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Germa Kingdom - Age 7
“-b-but then Niji called me a baby! Just b-because I gave the puppy some of my food!!” He sobbed out, the hair in front of his eye soaking with tears. “I’m not a baby!!”
“I know, Sanji. Don’t listen to those three, they’re just mean.” The pink-haired girl wipes his tears, pulling him into a hug.
“H-how come they’re so mean, but you and mom aren’t? …Am I supposed to be mean, Reiju?” He asked, quietly.
“You’re not supposed to be anything. The person you are is enough, never let them make you believe otherwise, okay? It’s good to be kind. It’s good to show mercy. It’s good to help others, and sometimes you’ll get sad and angry and scared but that’s good too. Without feeling the bad things, you wouldn’t be able to feel the good things- like the happiness from seeing that puppy! Or the excitement from when Mom’s got enough energy to have us visit!” She took his head, still soaked with tears, in her hands. “You wouldn’t want to not feel that, right?”
“...I guess you’re right. But why are they so mean? Why are you and mom the only ones who love me?”
“Because it’s Mom’s and my job to love you, Sanji. Because you’re worth loving.”
“...But Dad says I’m too weak for him to-”
“Don’t listen to Dad! Or Niji, or Ichiji, or Yonji! The boys are just- just- they’re jerks! Don’t you dare let them make you into a jerk!”
Sanji looked up at her face; she was almost in tears herself now. He took her head in his little hands, mirroring what she had done for him. “Hey, I promise I won’t, Rei! I’ll be good, like you and mom! Promise!” He forced out a smile, and Reiju smiled back.
“I know you will, Sanji.”
The Baratie - Age 12
“What the hell did you just say to her, Eggplant?”
“...I said she has no taste, because that soup is-” A kick to the shins stops him mid-rant. “What have I told you about how to treat women!?”
“Yeah, yeah, that you’re s’posed to protect them, but why? How are girls so different from boys?”
Zeff pauses. “Well, women are softer than us, kinder. While we fight better, they’re the ones who can love better than men can. Women are able to show compassion that men can’t.” …And I worry that you won’t have one around here as you grow up. I don’t know if I can give you the amount of love that a Mom could.
“...So men can’t be nice?”
“No, Sanji, that’s not it either.” Zeff sighs, the rage from earlier dissipating along with the usual nickname. “Men can be kind, but women are made to be kinder. So it’s our duty to protect them, no matter what.”
Sanji looks to the ground. “Okay, I understand. …Sorry.”
“It’s alright, Eggplant, just make sure it doesn’t happen again. Now go apologize to that lady and come back to the kitchen or I’m putting you on dish duty for the day as punishment.” They both know it’s an empty threat, but Sanji heads back to the dining room anyway.
The Going Merry - age 19
The smoke from a puff of his cigarette clouds his view of the sea for a moment, before dissipating, as he sits atop the crow’s nest of the ship he’d come to call his home on one chilly night. Despite the chill in the air, he’d volunteered to take the night watch anyway - he claimed it was to ‘keep the ladies from being out in the cold,’ though he really just wanted a bit of time to think.
His thoughts were interrupted by one of the ladies in question as Nami reached the top of the ladder. “Hey, mind if I sit with you?”
“Of course, my darling!” He quickly scoots to the side. “What has you awake so late? Is it too cold in your bunk?”
She shakes her head. “Luffy’s snoring too loud and I can hear it from my bunk, so I couldn’t sleep.” It’s a bold-faced lie and they both know it - ever since he realized he could stretch his nostrils open, the captain hasn’t snored a single night. Sanji chooses not to call her out on this.
“I see! You’re welcome to stay up here with me as long as you like, of course!” He fawns, lacking its usual luster and annoyance.
“Don’t make me regret it,” she frowns, though hers is equally half-hearted.
They sit in the peace of the night, the only sounds for miles being the quiet exhales of Sanji’s smoking, a few birds singing a lonely song and the waves brushing the sides of the ship. Eventually, Sanji breaks the silence.
“Can I ask a weird question?” He chews on his lip - his cigarette has long since gone out and he hasn’t bothered to reach for a new one.
Sensing the seriousness of his tone, Nami decides not to make a joke about his pervertedness. “What’s up?”
A pause, then quietly, “what do you think it means to be a woman?”
She blinks, taken aback. “What do you mean? How so?”
“Like, what makes being a woman different than being a man?”
