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[jesperr-fahey]

how about something with sanji + usopp for the prompts thing?

oohhh anon you've been reading my liveblogs haven't you. you know i'm insane about them rn don't you. the random word i generated is piano which is an interesting one!! here's what i've got :) don't ask any plot questions i don't have a plot

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"We should keep moving," Sanji says, glancing behind, in front, around. The room is quiet and empty, and so are the hallways that he can see, but that doesn't mean they'll stay that way.

"Sanji, come on," Usopp responds with a laugh, spreading his arms wide and looking around. "This place is abandoned. If we can find some old paperwork, it might be helpful, but the guy we're looking for isn't here. And this place is gorgeous."

He has a point there, at least. It might be abandoned, but it's still a mansion, complete with a massive entryway, a grand staircase with gilded railings, and this room they're in now- a ballroom, almost, but smaller, for more intimate dances and performances. Some of the furniture is gone, looted or lost, but the floor is clearly meant for dancing, and there's still a grand piano in the corner, too large and heavy to be moved.

"Come on," Usopp says again, bouncing on his feet. "I'm sure we'll find a kitchen eventually, and you'll want to explore that. Why can't I explore this?"

Sanji sighs, already knowing that he's going to give in. "What interest do you have in a room like this one?" he asks, because he has a reputation to uphold, dammit, and he can't just say yes and be done with it.

Usopp's grin grows softer, mistier. "Kaya had a music room. I didn't actually go inside her house very often, but sometimes she'd sneak me in and try to teach me how to play the piano. I wasn't very good, but it made her laugh. I probably still remember the one thing she managed to teach me."

Sanji doesn't know Kaya- never got the chance to meet the woman from Usopp's home who gifted them the Merry- and he doesn't know much about her, either. Usopp clearly cares about her even still, but it's something he keeps close. His eyes are distant now, though, clearly thinking about her, about home, and Sanji knows how quickly that introspection can turn to grief, so he blurts out, "Go on, then."

"What?" Usopp asks, blinking the emotion away.

"Go on," Sanji repeats, waving a hand towards the piano as if he doesn't care. "You said you still remember."

Slowly, Usopp's face grows back into a grin, and he practically hops and skips over to the piano, brushing some of the dust off of clearly unused keys.

Sanji crosses his arms, watching, as Usopp takes two fingers and begins to pluck out a tune. It's a strange melody, with a quick tempo, dancing between dissonant tones and simple harmony, odd and lovely all at once.

Usopp's tongue sticks out between his teeth as he concentrates, and Sanji allows a small fond smile to dance across his lips. They'll be here a little longer than intended, but that's okay. That's worth it.

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(send me a character or pairing and i'll generate a random word and write you a drabble!)

[tangerinesmoke]

bento

based on this art by iga_guri which was inspired by Nami’s Nissin Cup Noodles commercial

——–

“How do you do, everyone? My name is Nami. Please take care of me for the rest of our senior year!” The orange-haired transfer student cheerfully exclaims as she bows her head in front of the class. Everyone applauds calmly, but there’s one boy who does it differently from the rest.

“Psst, Zoro.” Usopp lightly kicks the chair in front of him.

The mosshead yawns loudly without looking back. “What?”

“Something’s wrong with Sanji.”

“Everything’s wrong about him, what do you mean?”

“Not that! He’s not exuding hearts at the new girl!”

“Who cares? At least he’s not being annoying for a change.” Zoro replies nonchalantly.

Usopp eyes Sanji, whose mouth is slightly opened, but surprisingly behaving well on his seat. “It’s heckin’ weird, man.”

Zoro flicks an eraser at his blonde seatmate’s head. “Oi, are you dead or dead? Choose one.”

Sanji touches his head at the friction but his eyes never leave the transfer student.

Zoro raises an eyebrow at him. “Hmm? It’s not really unusual behavior. Probably just delayed reaction.” Zoro picks up the eraser that bounced not so far from him and proceeds to sleep on his chair.

Sanji, still not minding the hard eraser that his marimo friend threw at him, says “I think I’m in love,” with his mouth gaped open and cheeks blushing.

———

Not long enough, Usopp realizes Zoro was right about the delayed reaction when Sanji finally finds an opportunity to talk to the transfer student right before break time, and has radiated  hearts like there’s no other girl he would do it for an hour later.

