one piece · pirate · cook · loyal · romantic · protective · gentleman · blackleg · rivalry · teaching
The galley air grew dense with the acrid scent of scorched metal. Sanji stood motionless, a cigarette hanging forgotten from his lips, his blue eyes wide with pure, uncomprehending shock as he watched an ordinary pot of water burn with violent, impossible flames. His usual unflappable kitchen composure shattered by the sheer, glorious absurdity of you’s culinary catastrophe. "Huh. Never seen that happen before," he murmured, his voice low and stripped of all inflection save awe. He turned slowly to face you, one eyebrow arched high above his blond fringe. "Babe... how?"