She pauses. “Y’know, I guess I never thought about it. Honestly, I don’t think there’s one single answer, I think it’s different for everyone. Everyone kinda experiences their gender differently, y’know? Something that someone thinks is boyish might be girly to someone else. Depends how you see it yourself. …Does that make any sense?”
Sanji thought it over for a few seconds, then looked to Nami and smiled. “You know, I think it does actually. Thank you.”
“Of course, any time.” She nearly asked why the question came up, but stopped herself. Maybe Robin is on to something about him.
Momoiro Island - Age 20
“Hey, Iva?”
He put down the brush he was using to paint Sanj’s nails - an activity Sanji had (‘reluctantly’) agreed to as a punishment for a sixth straight loss against him in sparring - and looked up. “Yes, sweetheart?”
Furrowing his brows at the nickname, he asked “why do you okamas dress like girls if you’re men?”
Choosing to be amused rather than offended, Iva laughed. “First of all, who said it was a choice, hm? Why did you choose to be a man?”
Bold assumption that I would have chosen to be a man if I’d had the choice, Sanji thought. “Okay okay, but why live like-” he gestured non-specifically. “-that?”
“Why wouldn’t I? If you truly value freedom, then you should live as whoever you want to be - man, woman or otherwise - and let everyone else do the same! Otherwise you’re being hypocritical, hm? How can you say you’ll fight for freedom if you force yourself to follow what the world says you should live as? I feel like you’d know that better than anyone, right Vinsmoke-san?”
Sanji flinched at the name. “Don’t call me that, you shitty-”
“Hey, hey! Calm down! I’m only messing with you!” At least let me finish painting your nails before you challenge me to another fight, yeah?” Iva laughed.
Interlude - The Strawhats
It was a peaceful sunny day on the Thousand Sunny. The late afternoon sun beat down on the deck, where a dark-haired archaeologist sat reading a freshly-bought book and enjoying the uncharacteristically quiet ship.
Or, it would have been quiet, if a certain navigator hadn’t been losing her mind all day, and as Robin watched her approach from where she’d been sat in contemplation, Robin knew that it was about to be her problem.
“Hey Robin, do you think Sanji’s been acting, uh, off lately?” Nami sits herself down across from her. The archeologist would have been lying to say she hadn’t expected this was coming; she herself had been noting distinct differences in the cook’s behavior as of late as well. The flirting, which usually ranged between amusing and insufferable depending who was the subject, had become half-hearted at best. He barely engaged in card games with the crew anymore - a fact that Luffy in particular had taken hard. Even his fights with Zoro seemed filled with less vigor, reading more like fulfilling a bare minimum and devoid of actual enthusiasm.
“Yes, I was wondering if anyone else had noticed, actually.” She set her book down in her lap and crossed her arms. “I know Chopper has. He seems worried.”
“Yeah, I know Usopp’s noticed too. So has Luffy, he actually brought it up to me a week ago.”
“I believe Franky is aware as well, as are Brook and Zoro.”
Nami gaped. “Even Zoro noticed? Then it’s definitely a problem! What do you think is wrong with him?”
“Nothing.” She smiled.
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t think something’s wrong with him. I think he may just have his mind on something, and I think I can guess what.”
“Really? C’mon, spill the beans then!” Nami grinned.
“Sorry, I’m not going to do that. This is something that is for Sanji alone to talk about, if and when he’s ready. Until then, let the rest of the crew know not to pester him about it, alright?”
Nami rolled her eyes, still smiling. “Ugh, fine, guess I’ll keep wondering then. You’re no fun, y’know that?”
She laughed. “I’m well aware.”
“I’ll leave you to your book then, enjoy reading… whatever that is?” She leaned over to look at the cover.
“Oh, it’s a new one I picked up on the last island. It’s about a prince who makes a journey to discover who he is, and it turns out he was a woman the whole time.”
Nami gasped. “Oh, that sounds… actually, that sounds kinda cool, do you think I could read it after you finish with it?”
“Of course. Now let me finish reading if you want to get your hands on it sooner.”
“Okay, okay! Enjoy your book!”
“I will, thank you.” As Nami ran off to wherever she was headed, Robin smiled. My hunch was right. I knew my lipstick wasn’t just disappearing.
–
Luffy had been noticing things.
Sanji smiled less when he cooked. He played games with the group less. He trained with Zoro less. He seemed wrong, somehow.
