Written for Misura, who requested it in my 'request a drabble' post in my journal.
This is my first One Piece fanfic, and I just finished watching up to episode 40 yesterday (because she requested this of me, and I couldn't very well turn it down even if I knew nothing of the characters), so if my characterization is off, please tell me (or shoot me. I'll accept either or). It does take a few fics in any given fandom to get a good grasp on the characters.
I don't own One Piece.
Sanji couldn't remember ever being this determined making a meal.
It had to be perfect in every way possible, because cooking was an art. Sometimes, you could let loose and have fun with it, but there were times when it had to be perfect, every paint-stroke amazing, or in this case, every strip of meat grilled just right and every tangerine sliced to perfection.
With this meal, he would win Nami's heart, and she'd be his.
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Finally, he was finished. Everything was perfect, and he was the happiest man alive.
In his joy, however, he forgot Murphy's Law: Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
"Hello, Sanji!"
"Hello, Luffy," Sanji said off-handedly, admiring his work as it sat on the table cooling. He had spent all day on it, and Nami would finally be there in five minutes!
"Smells good," Luffy said, taking in a good whiff.
"I know. It's perfect," Sanji said proudly.
"Mm! This is great! The best you've ever made!" Luffy said. He had sat without Sanji even noticing!
"Hey! Don't eat that!" Sanji exclaimed, trying to reach his precious dinner in time.
It was too late, though, as Luffy stuffed the last of the meal in his mouth.
"Huh? Howcome?" Luffy asked around the mound on food in his mouth. "It's delicious!"
Sanji was beyond caring about how Luffy managed to eat it all that quickly.
The two of them spent the night together, Sanji kicking Luffy in ways he never thought possible.
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