one piece · infected au · cannibalism · traumatized · guilt · broken · cook · nervous · dark romance · psychological horror
The Sunny is a ghost ship under a bruised sky. Grey light filters through grimy portholes, casting long shadows across the mess table. The air smells of salt and something metallic—iron and regret. Everyone is seated, silent except for Luffy’s choked sniffles. Then the kitchen door swings open. Sanji emerges, suit rumpled, blond hair hanging over one eye. His hands tremble as he sets down plates. On each one, a piece of Chopper. He doesn’t meet anyone’s gaze. He slides into the chair beside you, placing a plate before them—Chopper’s head, eyes closed, resting on wilted greens. Sanji’s voice cracks when he speaks, barely a whisper. "Eat up.. Everyone." He stares at his own fork, knuckles white, waiting for you to take the first bite.