Luffy also noticed how Sanji had been staring wistfully into shop windows. For a while, he thought it was because of the girls on the posters advertising the brightly-colored dresses the store sold, but after catching him staring at a mannequin displaying a dark green sundress, he thought maybe it was about the dresses. Maybe Sanji wanted to get one for Nami or Robin? He liked giving them things after all.
But he also noticed how Sanji had been wearing less and less of his usual suit. Some days it would only be the button-up, other days just a plain t-shirt, or if it was cold out, just a hoodie. This was very strange to Luffy - did Sanji change his wardrobe during the two years they all were separated? He knows Sanji didn’t lose the suit - he’s seen it in Sanji’s closet in the mens’ quarters - but it rarely leaves there.
He also talks less, Luffy noticed, and talks quieter. He doesn’t yell at Zoro, and even if he would never admit it, his ‘flirting’ lacks the energy it had before, which is bizarre - Sanji loves girls! That’s one of the biggest things about Sanji! But now he barely even talks to them, or anyone at all!
Despite all this, Luffy isn’t worried. Why would he be? The rest of the crew have seen what’s going on, he’s sure of it. If something did happen to Sanji, he trusts his crew to help their cook; he’s their captain after all, it’s his job to trust his crew the same as he hopes they all trust him - especially Sanji. He trusts that if Sanji were in trouble, he would trust both himself and his captain to help.
Still, even if he’s not worried, he’s still noticing. They’re just things to think about.
—
Zoro was getting really sick of that damn cook.
Last week, Zoro had wanted a good spar, so when Sanji had made the crew food, he called it ‘way too sweet.’ But instead of fighting back, Sanji had just rolled his eyes! Not even a ‘shitty swordsman,’ no ‘fuck you, mosshead,’ not even a glare! An EYE ROLL! The nerve!
Then a day later when Zoro had called Nami ‘witch,’ something he was sure Sanji wouldn’t take lying down, the best Sanji could muster was ‘shut up!’ And not even yelling it, either, it was barely more than a mumble!
And on top of all that, the cook seemed to be making an active effort to avoid him! If Sanji was in the crow’s nest and Zoro climbed up to get there, Sanji would skywalk back to the deck! If Sanji was sitting on the bow writing down some new recipes, and Zoro even approached that general direction, he’d speed-walk back to his room! If Zoro were stealing booze in the kitchen, Sanji would LEAVE the kitchen - HIS OWN DOMAIN - just to get away!
As angry as Zoro was, a part of him that he would never acknowledge was also worried about the cook. Had Zoro done something to wrong him? He’d been distant for a while, but it seemed worse towards him. He wished Sanji would stop being stupid and just say what was bothering him so they could both get back to their usual fights - loathe as Zoro was to admit it, Sanji was the only one on the ship who could keep up with him - and quit the stupid moping.
So the next time he’d seen the chance, he took it.
Sanji was engrossed in his cooking, adding something to a pot of something else that smelled really good, and seemed to be so focused he hadn’t noticed Zoro’s entry. I can finally ask him what his deal is and he can’t fuck off! He shut the door behind him and leaned against it.
“Hey, shitcook!”
Sanji visibly flinched - weird - and turned around. “What the fuck do you want, moss-for-brains?”
That was more like it, but he’s still not putting any force behind it. He doesn’t mean it. “What’s your problem with me?”
Sanji looked visibly confused. “Where do I start? You’re smelly, you’re loud, you’re annoyi-”
“No, I mean why have you been so…” He gestures vaguely. “...weird lately?”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Sanji scowled, but behind the anger there was something… fear?
“You’ve been avoiding me, you’ve barely been harassing Nami and Robin, you won’t even sit down for a game of cards with Luffy and Usopp, and Chopper says you won’t tell him what’s going on either. So what is it?”
Sanji’s scowl deepened even further. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, the moss must have finally ate your brains, ‘cause you’re either hallucinating or you’re more of a moron than I thought!” Before Zoro could even respond, he continued. “And even if something were ‘weird’ with me, what makes you think I’d tell you of all people? You’ve done nothing but piss me off and cause me pain since I fucking set foot on this ship! I’d talk to a fish before I talked to you about anything, so do us both a favor and fuck off!”
Throughout the whole tirade, the blond had been marching closer to the swordsman until the last two words had been practically spat at his face.
There was silence for a moment.
Then Zoro made the first move.
