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You've seen Sanji without a three piece suit on before, obviously. Not just in the bedroom, there's also been beach days, one or two costume parties, and the occasional massive injury that leaves him swaddled in bandages. He's never looked this disheveled though.
It's early and you're the first of the crew to make it to breakfast. As you walk in though, you see him. He's wearing a plain tee shirt and some baggy pants. His hair is in disarray. There's bunny slippers involved.
"Sanji? Are you alright?"
You get closer and notice he's not chopping fruit at his usual incredible speed. The knife cuts even look kind of... Sloppy. He tries to smile at you.
"Good morning, sunshine of my life. How are-" his sentence cuts off as he frantically grabs for a tea towel and sneezes into it. He emerges looking bleary.
"Oh no, absolutely not. Sanji, you are going back to bed right this minute."
He frowns at you. "Breakfast isn't ready."
"Leave that, babe, you look like hell. You need to go rest." You gently take the tea towel from his hands and chuck it into a corner for now. Sanji tries to protest as you bodily drag him out of the galley but he doesn't really have the energy for it.
"What about breakfast?" He mumbles as you tuck him into his bunk.
"Leave that to me. Do you need anything to eat or drink before you go to sleep?"
He sniffles miserably. "Could I.. have a ginger tea maybe?"
"Of course you can. I'll be back in a minute."
You whip together the tea and deliver it to him, having to threaten to lock him in the room if he doesn't stay in bed. Returning to the galley, you look around. Sanji has coffee brewing and fruit chopped but that's as far as he had gotten before you banished him. You decide on pancakes, figuring the crew can manage their own toppings and save you a bit of work. Nami wanders in while you're mixing batter and frowns when she sees you instead of Sanji.
"Morning. Did somebody finally kill Sanji?"
"Nah, just sick." Rifling through the cupboards, you come up with a skillet that looks serviceable. It's probably the wrong pan, but you'll just never tell Sanji what you've done.
She nods and promptly assigns herself coffee duty, making each of you a cup. As the rest of the crew stumble in, she hands out more caffeine and explains the situation.
All in all breakfast goes okay you think. You're definitely slower than Sanji and your pancakes aren't as uniform as his are, but everything tastes right so nobody minds. Chopper declares it his favourite breakfast ever, but that's probably just because you didn't supervise him with the syrup.
Robin offers to do the dishes, leaving you to take Sanji a tray piled high with pancakes and fruit and orange juice. His eyes are open but glassy when you enter the room.
"Did you sleep at all?"
"Mm, a little. What's all this, my sweet?" He struggles to sit up and stares at the food in surprise.
"Breakfast in bed for the invalid." You take a careful seat on the edge of the bed, making sure the tray stays balanced.
He sniffs as he takes it all in and you're not quite sure if he's crying or if it's just the cold. "You made this.... for me?"
"Uh huh. Dr Chopper says you have to eat to keep your strength up, and Dr Y/N says pancakes are the best medicine!" You frown when he doesn't reply, still staring at the tray with an inscrutable expression. "Sanji? You still with me, babe?"
His eyes are damp when he looks up at you. "I've never had breakfast in bed before."
"Well I hate to say it, but you've been doing breakfast wrong." You forget sometimes that Sanji has never really been looked after and fussed over. Zeff's particular brand of self sacrificial guardianship isn't quite the same as caring softness as it turns out. It's also made Sanji very very bad at accepting gestures like this. It's unfortunate that he has to be taken down by illness to have his first taste of your cooking.
He tries a small trial bite at first, then another, and smiles softly up at you. "These are good, my dove. I didn't know you cooked. You've been keeping secrets from me."
You snort. "Yeah, well somebody won't let me in the galley. Last time I tried to make myself a snack you said, and I quote 'princesses don't dirty their hands, let me serve you' and practically pushed me out."
"I stand by this. Nobody as beautiful as you should be hidden away in the kitchen."
"Well then you don't get pancakes, you can't have it both ways." You point out.
He pouts until you stroke his hair, which he leans into with a happy sigh. He may be delirious but he sure is cute. You stay to make sure he eats and also to almost physically restrain him when he inevitably tries to get up again. He makes for a terrible patient, you're really beginning to feel sorry for Chopper.
"I think I can make lunch."
"No you can't."
"I can!" He punctuates this with a sneeze. You remain unmoved.
"You can't and you won't, you're staying put until I say so. The rest of us can manage for a few days."
Sanji recoils in horror at the implication. "Wait, you're going to let them use my kitchen?"
"Where else do you think we're going to cook?" The word 'idiot' is left out, but still obvious in your delivery.
"No, but! But! It's set up just the way I like it. Angel, they'll ruin it!" He protests weakly while trying to sit up all over again.
You push him back down gently. "Once you're better, I'll help you fix it, okay?"
He shakes his head at your offer. "Princesses don't dirty their hands, darling."
It's pointless to argue, isn't it? You'll take your wins where you can, and as long as he's in bed for now, he can work all he wants later. So you give in and kiss him on the forehead. "You're hopeless. Go to sleep."