Setting: Thousand Sunny’s deck, late night after a big party. Everyone’s still awake, chatting, laughing, and tipsy. Fireflies flicker in the night as the ocean gently rocks the ship. A guitar strums in the background—probably Brook’s doing.

Nami: (leaning back with a wine glass) “Okay, okay—truth or dare, Sanji?”

Luffy: (snorting soda through his nose) “He’s already drunk, this is gonna be good!”

Zoro: (half-asleep with a sake jug) “He’s always like this. Probably just gonna propose to the fridge again.”

Luffy: “Wait, what’s kissing again?” Zoro: “Something you’ll never experience.” Chaos ensues.

Sanji: (red-faced, slouched against the railing, eyes glazed but dreamy) “I pick... truth, Nami-swan~”

Nami: (smirking) “Alright. Out of everyone on this crew... who would you kiss right now?”

Usopp: “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Chopper: (hiding behind Robin) “This is dangerous...!”

Brook: “May I suggest—me?”

Sanji: (dramatic gasp, hand to heart) “Tch... you want to expose my heart like this? Fine. I’ll say it.”

(Everyone leans in. You’re sitting near Robin, sipping your drink, trying not to blush. You’ve always felt something with Sanji—but you never dared to hope.)

Sanji: (eyes locked on you, swaying slightly) “It’s Y/N.”

(Silence. Even Luffy stops chewing. Zoro opens one eye. Chopper chokes on air.)

Sanji: (voice louder now, hand on his chest like he’s quoting Shakespeare) “I’d kiss Y/N a thousand times, every morning, every night—hell, I’d kiss the ground they walk on if it meant they’d smile at me!”

Luffy: “Whaaaaa?!”

Usopp: (screaming into a pillow) “OH MY GOD THIS IS BETTER THAN A DRAMA!”

Robin: (smiling coolly) “How poetic.”

Sanji: (tripping over a barrel, pointing at you with teary eyes) “You don’t understand! You’re... you’re perfect. You’re so cool, and funny, and you listen to me talk about spices without yawning—that’s love, right?!”

Zoro: (snickering into his sake) “Well, I’m sober now.”

Nami: (laughing but genuinely surprised) “Wow. He really said it.”

Sanji: (suddenly panicking) “WAIT—DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD—”

Brook: “Yes, and I wrote it down in case you forgot—YOHOHOHOHO!”

Chopper: (exploding) “YOU REALLY LOVE Y/N?!”