Same prompt as before, (Carousel). Was dared by helendragon to write a serious luffyxsanji drabble, so BLAME HER!
He always found that his eyes lingered for too long, hand resting on the boy's head a moment more then it should.
His captain never seemed to notice, and for awhile, Sanji was willing to believe the boy was just that oblivious, but…
But sometimes he had to wonder, when he caught the rubber boy watching him, expression serious in a way that made a chill run down the cook's spine. It only took a moment for Luffy to give him a face-splitting grin and ask for meat.
Sanji told himself it was nothing, the kid was just weird. He was an idiot, and everything went right over his head except when they didn't and he noticed so much more then everyone else and it was scary just how much the kid saw and—
Sanji stopped himself, reasoning that going mad wouldn't help anything. His mind was chasing itself, going nowhere, filled with thoughts of the dark haired boy with eyes too large, heart too big. His mind wheeled closer to the subject of his distress, then wheeled away just to come back to it again. He didn't know how much he could take.
He didn't trust himself alone with the boy before long, didn't trust his ability to not take advantage of that sweet trusting nature, didn't trust his own willpower when faced with large, innocent eyes.
And before long, Sanji noticed that Zoro didn't seem to, either. When Luffy hung back in the galley after dinner (which was becoming more and more frequent of an occasion), Sanji noticed Zoro followed suit, sitting with a mug of rum and watched the blond with a cold, scrutinizing gaze whenever his attention wasn't caught by Luffy.
So here sat the perfect trio; The Boy, his Guardian, and The Resident Pervert.
Perfect.