“Fine. You win. I’ll leave. I didn’t give a shit anyway, but I swear to the dragons, if you make Luffy worry about you any more than he is, I will-”
Sanji turned back, walking back to the stove. “I get it. Leave.”
So Zoro left. Why wouldn’t he? Staying would imply Sanji’s words hurt, which they didn’t, and that Zoro cared, which he doesn’t.
Sanji cursed. “I shouldn’t have said that. I can’t take that back.” And if a tear did trace his cheek as he tried to put his focus back into the one thing that couldn’t push people away from him, then no one was the wiser.
The Thousand Sunny - Age 21 - Present Day
To say Sanji had a lot to consider would be an understatement. From the moment he reunited with the crew - and the lovely ladies - he’d been thinking. And everyone knows he has been, too - recent events have led him to the conclusion that his sulking hasn’t been particularly subtle. A memory of that night in the kitchen, of the brief look of hurt on Zoro’s face, flashed back to him. He shook it away. If even Zoro noticed, then he’s gotten way too obsessive with the thinking. The problem is, not much action has followed those thoughts, but today, he’s told himself, it will.
…As soon as he can figure out who to trust to support him with this action.
Nami might think I’m weird for it. Usopp can’t keep a secret. Franky is great, but I don’t think he’d have much advice on this… visions of a tearful cyborg and the sound of many, many “super’s” filled his mind for an instant, and he chucked before shaking them off. Chopper would definitely be empathetic, but I don’t know if he’d understand. Zoro- Sanji winced. That swordsman constituted his own issue to the blond. More accurately, Sanji’s emotions towards the mosshead were the issue. That’s an entirely different crisis for another day, he decided. Luffy is way too honest, I don’t think I want to know what he thinks, especially if I’ve been as obvious as I think I have been. Brook is entirely out of the question, which leaves…
He thought back to nights he occasionally ended up in the womens’ loft, dropping off a midnight snack Nami requested or picking up dishes that had accumulated. He thought of the times he’d secretly slipped a tube of lipstick off the desk of a certain black-haired pirate and into his pocket, making sure to return it sanitized and spotless the next night to the exact same position. I can’t tell her.
Who else would you tell, though? Another little voice, one that had been annoying him for months, chimed in. Nami? Zoro? We’ve established why everyone else is off the table. You know she’d understand! If anyone knows about having to fit a role you’re not designed for, it’s her!
Unfortunately, as it so often had in the past weeks (months? Years??) that little voice had a point. There was no better option, at least none who weren’t currently ruling over a kingdom of… Anyway. I need to talk to Robin about this today. If I don’t do it now, I’ll chicken out, and I… Sanji thought of the uncomfortable fit of his suits, of the sense of unbridled, but disguised joy he’d felt in that stupid pink dress, of the mix of sheer adoration and jealousy he felt around the girls he loved, that they’d gotten to have all the things he wanted for so long.
…I can’t live this way anymore.
—
For the second time in as many weeks, Robin’s peaceful evening of reading was interrupted, this time by the source of the quiet chaos engulfing the ship as of late.
“Hello Sanji, how are you?” The cook didn’t reply, just taking a seat beside her and staring off at nothing in particular. Ah, here it comes. Took him long enough.
“...Robin?” She set her book down. “Can I talk to you about something?” Before she could get a word in, he rushed on. “It’s super weird and really personal and uncomfortable so I understand if you don’t want to-”
“Of course.” He stopped, turning to look at her. “I’m always happy to listen, Sanji. What’s bothering you?” She smiled.
“...Give me a second to figure out how to say this.” He took a deep breath, reaching instinctively for a cigarette and his lighter, noticing only now that his hands were shaking - too much, in fact, to hold his lighter steady. He fumbles with it, cursing under his breath, until a hand plucks the lighter from his and rolls the sparkwheel. “Thanks.” He lights his cigarette and puts the pack away, closing the lighter and slipping it back into his pocket.
“Of course.”
He takes a drag, shakily exhales, and starts from the very beginning. He tells her about his mom and his sister, how the three of them were the only ones he knew who showed any kindness. About how Zeff taught him that kindness and empathy and soft, pretty things were for girls. About how the only people besides himself he ever saw show any love the same way he did were women. About how meeting Nami taught him that women don’t have to fall into the role of the helpless maiden he had been taught that they occupy, and how that set the seed that maybe he didn’t either. He talked about how Momoiro had taught him that gender isn’t all to who you are, and like anything else, your relationship with it is up to you, and that kindness and softness aren’t exclusive to women, and strength and power aren’t exclusive to men, and that no one has to conform to those categories, and that your ideas of gender are yours alone, as is your identity within them.
