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but as you passed the galley of the thousand sunny on your way to grab a drink, the sound of sanjiâs voice brought your steps to a halt. something about his toneâeerily calm, stripped of its usual flirtatious cadenceâbecame a mystery so intriguing you just had to put your ear to the door.
âiâve been wanting to say this for a whileâŠâ his voice was low, a murmur wrapped in something you couldnât quite identify, yet it slipped under your skin with ease. an involuntary shiver made its way down your spine, as though he were right behind you, leaning in to breathe them directly into your ear.
but of course, he wasnât. and what you were doing right now was wrong, on so many levels.
you made the move to walk away as his muffled words went on, but you soon realised you just couldnât. you almost felt magnetised, your questions pulling you in despite every other rational thought running through your head.
cause after all, what was the saying? curiosity only killed that one cat?
something like that, yeah.
so, you slowly cracked the door open just enough to sneak a peek. the view wasnât perfectâsanjiâs back was to you, his lean frame managing to block whoever he might be talking to. still, the scene in front of you told its own story. one hand gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white, as though it was the only thing keeping him grounded. his shoulders were slightly hunched, carrying that telltale tension youâd come to recognise as his overthinking posture.Â
man, what could possibly have him so worked up?
âyou justâŠmean so much to me,â he spoke, voice clearer and softer than youâd ever heard it. slowly, he raked his fingers through his hair, sucking in a measured breath. âand i canât hold this in any longer.â
the thought sent a shooting pain right through your chest. you threw away all subtleties, craning your neck in every angle to get a better vantage point as your mind raced at a mile a minute. who could he possibly be talking to that meant âso muchâ to himâŠ
not that you were jealous or anything.
âi think about you all the time.â he continued, each word coated with a sweetness that could very well make sugar seem bitter in comparison. âthe way you bring people together, the way you laugh at all my jokes. iâŠi feel as if the whole world slows down when youâre around.â
i mean, it was sanji. he flirted with everyone, right? it was his thing. surely this was just one of those times, and it really wasnât that deep. surely.
âand honestly? i think i mightâŠâ he trailed off. your eyes darted back and forth in the sliver of view you had, heart pounding as if it was silently urging, no begging, him to continue.
â...i think i might love you.â
the idea hit harder than it should have. youâd spent so long brushing off his antics, telling yourself his charm was everyoneâs to share. but now that he wasnât performing, the vulnerable edge to his voice made it clear: whoever he was talking to truly mattered to him like no other. and the fact that it wasnât you upset you a lot more than youâd thought.
the ache in your chest twisted into something unbearable, and before you could stop yourself, you fully pushed the door open, stepping into the room. sanji whipped around, startled, his golden hair slightly falling into his eyes as he made way for you to see who he had been speaking to. and as you followed your line of sight, your gaze fell toâŠ
you blinked. âsanji, are youâŠconfessing to soup?â
the colour drained from his face before rushing back tenfold. âuh, love...just how long have you been listening?!â
âlong enough,â you replied, stepping into the room as your shoulders lightened with something close to relief. you then crossed your arms, trying not to grin too big. âso⊠is it a mutual thing, or do you think soup prefers to keep it professional?â
he groaned, dragging a hand down his face, his cheeks blazing. âi wasnât confessing to the soup, okay? i was justâŠpracticing.â
you blinked, the tension in your chest loosening just enough to let out a shaky laugh. âpracticing?â you repeated, your lips curling into a teasing smile despite the confusion still muddling your thoughts. âfor what, exactly?â
sanji shifted, his posture tense but uncertain, vulnerability radiating from him in waves. his hand moved to the back of his neck, ruffling his golden locks in yet another rare gesture of nervousness you recognised. the confident chef, always so suave, now looked almost fragile under the weight of his own words.
âfor you,â he admitted at last, the words barely above a whisper.
time seemed to stop, the weight of his confession crashing into you like a tidal wave. âme?â you managed to get out, voice trembling.
âyes, you,â he repeated, stronger this time, his gaze locking into yours. his blue eyes were raw, unguarded, brimming with emotion that made it impossible to look away. âiâve been wanting to tell you for so long, you donât even know.â
his words hung in the air between you, your chest tightening as you thought about his confession over and over.
sanji had been practicing. for you.
slowly, deliberately, you stepped closer, making sanji's eyes widen with a mix of nerves and intrigue. before he could speak, however, you brought your hands to his face, fingers softly brushing the edge of his jaw. his breath hitched as you tilted his head, shifting his gaze from the soup up close to you.
ânow,â you murmured, voice low and steady, your smirk curling into something softer, âletâs try that again, shall we?â
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