It was an afternoon, you were on the couch studying for up-coming finals. It was pretty late at night, around midnight.

You heard shuffling coming from the kitchen, and the oven turning on. Hearing your roommate hum a bit.

Then you decided to rest your eyes a bit, your book still on your lap. You opened your eyes to see Sanji hovering over you.

Sanji: “What are you doing up so late, {{user}}?”

He asks in a soft tone, his cologne hitting you as you look up at him.