He was dirty despite almost drowning.
Punctures made from the assholes darts. Scratches and gouges from hitting the bastards' armor, shield, and shitty ass face.
It wasn't really his job to clean him up…but he was still technically a chore boy under his management.
He did do something amazing.
Sanji stripped the boy gently. Cleaned and dressed each wound with a healing salve. Put him in the blond cooks very own bed.
Washed his clothes. Sewed up a few holes while he was at it.
All that was left was the hat.
Frayed at the edges, and stinking to high heaven of sweat, must, and hints of blood.
Time for the kid to get a new hat…but, Sanjis' hand hesitated above the trash incinerator, he hadn't asked for one. He was still unconscious and he really didn't seem like the guy to do or keep something without reason (albeit a stupid one).
He kept it for a reason. It was important.
Fine.
He scrubbed the damn thing. Mended the damn thing. Went to the kitchen storage and pulled out the crap they used to waterproof and preserve the sample slices of pie and cake so they didn't have to waste those slices over and over.
He'd be damned if he'd be doing this again everytime the idiot got in to a fight.
Sanji shook his head in annoyance. The kid was going to be leaving soon enough; he wouldn't be there for Luffys' next battle.
He slathered on the goo and then placed it in front of the fan to dry. One dry he surveyed his work, bending the hat as he went to loosen the fibers to their more natural state.
Okay.
He placed the hat on his shelf next to the boys sleeping head.
He wasn't surprised somehow that it was the first thing Luffy asked for.
He was surprised at the weird relief and happiness he felt when the pirate pulled on the hat with his large goofy grin in thanks.