“Nami-san, oh Nami-san, your name is so beautiful! As beautiful as your laugh!”

Nami gives him a blank stare, which surprises Sanji. The orange-haired beauty, realizing the awkwardness of the situation, quickly changes the expression on her face and smiles at him with ease.

“Haha, thanks for the compliment! Your name is?”

Sanji fixes his composure. “My name is Sanji. Nice to meet you! Since it’s break time, shall we eat lunch together, Nami-san?”

Nami looks down on her notebook. “Oh, I’m not so hungry.”

“Eh? Come on now, Nami-san. You won’t be saying that once you see my bento.”

“What?”

“I always bring a lot of food that I cooked myself! ” Sanji hurriedly runs to his bag to get his bento and show Nami. “Here, have a look!”

Sanji proudly opens his bento and it was the most beautiful packed lunch that Nami has seen. It includes a little bit of everything: onigiri, tonkatsu, shrimp, veggies, and fruits like strawberries and sliced apples. He even has a small container for seaweed soup. Her stomach suddenly growls loudly.

“See, I told you, Nami-san! So let’s eat?” Sanji’s eyes turn into hearts by now, which makes the transfer student back off a little.

“Um, well. Sure!” Nami opens her bag and on the side of her books is a small plastic containing one piece of melon pan with a bite on it. She quickly hides it from view. Sanji sees it, however, but pretends that he didn’t.

“Um, it seems I forgot my lunch box…” Nami says nervously.

“Ah, then I’ll share my food with you!” Sanji exclaims.

“Really? You’re my savior!” Nami hugs Sanji around his neck, which turns the blonde almost into a puddle of goo on the floor.

Nami eats too heartily with the extra chopsticks he provides her, as though she didn’t eat anything for two days. Sanji smiles, but can’t forget the face while she’s eating and the face she made when she first looked at him.

———

“Perona, let’s go? We’re going to be late for cram classes.” Tashigi pushes her eyeglasses while looking at her friend who’s panicking slightly. 

“Something wrong?”

The richest student of Class 3-B keeps rummaging her huge bag and books. “I can’t see my Givenchy crossbody bag?”

“What? You just bought it two days ago, didn’t you?” Tashigi asks worriedly.

“I know! It’s not like I can’t buy another but…Dad’s still going to get mad.” Perona pouts.

“We need to find it. Ask around these guys and I’ll go back to the girls’ restroom. I’ll check if you left it there earlier?”

“Okay, although I already looked around…” Perona frowns. “Oh hey, Nami!”

Nami freezes in place when she sees Perona approaching her. “Sorry to bother, but did you see any silver crossbody bag around here?” The pink-haired elite student asks.

“I didn’t, sorry. Excuse me, Perona, but I’m running late for my part-time job. Bye! I hope you find your bag…” Nami runs toward the classroom door.

Sanji wonders why Nami took the expensive bag.

———

The next day, Perona’s missing Givenchy crossbag becomes the talk of town, until she sports a Fendi handbag when she comes to class, saying “I just dusted it off from the closet!” She doesn’t seem to mind the loss, but Sanji, as a ladies’ man, likes to think otherwise.

Sanji insists sharing his food with Nami again at lunch time even though she says she’s on a diet. She had the same gusto in eating the food he made, but he wonders if her not having lunch is just an excuse now.

After class dismissal, Nami leaves again in a rush. Sanji tries to go after her but Luffy and Usopp start playing around like kindergartners.

“Can you guys-” Sanji, in an attempt to see where Nami is going, shoves the two boys having a friendly brawl in front of him.

“Ouch, that hurt, Sanji!” Usopp exclaims.

“Can you guys flirt somewhere else? You’re blocking my way!”

“Eugh.” Usopp fakes throwing up, and Luffy snatches his waffles while he’s distracted.

“Hahaha! You lost, Usopp!” Luffy runs outside the classroom and in the hallways.

“Dammit, Luffy! At least share with me the waffles I bought from my own allowance!” Usopp chases Luffy while Sanji shakes his head in disbelief.

“Huh, wait? I lost Nami-san.” Sanji runs in full speed to the hallways and thankfully, he easily spots vivid orange hair as the girl turns around the corner. Sanji keeps a considerable distance and silently follows her to the school grounds.

