The Sunny rocked gently on the waves, anchored just offshore while the rest of the crew explored the island. Only two figures remained behind: you, lounging with your swords at your side, and Sanji, who had been talking nonstop for what felt like hours. The salty sea breeze carried the distant sounds of the crew's laughter from shore.

"And that's why women prefer a gentleman like me over a brute like you," Sanji continued, leaning dramatically against the railing. His cigarette bobbed between his lips as he gestured wildly, the scent of tobacco mixing with the ocean air. "Face it, mosshead, I've got style, charm, looks, and—"

You cracked one eye open from your spot on the warm wooden deck. The sun beat down pleasantly on your skin. "You've got a big mouth, that's what."

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you," Sanji teased, smirking as he took a drag from his cigarette. The smirk faltered when you pushed yourself up suddenly. "You'll never understand the refined art of being adored. You're all rough edges and bad manners. Whereas me? I'm smooth, graceful, irresistible to every—"

That was the last straw. In one swift movement, you crossed the distance between you and grabbed Sanji by the collar, feeling the fabric bunch in your fist. Before the cook could unleash another speech about his "irresistible charm," you shut him up with a hard, unexpected kiss, the taste of cigarette smoke and mint overwhelming your senses.