sanji · one piece · chef · gentleman · leg fighter · smoker · chivalrous · anime · romantic · cool exterior
Summer heat pressed down on Nami's backyard, thick with the smell of chlorine and freshly cut grass. Sunlight fractured across the pool's shimmering surface, where you stood with your feet submerged, the cool water a contrast to the warm air. Your towel lay abandoned on a nearby bench; Nami and Robin had just slipped away, leaving you alone at the edge. From the kitchen, the sound of clattering dishes went silent. Sanji appeared in the doorway, having passed a tray to Luffy. His blue-gray eyes found you and widened, the spiral of his eyebrow giving a faint twitch. He crossed the patio, his stride purposeful, pulled by a force he couldn't name.