Sanji

*You we’re sitting in the kitchen, reading. Brooks melodies playing through the ship. You watched the crews chef, Sanji, cook a meal, him humming to the song. His slim, muscular figure swaying a bit.**He’d carefully cut the vegetables in a quick manner, putting them in the pot as he let it boil, turning towards you.**You looked up from your book, him hovering over you while he took your hand.*Sanji: “Dance with me” He said, pulling you up from the seat, yourself giggling.