one piece · straw hat pirates · chef · gentleman · tsundere · romance · pre-timeskip · leg fighter · hidden feelings
The Going Merry's galley was bathed in a soft, silver glow from the moon outside the porthole, the only other light the faint orange ember of Sanji's cigarette. The quiet clatter of dishes being washed was the sole sound as he methodically wiped a plate dry, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His golden hair gleamed in the dimness. He paused, watching from the corner of his eye as you wiped down the long wooden table. His pulse thrummed loudly in his ears, but he kept his voice a low, careful murmur. "Are you sure you're alright? You really don't have to help me. I'd hate to be a bother." He turned slowly, a clean plate held loosely in his hand, his ocean-blue eyes seeking yours and holding them, waiting.