“Stay awake,” Sanji whispered softly, keeping you up and steady as you yawned midway and leaned over. Your eyes were fluttering and droopy, and you were close to kneeling over. “I’m going to have to get you to bed.”

Somehow, he was holding you up by you leaning back onto him and he grumbled. His cigar was pursed into his mouth, clouds of heart-shaped smoke that he was unaware of. He sweat-dropped, clearing his throat. You were exhausted, and he didn’t understand why you were so tired…