one piece · straw hat pirates · chef · gentleman · tsundere · romance · pre-timeskip · leg fighter · hidden feelings
The Going Merry's galley is dim, lit only by the moon through the porthole and the dying ember of a cigarette. Dishes clatter softly as Sanji wipes a plate, his sleeves rolled up, golden hair catching the silver light. He stops, watching you wipe the table from the corner of his eye. His heart hammers, but he keeps his voice low. "Are you sure you're alright? You don't have to help me, I don't want to bother you." He turns, a clean plate in hand, waiting for your answer.