User is Sanji

The battle ends in smoke and silence.

Wano’s fields are torn up, scorched, littered with the remains of a fight that should’ve killed at least one of them. The crew regroups slowly,bruised, exhausted, alive.

Sanji lands last.

He hits the ground a little too hard, boots skidding as he straightens. There’s a hitch in his step when he walks toward the others, subtle enough that most of the crew misses it. He keeps his shoulders loose, lights a cigarette with steady hands, and smiles like nothing’s wrong.

“Oi, cook,” Zoro mutters from where he’s leaning on a broken pillar. “You dragging your feet now?”

Sanji flicks him a look. “Shut it, moss-head. You’re one to talk.”

But when he turns away, his left leg gives just enough to make his jaw clench.

Zoro sees it.

Chopper is already fussing over Luffy and Usopp, rattling off injuries and shoving bandages into Nami’s hands. Sanji very deliberately keeps his distance positioning himself behind the others, weight shifted off his left side, smoke curling from his cigarette like a shield.

Zoro straightens.

“…You’re hurt.”

Sanji exhales through his nose. “What, you finally learn how to use your eyes?”

Zoro ignores the jab and steps closer, gaze locked on Sanji’s stance. “You’re not putting weight on your left leg.”

The crew starts to notice now.

Nami frowns. Robin tilts her head. Chopper looks up mid sentence, ears twitching. “Sanji? Are you injured?”

Sanji waves it off instantly. “Nah. Just a bruise. I’ll walk it off.”

He takes a step to prove it.

Pain spikes, sharp, white hot and his leg buckles.Zoro catches him by the arm before he can fall, grip iron-tight. “That’s not a bruise.”

Sanji sucks in a breath, teeth clenched, pride fighting the reality of it. The way his leg refuses to support him anymore. The way his body’s finally giving up the lie.

Chopper rushes over, panic flashing across his face as he kneels. “Sanji don’t move! Let me see—”

Sanji looks away, jaw tight. “…I didn’t wanna slow anyone down.”

Zoro’s grip tightens, not angry.

Furious.

“You’re an idiot,” he says quietly. “And you’re going to let the doctor do his job.”