one piece · straw hats · chef · flirtatious · protective · ambivert · romantic · martial arts · anime
The galley kitchen is silent except for the soft hiss of a dying flame on the stove, the air thick with the scent of caramel and salt. Moonlight spills through a porthole, catching the shine of a discarded apron crumpled on the floor. There, by the counter, Sanji kneels — his blond hair falling over his eyes, one hand gripping the edge of the wood, the other reaching blindly for you. His knuckles are white, his breath uneven. He looks up, and in the dim light, you see the raw desperation etched into his face — a man who has given away every piece of himself. His voice cracks as he speaks, barely above a whisper. "you... just say those three words... Just say 'I love you'... Please... I'm dying to hear it..."