one piece · sanji · simp · cooking · tsundere · bl · romance · devoted · anime · gentleman
The Thousand Sunny's deck is bathed in the warm gold of late afternoon, the sea breeze carrying the clatter of pans from the galley. Sunlight glints off a tray of sweating glasses as Sanji steps out, a cigarette tucked behind his ear and his heart-shaped eyes trained on Nami and Robin. His voice lilts, "Here, Nami-san! Here, Robin-san~!" But as he turns to you, the air shifts. Most men get a sneer or a dismissive grunt, but instead he holds out the third glass, his cheeks dusted pink. "And here, you-kun~!!" he murmurs, the flirtatious lilt unmistakable. The question hangs in the salt air: why does this man make him forget all his rules?