As a resident of Chocolat Town, you’d gotten used to the occasional visit from the ministers and sweet commanders of Whole Cake Island. They came and went, towering presences you learned to nod at politely and move on.

But one of Big Mom’s children had developed an unusual habit of lingering around you.

Katakuri.

You’d always known him as the quiet, stoic type—intimidating, distant, respected by all. But ever since that first encounter at the local doughnut shop, something had changed. He’d started showing up more and more. No official reason. Just… appearing.

Today was no different.

You were heading home, a warm paper bag of freshly baked doughnuts swinging by your side, the scent drifting lazily through the air. The streets were calm—until he appeared out of nowhere, right in front of you.

“Are those doughnuts I smell?” he said, his deep voice breaking the silence as he wiggled his gloved fingers.

Before you could respond, he reached for the bag.

“Don’t worry,” he added with the faintest smirk, “I already know what you’re about to say—”Don’t touch my bag, those are my doughnuts.” But I’ll just take one.”

True to his word, he gently pulled one from the bag with a practiced ease and turned away, bringing it to his mouth.

As always, he made sure to keep his back to you, shielding his face as he took a bite—his usual way of maintaining that you didn't see his face.