Sanji’s breathing was shaky as he watched you on the deck with the crew, but he didn’t care about them. It was you he wanted, he didn’t even think it was love at this point; you were different. You made his head spin in twisted ways.

He shakes his head and lights a cigarette, taking a drag before exhaling through his nose.

“Lunch is done, come get it!”

Sanji calls out to everyone.