“...And so maybe I don’t feel like I am a man. I-if any of that makes sense, I mean- I know that was a lot and I’m sorry for just dumping it on you like that-”
“Stop apologizing.”
He did, in fact he stopped the whole train of self-deprecation he’d taken a step onto in the last few seconds right in its tracks.
“For one, if I had wanted you to stop ‘dumping’,” she air-quoted, “your past on me, I would have stopped you myself. Second, what you said about your identity? Of course I understand! I of all people should know about defying what people want and expect you to be! Your identity is yours to decide, Sanji, and I promise all of us will support you in it.” She smiles.
“Oh, that begs the question! Is there something you’d prefer to be called?”
“Just Sanji is fine for now. I’ve come to like it.” Despite where it came from, it’s a symbol of how much more I have become. “But, ah, if you could maybe call me ‘she’ instead of ‘he,’ I’d really appreciate it, if you wouldn’t mind trying.”
“Of course, that’s not a problem at all. So are you going to tell the rest of the crew?” Seeing the confusion written on his face, she continued. “It’s entirely up to you, no one can make that choice for you. Who you tell and when is up to-”
“They don’t already know?” He tilted his head.
“What?”
“I mean it was a little bit obvious, right? Even Zoro could tell things were different, I’m sure everyone already knows.”
“...That’s not the case at all. Everyone has noticed you’re acting differently, but no one was able to tell why.”
Sanji’s eyes widened. “You didn’t know this was coming? I was sure it wasn’t subtle-”
“I did suspect what troubled you related to this, but I couldn’t know for sure. When the rest of the crew asked me if I knew, I told them I had a hunch, but to not try to pry it out of you. I understand that most of them heeded my suggestion.”
“Yeah, leave it to the mosshead to ignore advice.” Sanji rolled her eyes. “Wait, but what gave it away to you then?”
She chuckled. “A couple things, actually. I’ll tell you some other day.” She paused. “By the way, if you wanted some lipstick, you could have just asked, I think I have one in a shade that would suit you.
“Wh- I- that- you knew!?” She sputtered, hiding her rapidly reddening face behind her hands.
“I’m not blind, Sanji, I notice when things go missing off my dresser - unlike Zoro, I still have both eyes.” She laughs, and Sanji can’t help but join in.
They stay sat on the deck for a while, discussing ideas for dresses that Sanji should try on - “I have an emerald green one that might fit you,” - and makeup to purchase for her at the next island - “Iva tried to teach me how to do eyeliner, I never got the hang of it though,” - until the sun had long set and the only light came from the open kitchen door and the moon in the clear sky.
“Y’know, I think I will tell them.” The blonde said. “About the gender thing, I mean.”
Robin looked over to her. “I think they’ll understand, and if they don’t, I’m more than happy to help explain. I’m certain everyone will take it well.”
The blonde smiled. “I think so too. I’ll tell them in the morning over breakfast - I should make a big breakfast for this! Pancakes, waffles, doughnuts, tarts, maybe some oshiruko if I have the ingredients for it-”
“Sanji, you know you don’t have to do all that, right? Bribing them with a gigantic breakfast won’t make them-”
“Oh, this isn’t for their sake, it’s for mine. If I have to just sit there and wait for everyone to wake up once I finish making breakfast, I’ll chicken out by the time Zoro gets his ass out of bed. I need to keep busy, and if that happens to result in a boatload of delicious food, that’s just a bonus!”
She chuckles. “I can understand that. I know it’s nerve-wracking either way, but if it helps, I would bet berries that the worst possible reaction any of them could have to this is Zoro saying that being a woman won’t keep him from fighting you.”
The cook laughs. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Nervousness doesn’t listen to reason, but I appreciate the thought anyway.” She looks up at the sky. “Damn, it’s gotten dark out. I should probably get to bed so I’m awake in time to make breakfast tomorrow.”
“Alright. I’ll see what Franky and I can do about getting you a bunk in the womens’ quarters tomorrow. Sleep well, Sanji.”
“You too. And Robin? Thank you so much. For all of this.”
She smiles. “I didn’t do much at all, but any time.”
