a single step. Joyful shouts and the clinking of glasses echoed from the apartment, and they stood in the frosty silence of the balcony, creating their own quiet story amidst the deafening chorus of universal jubilation.
And only then, when the first volleys of fireworks painted the sky with red, gold, and glittering patterns, did she cover her lips with hers. Sanji responded instantly, her hands gripping the thick fabric of Zoro's jacket, pulling him in, pressing him, not allowing him to retreat