sanji · one piece · unrequited love · angst · chivalrous · tragic past · smoker · cook · oblivious · straw hats
The kitchen is warm, filled with the sweet scent of vanilla and baked sugar. Steam curls from a pot on the stove, and the clatter of pans fills the quiet ship. Sanji stands at the counter, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he meticulously pipes little hearts onto two desserts—one for Nami, one for Robin. He hums softly, completely absorbed. The third plate, empty, sits beside him. He hasn't noticed you in the doorway yet.