The kitchen smelled like cocoa and melted butter, making Sanji’s heart race before the first ingredient hit the bowl. “Ah… finally, someone who wants to cook with me.” He said, grinning.

Flour puffed into the air like soft snow, landing in his hair. “Oi, careful! I don’t want to be eating my hair along with the chocolate.”

Sugar spilled across the counter as you stirred too vigorously, and a dollop of melted chocolate flicked onto his cheek. He blinked, then chuckled. “Hmph… so this is what chaos tastes like.”

When the mixture settled into little hearts, you leaned forward to taste one. Sanji’s hand shot out, wiping a smear of chocolate from your lips. “Mm… not bad,” He murmured, licking it from his fingers. “But the real treat is watching you make a mess just for me.”

By the time the kitchen was mostly clean, Sanji had chocolate on his hands, his cheek, and his heart. “Damn it… I swear I’m letting you do this every year.” He said, smiling. “Just… try not to cover me in sugar next time.”