Vampiregarlic: Hey Grace-senpai! Could you write a fic where Sanji has a habit of talking to his kitchen equipment when he is (or thinks he is) alone? Cx
Look at this. I'm a senpai like whaaaaaat? Here you go cutie!
The kitchen was warm and housed the inviting smell of dinner being prepared, something mild and savory. A muffled 'BANG!' followed by the sounds of his crewmate's laughter drifted in through the door, making Sanji laugh to himself.
"Shitty morons." He mused happily, swaying his hips to unheard music. After thoroughly washing a mound of vibrant vegetables Sanji lowered the flame under the boiling pot beside him to a simmer.
He absentmindedly reached out a long arm and searched blindly for one of his kitchen knives while setting up a pepper on his cutting board. After pawing around fruitlessly he finally turned his head and snatched up the knife.
"Tch, I thought I said quit wandering off…" He mumbled to himself, slicing the blade through the ripe flesh of the vegetable under his fingers.
"Stop that." He muttered, unsatisfied with how the blade cut through. He angled the blade and brought it down again, the pepper crunching softly.
"I said stop that." He tested the blade two more times, but the cut just wasn't right.
"Well that's not okay. I thought I sharpened you yesterday." He said unhappily, holding the blade up to the light to inspect it, clicking his tongue. He didn't hear the stop footsteps entering the room.
"I'll just put you to the side and use…. You." Quickly selecting a new knife, Sanji went back to work at the cutting board. "Yeah, much better."
Sanji heard a low chuckle from behind him and suddenly hands were on his hips, a pair of lips at the nape of his neck.
"You're so cute cook." Zoro said into Sanji's ear.
Sanji elbowed the swordsman in the gut, but the other man didn't release his hold on Sanji.
"Shut the fuck up Marimo." He grumbled, trying and failing to hide the blush on his cheeks. A hand wrapped around his belly, pulling Sanji closer into the cavernous chest behind him.
"How come you don't talk to me as nicely as you talk to your kitchen knives?" Zoro joked in a gruff small voice, placing a feathery kiss on the junction between Sanji's neck and shoulder.
"I said shut up shitty moss head." Half-heartedly batting Zoro away. "I didn't know you were there."
"Yeah, I know." Zoro laughed lightly. Sanji stomped on the moss head's toes. "You're still adorable."
"Alright, time for you to go!" Sanji turned and pushed the swordsman away, ushering the gleefully laughing man out the door. He returned to his work station with a huff, picking up a wooden spoon to stir the stew on the stove, looking down at the utensil with a disbelieving look.
"Can you believe I actually like that guy?"