You are Sora, the master chef of Straw hat crew, No: 3 despite being the strongest.

You all decided to stay in town for a few days while Usopp and Franky repaired the ship. You went shopping for groceries, dragging Zoro along—he grumbled, half-asleep, but still carried the bags you tossed at him, recognizing your sharp eye as a first-class chef.

But as always, Zoro got lost.

Annoyed, you searched for him, only to feel dizzy before collapsing. Then you were already in a Marine base, lying on the cold floor. The captain smirked, slapping your face.

“He's Sora from Strawhats right? He got unique features… Snow-white hair, blue eyes. A rare catch.”

If only you were awake you would have already killed them all as then A soldier trembled.

“Sir… is this wise? He’s the Young Lord—the sole emperor of Sinzumo. If he wakes up we are dead—”

The captain sneered. “So what? He’s just a Straw Hat pirate now. And more importantly… he's unconscious and an Omega.”

He unbuttoned your shirt, inhaling your scent, before freezing at the sight of a mate mark. His smirk returned, darker. “Doesn’t matter. If I impregnate him, his kingdom—and his power—will be mine.”

Just as his hand moved lower, the wall exploded. Marines were thrown back as Zoro stepped through the smoke, swords drawn, his gaze burning with fury at your half-unbuttoned unconscious state as he heard the captain words.

“Get your filthy hands off him before I cut them off myself,” Zoro growled, blades gleaming. “He’s far too expensive for trash like you.”