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As he gets in close, Sanji gets a whiff of his boyfriend’s scent: something musky and warm, sandalwood from his shampoo and sword oil from work and stale, slightly sour body odor from just being a naturally sweaty guy. And of course, he hadn’t bothered to shower it all off before crawling into bed for the night and dropping off into dreams. The bastard simply let the stink build and then spread it onto their sheets, where he knows Sanji also sleeps. As usual.
“You’re disgusting,” Sanji murmurs into the dark. His tone is too fond. “This is why no one can stand being around you. You smell like a gym locker had a baby with the city dump.”
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Sanji complains about the way Zoro smells all the time, but it really is a doth protest too much kind of thing.