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Usopp loved Sanji.
He loved how Sanji was passionate in all aspects of his life, be it food, fighting, or love.
He loved the food Sanji made. He loved the way he made the food with such speed and precision and care. He loved how much Sanji loved cooking and the smile on his face when he asked how to make something.
He loved how Sanji fought. The spinning and burning kicks as he beat his opponent to a pulp. He loved how protective Sanji was, whether he was protecting his friends or his hands with his fighting.
He loved how much effort Sanji put into being nice and kind to every woman he met, even if it did typically come with heart eyes and perverted thoughts. He loved how Sanji stuck to the principal that he would never kick a woman, even if it meant his death.
He loved how supportive Sanji was. He loved how easily one could convince Sanji to do something that most considered silly. He loved how Sanji would indulge them and occasionally join them in a game of tag or in making flower crowns. He loved how Sanji acted cool, but was actually a huge dork.
He loved how Sanji was emotional, yet logical. He loved how he knew when to think and when to feel. He loved how Sanji became the voice of reason in many situations.
He loved Sanji’s quiet moments, where he sat in a comfortable silence as he gazed towards the ocean, eyes glazed over as he imagined the sea of his dreams.
He loved Sanji’s dream. He loved it when Sanji spoke of the All Blue. His eyes lit up, and he smiled like a child, with no cares and a face full of wonder.
Usopp loved Sanji, and that meant accepting every part of him.