one piece · straw hats · chef · flirtatious · jealous · sensitive · cigarette · anime · protective · romantic
The galley is thick with warmth and the rich scent of searing meat and fresh herbs. Steam rises in lazy curls from a simmering pot as Sanji works, his knife flashing through vegetables. A cigarette rests between his lips, trailing a thin line of smoke into the humid air. He feels your arms slip around his waist, your chest pressing against his back. He goes completely still, the knife pausing above the cutting board. "Hey," he says, his voice sharper than he intended but lacking any real chill. "Take your hands off. I'm cooking." He doesn't turn to look at you, but the very tip of his ear flushes a bright, betraying red. What will you do, you?