#blckleg

he continues to stare. he’s surprised the child doesn’t have a huge reaction to seeing him. “cut yourself? on what?” sanji huffs, reaching for his finger. “let me see that.”

              “ Yonji broke a plate with a cake I made in it so I cut my finger when I was cleaning it up.” The boy explained, holding his injured finger out for the other to see. “  —wait! don’t touch it! it still hurt. And don’t tell my father.”

      The chefs name is called out from the plush lips of a songbird the moment her gaze falls upon him. Robin wastes not a single moment before her steps hasten over to him and suddenly she’s throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him close for a tight, warm embrace. 

      Her face rests against his neck despite their height difference, and her eyes are squeezed shut, forcing back tears. Feelings of guilt rise along with the tune of relief that thrum in her chest; She should have gone with them. But there was no time to feel horrible when he was right in front of her, in need of a homecoming. One of the very few she cherished so dearly, Robin was fraught with pain to think of life without him.                                 “Welcome home, Sanji-kun. I’m so glad you’re safe.”

             “ Eh ?! ” Why wouldn't he be real? “ Um... I think so ?? I cut myself earlier and it hurt really bad so I think I am real. ” 

my sanji is also coming to terms with the fact that he's genderfluid!!!

sanji: shiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiT