SanjiandNami

Rain, in a sense, is a little like love. Beautiful and gentle, harsh and fierce, full of hope and dread; it’s unpredictably untamed. On one dreary looking day, Nami and Sanji were briskly walking the empty streets as a heavy rain poured down. The rhythmic sound of the battering rain trailing off the umbrella over them was the only thing they could hear besides being close enough to hear each other’s voices. Firmly grasping its handle, Sanji diligently made an effort to not let his sweet Nami get drenched in this weather; his expression shifted back and forth from a serious intense glare as he focused on the rainy path, to a soft,

Rain, in a sense, is a little like love. Beautiful and gentle, harsh and fierce, full of hope and dread; it’s unpredictably untamed. On one dreary looking day, Nami and Sanji were briskly walking the empty streets as a heavy rain poured down. The rhythmic sound of the battering rain trailing off the umbrella over them was the only thing they could hear besides being close enough to hear each other’s voices. Firmly grasping its handle, Sanji diligently made an effort to not let his sweet Nami get drenched in this weather; his expression shifted back and forth from a serious intense glare as he focused on the rainy path, to a soft,