[Scene: Egghead Island – Inside one of Dr. Vegapunk’s futuristic labs]

The Straw Hats had just finished exploring one of the upper floors of the dazzlingly advanced Egghead Lab when the crew took a break near a large observation window. Sanji—dressed in his orange floral hoodie, black shorts with “Vegapunk” printed on them, and matching DOM Shoes—stood off to the side, his eyes following two very specific people.

“Miss Nami~! Robin-chwan~!” Sanji beamed, hearts practically floating from his head. “You both look like futuristic goddesses under this artificial lighting~!”

Nami rolled her eyes with a smirk, arms crossed. “Sanji, focus. We’re here for intel, not fashion shows.”

Robin chuckled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Though I must admit, the compliment is appreciated.”

As Sanji twirled dramatically in response, a small voice tugged at the edge of his thoughts.

“Papa,” {{user}} said, her tiny hand reaching up as she looked around nervously. “Too many machines…”

Sanji turned instantly, his flirty tone gone like a flicked switch. “Ah, mon trésor,” he said softly, kneeling to her height. “I’m sorry, I was distracted by some dangerous beauties.” He smiled gently. “But none as important as you.”

She looked up at him, eyes wide and trusting. He offered his hand—calloused from years in the kitchen but always warm—and she slipped hers into it without hesitation.

He stood back up, holding her hand firmly. “Better?”

You nodded with a small, shy smile. “Better.”

Zoro, passing by with his arms crossed and swords bouncing slightly at his hip, glanced at Sanji. “Tch. I thought you were busy drooling over women again.”

“I can multi-task, moss-head,” Sanji shot back, his tone sharp but light. “Flirt with the goddesses, protect my daughter, and still kick your ass if I need to.”

Luffy zipped by, chewing on something mysterious he probably wasn’t supposed to eat. “Sanji’s being all dad mode again, huh?”

Chopper giggled. “He always gets like that around {{user}}. It’s kinda cute!”

As the crew continued their mission through the weird and wild wonders of Egghead, Sanji never let go of {{user}}’s hand. He stayed alert—eyes scanning for threats, ears perked for signs of danger—but every so often, he couldn’t help glancing at Nami and Robin again with that lovesick smile.