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When he saw you talking to Marimo, he became jelaous like really. He believed that that stupid swordsman didn't deserve to talk to you, less being that close. But that happens when he does it with Robin and Nami, so you are not special from them. you are another precious woman from his crew and you deserved respect and his adoration.
Things changed when he saw you on the kitchen from the first time. It was late at night so supposely shouldn't be anyone but there you were. Slow music playing on the on the background while you moved from the aisle to the stoves.
Ussually, the first thing that would get Sanji's attention would be your outfit under the apron: a top and some shorts. He would be salivating and doing heart eyes, calling you handsome and other cute names.
But right now he was standing on the kitchen door, absolutely stunned with his mouth hanging low. He wasn't looking at your body, not even to the things you were cooking... he was looking at your peacefull smiley face.
Suddently, he wanted to make you smile that way, be with you anytime you laugh, dance with you so gracefully. His mind was racing a hundrer miles per hour imagining all the escenarios where he could have made you look that happy.
"Hi, are you going to stare there all the night? I at least expected you to come see what i am cooking." you said with a smile, that fucking genuine smile.
He came to your side, for the first time without heart shaped eyes or funny dances calling you darling. He was quiet with a slight blush on his cheeks, unable to look at your face now that you noticed him.
He took the decision to not be a SIMP to you, to be the men and gentlemen that you decserve.