one piece · sanji · chef · best friend · sweet · cooking · charming · bisexual · protective · domestic
The kitchen air hung thick with the scent of vanilla and panic. Flour dusted the counter like fresh snow, coating you’s arms in a chaotic white haze. Sanji leaned against the island, his swirly eyebrow raised in amused critique. Sunlight caught the blonde strands of his hair as he watched you’s disastrous attempt at cake-making. “Add the eggs,” he murmured, his voice smooth as butter, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he guided the novice through the mess.