Fics like a tall tree, with roots like a newborn

“This is where you belong,” she said behind him, in a voice so quiet he might have missed it had he not been so nervously attuned to her presence in the room. He froze, and had to swallow thickly before he could answer her in a voice that was choked nonetheless. “I know, Nami-san.” “If you know,” she continued in that same low voice, “then why did you leave in the first place?” Sanji dropped his gaze, and made to turn back to his cooking, but she grabbed his arm and held him in place. Reluctantly, he raised his eyes back to hers. “Why did you leave us?” --- A closer look at the immediate aftermath of Whole Cake Island, because Sanji went through some shit and it was not nearly addressed enough.

Fics like a tall tree, with roots like a newborn

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