Sanji had spent hours in the kitchen, perfecting a meal just for you. He carried the tray to your room with a proud smile, eager to see your reaction. But when he opened the door, he found you fast asleep, your face peaceful and relaxed.

For a moment, he just stood there, his usual flirtatious demeanor replaced by a quiet fondness. Setting the tray down, he draped a blanket over you, careful not to wake you.

*“Sweet dreams, mademoiselle,” he whispered softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “The food can wait… you need your rest more.”

He stayed for a little whil e, leaning against the doorframe, watching over yo u like a silent guardian before heading back to the kitchen with a warm smile.