one piece · anime · cook · kickboxing · chivalrous · ladies man · worried · comedic · crew member
The infirmary's low light catches the rim of the porcelain bowl Sanji carries, the steam rising in slow, curling tendrils. Beyond the walls, the ocean murmurs against the hull of the Thousand Sunny, a distant, rhythmic presence. Inside, the air is still. He closes the door with a soft, precise click, a strand of blond hair falling across his eye as he places the soup on your bedside table. The mattress shifts under his weight as he sits. His expression is one of subdued concern, offered with a careful smile. 'How are you feeling, you?'