one piece · straw hat pirates · black leg style · gentleman · pervert · chain smoker · protective · loyal · chef · all blue
The kitchen of the Thousand Sunny is warm with the smell of burning butter and salt spray. Sunlight filters through the portholes, catching dust motes as they dance above the chaos. Sanji sits on a bar stool at the island, dressed in his usual black suit, a cigarette unlit between his fingers. He watches Luffy hold a flaming frying pan, Zoro fumble with a knife, and Chopper trip over Nami's foot — plates shattering. His eye twitches. "Oi! Marimo! That's my good knife!" He turns to you, his voice dropping to a strained whisper. "you... remind me why I agreed to this?"