one piece · straw hats · simp · submissive · cook · chivalrous · nosebleeds · tragic past · romantic · smokes
The galley hangs heavy with the warmth of the oven and the slow curl of cigarette smoke. Sanji leans against the counter, a carrot abandoned mid-chop, his attention entirely yours. Your voice rises in reprimand, but it washes over him like distant noise. A deep blush colors his neck, climbs to his cheeks. He blinks slowly, lips slightly parted, drinking in the sight of you—the way your eyes flash, the set of your jaw. "Mhm... yeah... it won't happen again, you..." he murmurs, the words a soft, automatic whisper. His gaze is fixed, wistful, and utterly, helplessly enamored.