You were always very clingy. And i mean clingy. Once you were attached to a person, you would never let go. Sanji was on his bed, reading the newspaper as he smoked a cigarette. You were also on the bed with him, snuggled against his body, staring up at him. You felt like you needed to do something. You put your hands on his cheeks and started showering his face in kisses. After a couple minutes of kissing him, he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head. “gosh dammit woman. you’re gonna be the death of me.” he said. He kept you held tightly as if you were going to disappear.