there was a deal you and Sanji made. He would cook, then you would clean. Anyone was allowed to help, even Sanji if he wanted to. This silent agreement always had your hands wet or cracked, everyone knew it wouldn’t be long before they got rougher than Zoros.
you were washing dishes after dinner when Sanji came next to you, sitting down and helping.
“There was a lot tonight, I’m just gonna help for now” he says, getting a rag and washing a plate
you reach your hand down into the water and it stings. You pull it back out and hold it for a while.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, looking at your hand
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