One of the few times I liked being around Sanji was when he didn't know I was around and he was cooking.
Sanji would drop just about anything for any of the women on the crew and it drove me nuts. It's like we had a hold of his balls and were squeezing them threateningly whenever he saw us. He'd run to do our bidding like we were going to crush his balls if he didn't. And it pissed me off.
But, I loved watching Sanji cook.
He looked peaceful, content, focused, like he couldn't belong anywhere else but in the kitchen. His eyes were devoid of that stupid heart and he had an unlit cigarette in his mouth. One of the few times he didn't smoke was when he was cooking. And he moved like a dancer, lithe, balanced, graceful.
He danced around the kitchen smoothly. Switching from one dish to the next. Pausing to taste something and add a dash more of a spice or another before going to another dish and doing the same. It was like watching the intricate inner working of some sort of well oiled machine. The moves flowed together like it was one huge move instead of a series of motions.
"Cook-watching again, Hikari?"
I nearly jumped out of my skin at Zoro's sudden question.
"Shhh! Don't let him know I'm here. He'll go all heart-eyed again. It's not natural. It's like all girls have his balls in a vise grip and are threatening to destroy them if he doesn't bend to our every whim." I hissed back.
"Why do you like watching the ero-cook anyway?" Zoro snorts.
I shrugged. "I don't know. I like being around him when he doesn't realize I'm around, you know what I mean? He doesn't go all heart-eyed and twitterpated." I made a gesture with my hand, almost to say look there.
"Twitterpated?" Zoro snorts loudly at that.
"Love-sick. Infatuated. Googily-eyed. Smitten. Love-struck. Whatever you wanna call it."
"Sounds like him." Zoro stated.
"I know. Now shut up so I can cook-watch without him going googily-eyed over me." I hissed.
I turned to do just that only to realize the food had been pulled off the burners and Sanji was no where to be seen.
"Hey Zoro? Did you see where Sanji went?" I turned to look at Zoro but he was gone and Sanji was standing there with his arms crossed lazily puffing on a cigarette.
Crap.
"So you don't like when I go all, what did you call it? Oh yeah, heart-eyed over you?"
I winced at that. When he said it that way it sounded harsh and mean. I hadn't meant it to be rude.
"Um, well, uh, it's just that, ah..." I struggled to find a way to nicely let him down.
"Yes?" A swirly eyebrow was raised.
"You're so fake when you're around us. You go all lovey-dovey and act like a complete idiot. Come on, Sanji. I know you're smart. You're an awesome cook. You've got good looks. It's just you're so fake when you're around girls. It seems like it's a chore to be around us. So I like watching you when you aren't around us. You're much more natural. I feel like I get to see the real you."
Sanji gaped. An unusual and unflattering expression. Especially when faced with a female.
While he was distracted I decided it was time to vanish.
A/n: I had this one mostly written up for a while but I had no clue how to end them until now.
It's still just nakamaship. Sorry Sanji lovers. Hikari hates smoking, if you didn't notice so that probably won't happen...
Give me a prompt and I'll try to see if I can write a drabble off it. :D