β€οΈ γsanji worries about you & your sudden 'odd' behaviour
οΌcontentsοΌβͺ f readerγslight hurt w/ comfortγreader is chubby/fatγtalks of body issues & not eating . . πΰΎΰ½² wc: 1.4k πΰΎΰ½²
πotπ βΉ this is kinda self indulgent sigh . . && important! i wrote smth like this on an old account with a rather similar premise but it's quite different so this is basically a re-write of that :3
being the cook of the strawhats is a job that sanji takes extremely seriously, everyone aboard knows that. he always wants the entire crew to be well-fed and to wholly enjoy the delicious meals he prepares everyday without fail β and everybody does, never leaving even the tiniest morsel of food on the table, with luffy licking the bottom of the plates until they look like they've just been washed.
every one of the members ravishes their food.
it wasn't that you never did β when you'd first joined the crew, it was you who showed the greatest appreciation for his foodοΌthough second to the captain, important to noteοΌ, and you would always ask for seconds, sometimes even thirds! sanji would swell up with joy and pride as he served you, the biggest grin plastered across his face as he'd watch you, completely enamoured at the way you savoured his cooking and how sweet you looked as you finished off your plate.
oh, the sheer delight that would fill up his heart was something indescribable. seeing you relish his food so openly was one of the many reasons he'd fallen head over heels for you, making it his life mission to only cook and serve the best meals for you. he would die before giving you anything that was less than exemplary!
but as of late, he began to notice something . . . strange with you. how now you'd pick at your food like you were bored; how you'd eat maybe just a handful of bites before claiming that you were full; how you'd offer your food to the other members to finish off. none of them seemed to bat an eyelash at your behaviour β but sanji did . . . and it unnerved him.
"are you not eating more, mon amour?" he asks you as he sees the unfinished dish set in front of you. you sheepishly shake your head, pushing the plate towards him as you say that you're not too hungry at the moment.
and despite the smile on your face, he knows you're lying.
were you no longer a fan of his cooking? had he messed up one of your favourite dishes and this was your way of punishing him? or even worse . . . had he said or done something that upset you so terribly, you couldn't even stomach eating his food anymore?! oh, the horror!
sanji had had enough of this torture from you. tonight, he had told himself that he would get to the bottom of this and find out what was going on with you.
you're sitting alone on the deck with your head tilted up towards the inky sky dotted with blinking white stars. sanji watches from above, admiring your beautiful features that's gleaming under the pretty moonlight. each and every part of your face has to have been carved by aphrodite herself, he is convinced of it.
with a hammering heart, he slowly descends the stairs and makes his way towards you. you swivel your head around to face him, and gosh, he feels like his breath's been taken away.
yet . . . he notices how sunken your face looks. how those adorable cheeks of yours aren't as round as they used to be. how that twinkle in your eyes isn't as bright as they used to be. and just how tired you look.
sanji doesn't think you're any less beautiful β never! but his heartstrings still tug achingly, agonising over what could have happened for you to change so much.
"may i?" oh, ever the gentleman. you scoot across the bench to make room for him, lightly patting the empty space besides you. he sits down with you, not saying anything for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts and mulling over how to approach this without possibly getting you upset.
"is something wrong?" you ask him. he meets your gaze and sees that you're worried, squeezing his shoulder just a bit too tight.
"yes." he admits without hesitation. he takes your hand in his, holding it with such care as if you'd break if he put even the slightest bit of pressure. "i don't want this to come across the wrong way . . . but you're not eating. if you're dissatisfied with my food, just tell me. i'll cook it just the way you want! i will admit that my cooking style has changed somewhat so maybe that's why you can't eat my food. so whatever it isβ"
sanji is cut off by you sobbing.
he goes into full panic mode. "oh no!" he cries, clutching your hands to his chest. "oh i am so sorry, my sweetness. i did not mean to rattle you or offend you in anyway. please, please, don't cry. oh . . i am terribly sorry."
"no sanji." your voice comes out small, quivering. your hands hold onto his tighter. "i'm not offended. and i'm not dissatisfied with your cooking either . . ."
"then what's the matter, mon amour?"
those words leave your mouth so suddenly, it's as if they'd been trapped for so long and they'd finally broken free. it guts him more than any wound that's ever been inflicted on him ever has. you? ugly? those two words do not even exist within the same realm for him. it utterly shatters him that you see yourself in such a light. unaware of the chokehold you have on him. so unaware of just how blessed and beautiful you are. completely unaware of how his heart beat so wild when he first laid eyes on you and how it still does.
the next of your admission spills from your mouth before you can stop yourself: "i know i am not as pretty or as sexy as nami and robin are. i never will be. they're so effortlessly gorgeous, able to wear whatever they want without worrying about any flabs or rolls or whatnot. i'm . . ugh! just so jealous of them. maybe if i weren't so disgusting & fat, i'd have people fawn over me and look at me for onceβ"
this time sanji interrupts you: "i look at you all the time."
you blink at him . . stunned.
"i look at how perfectly every and any dress you wear highlights your curves. i look at how adorable the skirts you wear are and how unbelievably sexy your legs look in each and every one of them. i look at how insanely pretty you look when you wear those bikinis of yours, so full and soft. don't get me started on the way you look when you smile at me, so damn cute, it makes my stomach twist."
he swipes his thumb over your cheek as tears stream down your face and your bottom lip wobbles so dolefully. it breaks him all over again.
"i look at you all the time, do you know that? you are unbelievably beautiful, my angel. just as you are."
". . . maybe you're just saying that to make me happy." you pout, your nose crinkling as you continue to sniffle.
"i would never lie to a lady. especially if that lady is you."
a beat passes. then two. then three.
"thank you, sanji." you whisper, your voice coming out shaky and muffled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, arms wrapping around him as you envelope him into a warm embrace. he freezes momentarily. then wraps his arms around you, pulling you as close as he can to himself.
he doesn't say anything more. he doesn't need to.
he strokes your head ever so tenderly, letting your tears and snot drench his shirt. he hums faintly by your ears as he cradles you in his arms, just letting you relieve yourself of all the pent-up sadness that had been bottled up inside of you for who knows how long.
when you let go of him, your face is all red and puffy, tears still streaking down. and despite how disheveled you may think you look in this moment, he thinks to himself how he's never seen anyone more beautiful than you.
"what's say i make your favourite, hm?" sanji muses, rising to his feet and making you do the same. "you need it."
your face heats up at his words, as if too embarrassed to admit that he's right. "at this hour? that's too much."
"nothing is too much when it comes to you." he susurrates ever so lovingly. "and anyway, i'm not taking 'no' for an answer!"
that makes you giggle softly and you poke a finger at his cheek, "you're so annoying. ."
"only when it comes to you, my dear."
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