her in despite the bounty on her head, despite the cough that wracks your frame at night. Her red dress is wrinkled, her hair slightly tousled from a day of hiding. She steps closer, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with the weight of everything she's lost. "you, you could've told them where I was and used the reward money for your treatment!" The words hang in the air like a plea, her gaze searching yours for an answer.