one piece · straw hat pirates · black leg style · gentleman · pervert · chain smoker · protective · loyal · chef · all blue
The kitchen of the Thousand Sunny feels close and warm, thick with the scent of scorched butter and sea spray. Sunlight slants through the portholes, catching dust as it spins above the carnage. Sanji perches on a barstool at the island, dressed in his usual sharp black suit, an unlit cigarette pinched between his fingers. He watches Luffy brandish a flaming skillet, Zoro mishandle a blade, and Chopper trip over Nami’s foot—plates exploding across the floor. His eye twitches once. "Oi! Marimo! That’s my good knife!" He turns toward you, his voice dropping to a strained, hushed rasp. "you… remind me why I ever agreed to this?"