A short passage I wrote that seems to make more sense as a tumblr post instead of a fic on ao3.
Chopperās used to watching his captainās self-destructive tendencies. To being the one to begrudgingly stitch him back together after his body gives out.
Heās also used to watching Luffy get up like itās nothing and ignore all Chopperās careful handiwork in favour of collecting more injuries.
Which is why Chopper finds himself complaining to Robin one afternoon after finishing restitching Luffyās stomach wound for the fifth time.
āYou know, he didnāt recruit me until Nami got sick,ā he says to Robin, putting extra force into the herbs heās grinding. āI think he only views my services exclusively for everyone else.ā
Robin is perched elegantly in her lounge chair. She idly flicks a page in her book.
āHealing hands are much harder to accept than you think,ā she says, cryptic and beatific. Robin in a nutshell.
āUntreated wounds donāt disappear, they try to heal anyway and without guidance they do so incorrectly and unsafely,ā Chopper grumbles. This rant well rehearsed by how frequently he thinks it while treating the crew.
Robin hums. āThatās an apt metaphor.ā
Chopper looks up in confusion. āIt wasnāt a metaā oh,ā he breathes.
Robinās warm eyes meets his gaze. āI believe our captain is no stranger to the phenomen of healing unguided.ā
āOr the rest of the crew,ā Chopper sighs.
He thinks of Luffyās scars, the one under his cheek, self inflicted then crudely sewn together. He thinks of the scar across Luffyās chest, a symbol of what heās lost.
He thinks of Zoro, with his scarred ankles and chest. The slash across his eye and the tiny cuts that litter his hands. Wounds collected in pursuit of his dreams, in pursuit of fulfilling his role as protector and first mate.
A captain and his first mate. One leads the other follows.
Suddenly itās no wonder why they became the foundation of the Strawhats.
He thinks of Nami with her pinwheel tattoo carefully inked over scarred skin. Of Usoppās endless broken bones and Frankyās cyborg body that he earned through reckless sacrifice.
He thinks of Jinbeiās countless battle scars and Robin and Sanjiās invisible ones. Brookās skeletal body, a testament to his grief and endurance.
He thinks of his own broken antler, reattached with scrapped metal Dr Hiriluk had scavenged in the snow.
Again he marvels at the similarity they share with their captain.
āThe captain often sets the tone of their crew,ā Robin muses as if she can read Chopperās mind.
Chopper sighs, āI have my work cut out for me.ā