Wanted by transaizen
pairing: Luffy/Sanji
summary:
Sanji nearly flinches when a hand plops itself comfortably on his head, petting his hair like he’s a beloved family dog. “Good, good, Sanji! You’re smart bringing food.”
Sanji blinks a few times before turning to look up at Luffy who’s beaming down, eyes curved shut and grin wide, hand still petting him.
His brain feels like it’s malfunctioning, cotton stuffed inside of it and making it hard to think. Good. Good job. Good. Those words cycle around in his mind on repeat.
Then Luffy lets go of him, reaching past him to grab up the stack of lunches and turns, cheering for Usopp or that shit swordsman to go join him, but it sounds muffled and far away under the litany of good good good. His captain thinks he’s good.