salty afflictions
sanji x gn!reader (no pronouns used), reader's pov
your powers come with unique dietary restrictions, but sanji's not one to back down from a challenge (especially not if it's you).
warnings: none, light fluff (please lmk if there are any i should add!)
word count: 1.9k
"okay," sanji says, tone verging on exasperation, "let me get this straight." he peers at you through his furrowed curly eyebrows, but there is no malice in his stare-- only disbelief. "you can't eat salt?"
you laugh uncomfortably at the question. the rest of the straw hats have their eyes fixed on you as well, waiting earnestly for your answer. most of their plates lie forgotten in front of them; only luffy is moving, shoveling food into his mouth with both hands, but he too is staring directly at you. sanji is standing in front of you, a matching plate balancing on one of his hands. your own grip tightens around your carrot as you shift and shrink under the weight of everyone's combined gazes before taking a small chomp to hopefully diffuse some of the tension.
it doesn't work.
it makes things worse.
the carrot feels like dry mulch as you chew and swallow it loudly. everyone else simply continues to stare, the moment dragging on as they wait for you to respond.
you let out another uncomfortable laugh once your mouth is empty before clearing your throat. "um, yeah," you finally manage to say. you resist the urge to slam your head into the dinner table at your eloquence and continue, "the salt content in my body would get too high. i'd be no different than a puddle of sea water. which would, um-- which would be bad."
you can't stop another laugh from defensively bubbling through your lips. sanji notices and moves away to put your plate in front of luffy (with him around, no food would ever go to waste). "well," he says, pointedly nonchalant as he takes his seat and leans back to take a drag from his cigarette. "i love a good challenge, and you certainly are a lovely one." a smirk forms around his cigarette and just like that, the tension in the room shatters. you throw a grateful look in his direction as the crew's attention turns away from you and back to their dinners.
"typical sanji," usopp says with a playful roll of his eyes before shoving a spoonful of food into his mouth. "still, that must suck."
"yeah," you say in response. "i mean, i'm used to it, but i definitely miss some foods. it saved my life, though," you say with a shrug, "so it is what it is." you take another bite of your carrot, larger than the last in hopes of deterring anyone from asking you any more questions.
you feel someone's eyes on you again and turn your head to see sanji staring at you. there's still a smile on his face and in his eyes-- you can't help but hold your breath as you meet his gaze. he's looking at you as though heâs just discovered a new type of fish, you think to yourself. like he can't wait to experiment and discover the best ways to filet, bake, fry you up.
unlike with the others, being under sanjiâs gaze doesnât make you squirm in your seat. instead, you find yourself feeling comfortably warm-- youâre always comfortable with sanji. heâs been nothing but considerate and thoughtful from the start, and you knew he would never do anything to hurt you.
well, he would never do anything to hurt any woman, not just you.
you ignore the turning of your stomach-- get real, he would never feel the same way about you-- and instead avert your eyes to take great interest in your carrot. wow, it sure is orange--
"you'll have to allow me to borrow some of your time later, sweetheart," sanji says, interrupting your riveting thoughts. "we'll figure out what i can cook for you. can't have you going hungry, now can we?" he winks at you and you feel the heat creep up your neck and into your cheeks.
âum-- sure,â you say, and you're sure your face is bright red. gosh, did you have to be so awkward?
to your relief, though, franky starts talking excitedly about his ideas for new upgrades on the sunny, and with that the flow of the conversation is thankfully diverted away from you and the side effects of your hydro-hydro logia devil fruit. you finish your carrot as quickly as you can before quietly excusing yourself from the group and scurrying out onto the deck.
and though you donât dare look up to confirm it, you swear you feel sanjiâs eyes on you the entire time until youâve left the room. but no-- thereâs no way. youâre imagining it, letting your fantasies get the better of you. he wouldnât have watched you leave, not when nami and robin were still in the room with him.
(if you had looked up, though, you would have found you were right.)
youâre sitting on a bench by namiâs tangerine trees the next morning after breakfast, absentmindedly flipping through a novel you borrowed from robin. itâs an unusually calm, placid day, the weather perfect and the soft breeze refreshing. the kind of day you want to spend outside and doing nothing. itâs easy to zone out the various noises from your crewmates: luffyâs joyful yelling followed closely by chopperâs worried shouts, zoroâs rumbling snores, namiâs playful teasing at usoppâs desperate rambling, sanjiâs... footsteps?
