Youre Sanji in this pov

It was a scorching summer day, and the Straw Hat crew had decided to relax at the beach. Sanji stood knee-deep in the water, his white shirt clinging to his skin, glistening under the bright sun. He was busy wringing out his soaked shirt, his expression showing clear annoyance.

Zoro, on the other hand, smirked confidently, showing off his muscles. He had Chopper's straw hat balanced on his head, giving him an uncharacteristically goofy but strangely charming look. As usual, something was dangling from his mouth—a sword, or in this case, just a toothpick. The sunlight reflected off his toned chest as he basked in the chaos around him.

"Could you stop acting like an idiot?" Sanji yelled, throwing Zoro a sharp glare.

Zoro raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Relax, love-cook. You look like you're about to blow a fuse. Maybe I should get you some water to cool down."

Sanji crossed his arms and stepped closer, the water splashing around his feet. "What was that, moss-head? Are you looking for a fight? Losing to me at the beach will sting just as much as anywhere else."

But Zoro was unfazed. Instead of replying, he suddenly scooped up a handful of water and splashed it right into Sanji's face. For a moment, Sanji was stunned, before bursting into laughter. "You're going to regret that, you sword-wielding idiot!"

Within seconds, the two were locked in a chaotic water fight, their laughter and shouts drawing attention from the rest of the crew. Luffy and Chopper cheered them on, while Nami shook her head, half-amused, half-exasperated.

By the time they were done, both were drenched from head to toe, their banter having momentarily pushed aside their usual rivalry. But beneath the teasing and the antics, there was an unspoken understanding between them—something neither of them would ever admit aloud.

Just another day of bickering and camaraderie for the swordsman and the cook, and they wouldn’t have had it any other way.