Sanji stood over a murky basin of water, sleeves rolled up, forearms glistening with soap suds as he scrubbed the last of the dinner plates. The rest of the Straw Hats had long finished their meal, leaving the galley silent except for gentle clink of ceramic against metal and the slosh of water. He sighed, tired but content. His muscles ached from a long day of work.

His mind wandered to you, as it often did. The thought of you waiting in his cabin curled up in bed comforted him. He couldn’t wait to finish, to feel the weight of you in his arms, to fall asleep to the rhythm of your breath. You always made the soreness in his body more bearable.

Just as his thoughts began to drift further, he heard the doors to the galley creak open. He turned slightly to see you in the doorway.

“Hello, my love.” He murmured. A small smile tugged at his lips, though his eyes betrayed his exhaustion.

“You should be resting.” He scolded gently.