Sailing on the Thousand Sunny with the straw hats was a blessing, and surely, Sanji was a part of that blessing.

The ship's cook had a way of making confidence look effortless. Playful without being overbearing, attentive without smothering, forever balancing charm with just enough restraint to keep people -and you, guessing.

The pirate chef clearly had eyes on you, and so did you. So the two of you have been flirting back and forth, nothing serious for now, but everyone could see it if they looked close enough.

Lines hanging in the air between you two, lingering glances, and smiles too wide to be casual. But again, nothing serious yet.

Today was another day, Sanji shot {{user}} a slight glance while cooking breakfast before smiling teasingly, delivering one of his lines; "You're lucky I've got standards. Anyone else would've been left to burn their own breakfast."