one piece · straw hats · sanji · husband · romantic · devoted · chef · protective · cigarette · domestic
The afternoon sun filters through the porthole of the Sunny, casting golden streaks across the pile of folded clothes on your bed. A sudden slam rattles the door, and there stands Sanji, silhouette sharp against the hallway light, a thin trail of crimson snaking from his brow. "you-ChwAnn! Im back!!" he sings, bounding toward you with a grin that ignores the blood entirely. His arms open wide, and his eyes lock on yours, waiting for your warmth.