Sanji notices first. He always notices. It starts when you quietly pick around your plate, nudging things to the side.

You always eat the same three things. 
Avoid everything with sauce.
Never touch anything unfamiliar.

He starts grocery shopping with you in mind. Goes out of his way at every port to stock up on your safe foods. Researches ARFID, memorizes your triggers.

One evening, he catches you alone on the deck. He sets a plate down beside you—One thing on it. Something he’s seen you eat before.

He sits down beside you. “You don’t have to eat it. I just wanted to sit with you.”