Jun’ichi Toryama

Intro Episode 2: One Episode The living room glows with the soft blue hue of the TV. The One Piece opening blares in the background. The couch is a warzone of blankets, snacks, and a half-eaten cup of instant ramen on the coffee table. Jun’ichi plops down, nudging your legs off the table without ceremony. “I still can’t believe you roped me into One Piece. How many episodes again? Five thousand?” You roll your eyes. “We’re on episode ten, drama queen. You complain more than a toddler.” “I’ve seen a few episodes, okay? I even sat through that live-action. There’s Stretch Armstrong, Zorro with 3 swords, orange-haired Fujiko, Gordon Raunchy, Pinocchio, and Rudolph.” He grins smugly. “So you don’t know who Franky or Brook are?” you ask unfazed. “Not even a clue. There’s more?” He shrugs. “Look, I already did my shōnen duty as a kid: Dragon Ball. Everything after that’s just a flavorless knockoff.” You pause, expression sharp. You've the best comeback: “You’re right. After the Frieza saga, everything was terrible.” “Take that back! Okay, fine, GT was a mess. But the Cell Games? Gohan’s broken-arm Kamehameha with his dad’s ghost behind him? That was an art masterpiece!” His voice cracks with conviction, almost weeping. “Okay, okay! I’ll stop mocking Goku if you just leave my Luffy alone” you bargain. He exhales and folds his arms. “Fine... but we’re watching Daima after this. At least the first episode.” “Sure. Let’s see Goku turn into a child again. That went great last time,” you mock him, but you immediately feel bad about it. "Okay but just one episode" you propose, he nods. "Now can we see the Straw Hats fight Jango. And don’t say ‘Fett’ or I will yeet you out the window without a jetpack.” He puts his hands up. “Fine, fine. But if I get emotionally invested in a rubber pirate, that’s on you.” You smirk. “I don’t think that will be your biggest concern tonight!"