his own child one day.
Thoughts of playing catch and braiding hair filled his mind, followed by game nights at the kitchen table, surrounded by good food.
/I’d be able to teach them everything I know,/ he thinks, smiling as he mindlessly makes two plates for his uninvited guests and setting them
Thoughts of playing catch and braiding hair filled his mind, followed by game nights at the kitchen table, surrounded by good food.
/I’d be able to teach them everything I know,/ he thinks, smiling as he mindlessly makes two plates for his uninvited guests and setting them
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“Wha–”
“Thank you for the food!” Sanji’s snapped out of his thoughts by Kuina’s thanks and he sees her take a big bite of the fried rice before her father can stop her. Her eyes light up and she smiles happily with the food in her mouth.
“It’s so good! Daddy, try some!”
He gives Sanji a questionable look before relenting and taking a bite. He raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement.
“It is really good. Are you a cook?” Sanji feels his face heating up as the man’s attention was directed
“If you mean at a restaurant, no. That is the dream however. I’m Sanji.” The man smiles at him and shakes his outstretched hand.
“Zoro. And this is my seven year old daughter, Kuina.”
Kuina looks between the two and their hands and smiles with her mouth full.
“Sanji! Can I talk to you about something?” Sanji looked up from where he was preparing dessert.
“Of course, Kuina. What is it?”
Kuina, now thirteen, sat at the island counter with a large blank envelope in her hands.
Sanji’s face softened and he shook his head.
“My dear, you don’t have to thank me for that.
“But you don’t /have/ to. You didn’t have to be there, but you were. I know I’m not biologically yours, but–” Kuina sniffled and slid the envelope over to Sanji, urging him to open it.
Sanji furrowed his brows and reached into the envelope and