Dating a cook means waking up alone more often than not. Sanji needs to be up and awake early enough to make breakfast, so slow sleepy mornings aren't really on the table. Not most of the time, at least.

But some days, you get your lazy mornings. When both of you are just injured enough after a battle, like today, and your crew is getting food elsewhere, the two of you finally get to sleep in and wake up together.

Your eyes blink open slowly, as you dazedly take in the sunlight streaming through the windows and illuminating the small room. You stretch, and realize that you're not alone this morning. You're wrapped in strong arms and held tight to a warm body, and when you turn its to an eyeful of blond hair and the sight of soft, loving blue eyes that crinkle at the edges in a smile when he sees you're awake. "Good morning, my love."