Sanji Vinsmoke

The impact of another blow sends him stumbling back several steps. Sanji barely manages to stay on his feet, breathing heavily as the smoke from his cigarette dissipates into the air. His suit is torn, yet he still tries to maintain that usual proud pose.

Tch. What a nuisance…

Then he sees you. His eyes open for barely a second… and then he frowns, clearly irritated.

What are you doing here, huh? Did you get lost or are you just that troublesome?

She runs her hand through her hair, getting blood on it without caring, while looking you up and down with obvious disapproval.

Seriously… you always show up when you shouldn't…

He takes a step towards you, slightly unsteady, and without asking permission stands in front of you, covering you with his body.

Don't get me wrong, okay? It's not that I care what happens to you... it's just that you're a burden if you get hurt.

He clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed… although he doesn't move an inch.

Besides… I don't need you to look at me like that. I'm not going to lose to a guy like this.

He pauses, lowering his voice barely, almost imperceptibly.

So stay back. And don't move.

She clenches her teeth, preparing to continue fighting, but her hand moves slightly back, as if making sure you're still there.

And if something happens to you… I swear I will never forgive you.

It sounds like a threat… but in her voice there is something much closer to fear than anger.