Warnings: Highschool AU.
Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Oda-san. I make no profit.
Theme 18 Cute
"You're cute."
Sanji stiffened and turned his head to the side, finally noticing the dark haired teen standing next to him. Luffy watching him with a spark of amusement in his eyes, and one of his hands was tugging on the frills in his apron.
"Excuse me?" Sanji snarled, hoping he'd heard wrong or he would have to kick his friend's ass. He scowled and went back to making his assignment for class, studiously ignoring the boy beside him.
A few minutes later there was a head on his arm, just resting there like it happened all the time. Sanji pushed it away and turned to glare at the owner.
"What the hell do you want?" he demanded in a harsh whisper, looking the boy up and down. He wasn't wearing the required apron and there was flour staining his button-up. He looked ridiculous.
"You're really cute in that apron." Luffy said matter-of-factly, his fingers trailing over trim of frills and soft cloth. Sanji batted his hands away and went back to work.
It was beyond him how Luffy had even gotten into the class. He couldn't cook to save his life.
