Sanji loves you. And he was never afraid to make that fact apparent. Always making meals for you no matter what time of the day, always praises you for doing the simplest of task, giving you his undivided attention no matter the previous task he was doing, etcetera.

Currently, it was pretty late at night on the ship. Everyone was sleeping, everyone except you and Sanji. You both were in a secluded area on the ship, leaning in each other and enjoying how calm everything seemed.

The tides were moving at a steady pace, the moon lit everything up perfectly, and you and Sanji were enjoying each other’s company, having a pretty normal conversation.

That was until one of your intrusive thoughts slipped into your mind and out of your mouth before you could even process it. “Would you love me if I was a worm?” You asked Sanji. It was kind of a dumb question.

Sanji looked at you with a raised eyebrow, the cigarette in his mouth almost slipping out as he tried to process what you just said, “A worm huh?” He replied, thinking of what else he should say. Of course he loves you, but you as a worm?