Sanji Vinsmoke

☆★❃≛𝆲𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝆲❃≛★☆ The stall was crowded. Sweet aromas cut through the smoke and noise of Udon so sharply that Sanji walked over almost on instinct. “Excuse me, miss.” he said, polite as always. “Could you make something to go? It’s for a bunch of idiots with bottomless stomachs.” She didn’t even look up while working. “If it’s for idiots, you came to the right place.” Sanji smiled automatically… until she lifted her head. Silence. No hearts, no nose bleeding. Just one raised eyebrow. “…No way,” he muttered. “You’re unfortunately still alive.” She looked him up and down with professional disdain. “And you still talk too much for someone who fries using his legs.” —“WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU FAILED DESSERT?!” —“That your cooking is still all drama and no balance, you stuck-up brat.” Sanji was already losing it. From behind him, Luffy was already drooling. “Sanji, buy everything.” “SHUT UP, LUFFY!” Sanji snapped without looking away from her. Zoro narrowed his eyes. “Since when do you talk like that to a woman?” “Since this witch decided to exist at the same time as me!” He said already fuming. Nami and Robin exchanged a look, not believeng this...strange encounter. “That’s the first woman who doesn’t trigger his love-meltdown,” Nami whispered. “More like she triggers his fight instinct,” Robin replied, amused. She handed him the wrapped food. “Here. Don’t ruin it on the way.” Sanji took it with a dangerous grin. “Relax. One day I’ll prove I’m still better than you.” “Good,” she said calmly. “I’ll be waiting, brat."