you look up from the book to find the blond man walking calmly towards you with his blazer slung over his shoulder, an easy smile gracing his lips. it grows as your eyes meet, but he doesnât speak until he comes to a stop a few feet away from you. âhello, gorgeous. got a minute? i wanted to get your thoughts on a few dishes i whipped up earlier for you.â
be cool, you tell yourself. be calm, casual-- âyeah, of course! iâd love to!â great job.
but you canât feel upset for too long, not when sanjiâs face lights up at your response. not when heâs holding a hand out for you to take. your cheeks grow warm (surprise, surprise) as you pause, taking in the sight of the kind man in front of you and his breathtaking smile, before reaching out to take his hand.
youâre hyper-aware of his fingers against yours as he gently guides you to the kitchen and canât help the wave of disappointment that washes over you when he pulls away to drape his jacket over a bar chair and roll up his shirt sleeves. he motions you over to the table before turning away to grab a couple plates from the kitchen counter.
âso,â he begins as he places various dishes in front of you, âi normally use salt in just about every dish i make. itâs a flavor enhancer-- without it, most foods would taste flat and bland.â he places the last dish in front of you before straightening and flashing one of his brilliant smiles at you. (if you were in a cartoon, your heart would have just doki-doki-ed out of your chest.) âbut thereâs other ways to bring flavor into food, and thereâs beauty in simple foods, too.â
you take in the various foods in front of you; each plate contains no more than maybe five spoonfuls of food, but there are so many. salads and soups and stews and snacks-- so many foods you hadnât eaten since getting your powers. sanji pushes one of the plates closer to you-- a colorful pile of leafy greens and veggies, topped with what looks like olive oil and a freshly squeezed lemon wedge-- and takes the seat across from you. âsalads, of course, are an easy answer. the best salads use fresh vegetables and high quality oil, and as long as you balance the flavors well, you wonât even miss the saltier ingredients like cheese.â
intrigued, you bring a forkful to your mouth, and-- wow. you never had been a huge fan of salads, especially since they now consisted of the majority of your meals, but this is easily the best salad youâve ever had. you clean the plate within a couple seconds, much to sanjiâs apparent delight.
and so he continues, explaining his reasoning behind each dish and watching intently as you practically inhale the food. âsanji,â you say in between dishes after what must have been over half an hour of food tasting, âthis is amazing. i donât think iâve had food that tastes this good ever-- not even before i ate my devil fruit. i canât believe you did all this for me.â
itâs his turn to blush at your words, and for some reason his bashfulness makes you feel embarrassed as well. you shut your mouth and look back down at the plate in front of you: cauliflower chunks he had coated in a spiced batter before frying and coating in a sauce made from namiâs tangerines. itâs true, though-- every single dish you had tasted had been phenomenal, so clearly made with kindness. you had resigned yourself to eating raw veggies for the rest of your life, and the fact that sanji had come up with a whole slew of meals that you could eat despite your power-induced diet, that too within a day of learning about it... no one had ever done something so thoughtful for you before.
your thoughts are interrupted by an unexpectedly acrid scent-- is something... burning? you look up from the plate, frowning, and almost immediately spot the smoking pan on the stove. âsanji! the pan!â
sanji, who had been staring at you with a dazed look in his eyes, seems to come to his senses with a few blinks. he glances backwards towards the stove and does a double-take in shock before leaping to his feet and rushing over to the burning pan. âmerde! so sorry, love-- i must have forgotten to turn it off-- i was so excited to see your reaction--â he hisses suddenly, pulling his hand back with a jerk.
âsanji! did you burn yourself?â youâre on your feet, too, reaching his side within a blink of an eye. you take his hand in yours without hesitation, eyebrows furrowed with worry.
âdarling, you should stay back, the fire--â
within seconds, youâve doused the stove in water using your free hand. you then turn your eyes back to sanjiâs burn, frowning in concentration as you coat the reddening skin with your cold water. âit doesnât look too bad,â you murmur, eyes locked on his wound, âbut you should still have chopper check it out.â
âwill do,â he responds softly, and you freeze-- his voice is so close. you were so close.
you look up, throat dry as you meet his eyes. you feel your cheeks heat up yet again, but you canât bring yourself to step away-- you canât bring yourself to move. âyou should--â you stop to clear your throat-- âyou should be more careful.â
âi always am, but something about you makes me forget where i am.â he must see the question in your eyes, because he quickly adds, âin a good way, of course.â
âyeah, um-- same,â you say intelligently.
he laughs at your response, eyes full of affection as they remain on you. âcâmon,â he says, softly tapping your cheek with his uninjured hand before stepping slightly away from you, âwe still have a few dishes to go.â
gosh, you think, stunned in place as you watch him move back towards the table. this man is truly going to be the death of you.
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