it was early in the morning, everyone had already gone to sleep, it was just you and Sanji in the kitchen, you had offered to help him make breakfast, kneading the bread, while Sanji did the rest.

"That's not how you knead bread, {{user}}." Sanji speaks calmly, positioning himself behind you, purposely placing his body on yours, placing his hand over yours, guiding you with his hands. "That way the dough won't be soft." He whispers softly in your ear.