32 Days of Sanji 2017
Prompt: Fight
“Nami-swaaan—” Sanji hiccuped, leaning into her. “Did you know I’ve never lost a fight?”
They were sitting aside from the impromptu party. Luffy and Chopper drank juice, but everyone else already had pinked cheeks from the booze (except for Zoro, who was on his tenth glass and had yet to show signs of intoxication).
“Oh?” she said, gently pushing him away with her free hand. She took a drink from her own mug with the other. “What about on Skypiea?”
“That doesn’ coun’, Nami-san,” he insisted, cheeks ruddy from the alcohol and eyes far too bright. “I wan’d to save youuuu—and Usopp, to a lesser degree—will you go out with me, Nami-swan~?”
His eyes watered and he started to cry.
“Or,” she continued, “maybe I will, if you can do a couple things for me.”
“Anythin’, Nami-swan, Nami-swama, Nami-dono—”
“If you beat me in a fight, I’ll go out with you.”
Sanji’s lip quivered again. “No fair, Nami-swan, I can’ possibly harm your pristine skin—” He stroked his fingers over her arm. “I’d drown m’self if I did—”
“Well, Chopper could fix me up.” Nami winked at Robin, who wasn’t bothering to hide her eavesdropping.
“Bu’ you’d be hurt, Nami-swan,” he wailed, clinging to her. “I’m gonna beat up anyone who hurts you! And I’d beat up m’self, too! I’ll set m’self on fire—”
He trailed off, mumbling something, and Nami looked down to see he had fallen asleep against her.