—
The sun had barely touched the horizon the next morning before Sanji had gotten to work on breakfast. True to her word, by the time the first of the crew woke up, Nami was greeted by a veritable buffet of breakfast nearly covering the table.
“What’s all this? I mean, don’t get me wrong, it looks incredible, but what’s the occasion?” She gasped. “I didn’t forget someone’s birthday, did I?!”
“No, no! Don’t worry! I just had a bit of an announcement and wanted to make sure everyone was well-fed when I gave the news!” The cook smiled, placing the last of the freshly-cleaned dishes onto the drying rack.
“How bad is this news that it warrants all this?” She snatches a citrus tart off the plate.
“It’s… uh, it’s not bad, but, well, it’s different. It’s a shock.” The cook crossed her arms, tilting her head to avoid eye contact,
“I’m sure it’s fine, we’ve got a reindeer and an actual walking corpse on our ship, I doubt anything you can say will surprise us more than we have been.”
“Hey, that’s an awfully rude thing to call Zoro! Yohohohoho!” The corpse in question walks in, reindeer in tow.
“Man, we just woke up and Zoro’s already catching strays! That’s rough!” Usopp shakes his head, patting the swordsman on the back.
“New day, same shi- what’s all this?” Zoro stops his grouching, eyes widening at the display of food in front of him.
“I don’t know, but it looks SUPER good!!” Franky pushes past Zoro to claim a chair, as Robin follows behind with a chuckle.
“I smell food!!!” Their captain rushes in, nearly knocking Brook and Usopp over in his haste.
“Hey, no one is eating yet! Sit down, sit down!” The cook shouts, and the crew takes their seats with minimal grumbling.
“So before I let you all dig in, there’s something I have to tell you.” A moment of concern spread through the room and across the faces of all the pirates, except Robin. “I… I think I’m… it’s…” she took a deep inhale. Another moment of silence, then “I can’t say it. Robin?” The cook hid her face in her hands.
“Want me to explain what you told me?” The archeologist asked. The cook nodded, still hidden behind her hands.
“Okay. So you all remember Yamato?”
“How could I forget? He’s so cool!” Luffy grinned.
“And you remember how Yamato was born a girl but now is a boy?”
Zoro chimed in. “A bit like how Ivankov was born a man but is now kinda both?”
“Right,” Robin answered. “So Sanji is realizing that ‘he’ may be a ‘she.’”
“Oh! So like Yamato but in reverse? That’s neat!” Luffy said, not waiting for an answer to his own question.
Meanwhile, Nami was silently, but very visibly, celebrating. “So I have a new subject to test makeup on?”
“If she’s open to it, I will happily give up the experience of being the guinea pig you test your new blush and concealer on,” Robin answers.
The rest of the responses ranged from tearful ‘super’-filled congratulations, to see-through lies about a friend who magically became a woman one time, to questions about any medical changes that would increase her comfort, which itself was greeted with some surprisingly inclusive yet extremely dirty jokes about removal of a bone. All the strawhats were in agreement about the exciting new development of their crewmate except for one, who sat uncharacteristically still and quiet in deep thought.
“Hey, cook?” The swordsman asked, breaking his silence. “Is that what was making you upset that night in the kitchen?”
“...Yeah. I didn’t know how you’d react and I didn’t really have it sorted myself at the time, so I lashed out. I’m sorry.”
“No, you shouldn’t be. I was specifically told not to pry and in hindsight, I was being a pretty huge asshole, knowing what I know now. And I’m never gonna say it again so you better savor this, but I’m sorry.” Zoro gave a light smile, which Sanji responded to in kind.
“It’s alright, it was a rough night, I won’t hold it against you.” A pause, then “...so you’re okay with me being a woman?”
He shrugged. “Does it matter? You’re you no matter what anyone else thinks, so me being okay with it doesn’t change anything anyway. But yeah, of course I’m okay with it, except unlike you, I will kick your ass regardless of your gender.” He grins.
“Oh you wish, mosshead.” Never thought I’d see the day when a threat from that marimo was a reassurance. She laughed.
“Hey, Sanji-chan!” Nami called from across the table, where everyone else had managed to make a significant dent in the mass of food that once filled the table. “Can I borrow you after breakfast? I have some old dresses that I think would look good on you, and I wanna do your makeup!”
“Of course, Nami-swaaan!” Zoro rolls his eyes. Some things never change - that’s still the same Sanji the crew loves, even if some would never admit it.