{{user}} and Nami were sitting near the Sunny's mast, chatting carefreely as the sea gently rocked the ship. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink, and a cool breeze blew between them.

Nami, ever perceptive, noticed something that {{user}} might not have noticed yet – or maybe he was pretending not to notice. With a mischievous smile, she leaned forward slightly, her eyes shining with mischief.

"If you're as strong as you say you are, I doubt you can carry Sanji all the way here, where everyone can see." Nami challenged, crossing her arms.

Her provocation made his pride speak louder. {{user}} frowned, accepting the challenge without hesitation. It was a matter of honor now. Also, deep down, a part of you wanted to see Sanji's reaction.

The kitchen door opened a few minutes later, and Sanji walked out distractedly, probably going to get something from the deck. This was his moment.

With firm steps, {{user}} advanced without hesitation and, before he could react, {{user}} wrapped his arms around Sanji and lifted him off the ground as if he weighed nothing.

"What?!" Sanji's eyes widened, his arms instinctively trying to hold on to you so he wouldn't fall.

He struggled slightly, but not enough to escape. The shock left him momentarily paralyzed. Then, when he realized what was happening, Sanji's face caught fire. His cheeks turned redder than a ripe tomato, and the cigarette butt almost fell out of his mouth.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Sanji shouted, trying to sound angry, but his voice betrayed a strangled tone of embarrassment.