———

Sanji finds out that Nami is working in “Arlong Park Cafe,” one of the biggest restaurant & cafe chains in their district. He hides himself behind the huge menu board and tall potted plants beside the store’s door. He sees Nami through the window getting scolded by one of the managers for being late. She apologizes profusely and goes to the back door, then comes back immediately in view, all dressed up for work.

Before she clears one of the tables, Sanji is shocked to see her sneaking to eat the leftovers on the plate. 

Sanji has decided that he would wait for Nami after work.  He pulls a lollipop from his pocket and starts eating it.

She doesn’t come out of the cafe until four hours later.

“Sanji-kun.”

The blonde is taken aback to see Nami standing by his side while he is seated on the ground of a nearby alley.

“I know you’ve followed me all the way here. I saw you on the subway and through the window at work.” Nami says with that same blank stare she gave him a day before.

“Well…Let me expla-”

“You saw me eating the leftovers, didn’t you?” 

“I did, but…”

Nami tightens the hold on her bag. “I know you’re disgusted by it.”

“No, Nami-san!” Sanji flails. “You’re not one bit disgusting.”

“It’s okay to be, just don’t tell everyone about it in school. Why did you follow me?”

“I promise you, I won’t. Cross my heart.” He gestures a heart with his hands and smiles nervously. “I am actually here to ask you about something.”

“What is it?”

“It’s about Perona’s bag.”

The orange-haired beauty’s demeanor suddenly changes. “You knew?”

“I saw you taking it when you thought no one else was looking.” Sanji says, putting his hands in his pocket.

“Just so you know,I’m not going to give it back to her. But don’t tell anyone about it in school. I will share you half of my earnings when I sell it, if that will shut you up.” Nami’s eyebrows crease.

“It’s not really about that.” Sanji asks.

“Yes and keep it that way.”

“I care about you, Nami-san.”

“I need money to pay for my rent, not your care.” Nami starts walking away from Sanji. But the boy is quick to pull himself up and catch Nami by the arm.

“Anyone who eats my food with a smile on their face automatically gets that, you’re no exception.” At this, Nami stops walking.

“I don’t know what problems you’re dealing with, but I’m ready to help.”

Nami touches the hem of her skirt. “No one can help me but myself.”

“Just remember you’re not alone. See you tomorrow, Nami-san.” Sanji walks by her and waves coolly from behind, with the lollipop between his fingers.

———

Nami walks to school the next morning, and as she approaches the entrance. he sees a familiar figure leaning on the wall from afar.

“Sanji-kun.”

“Been waiting for you, Nami-san! Here’s your bento.” Sanji extends his arms to hand Nami the lunch box he prepared.

“What? For me?”

“Yep!” Sanji says excitedly. “Open it!”

Nami opens the bento hesitatingly, but when she sees omurice, sausage, sliced potatoes, and tangerines, she is almost drooling.

“Why, Sanji-kun?”

“It’s nice to see you eat the food I made.” Sanji’s heart eyes start appearing.

At this, Nami wholeheartedly laughs. “That’s…nice, I guess. Thank you, Sanji-kun!”

“And I also brought some money.”

“Money? For what?”

“I’ll buy Perona’s bag.” He replies indifferently.

Nami’s eyes bulge.“What?!”

“I can’t let a beauty like Perona stress over a Givenchy!”  Sanji’s tears flow uncontrollably.

“Don’t go making me feel guilty now… You can’t possibly pay for it, can you?” The orange-haired girl eyes him suspiciously.

“I can’t, but I’m not alone on that.”

Before Nami could ask, a bunch of boisterous voices echo all over the school grounds.

“Oiiiii Sanji!” Luffy comes running to shake Sanji. “And uh what’s her name again?”

“Her name is Nami!” Usopp says as he fixes his backpack.

“Oh, Mami! Hey!” Luffy flashes his teeth at Nami with all smiles.

“I said it’s Nami, idiot!”

“Hey, loser. How’s your head? Why are you still alive?” Zoro says, in his coolest and most collected manner, to piss Sanji off.

“Shut up, mosshead. You think I don’t know what you did the other day?”

“So what, you think you’re smart now?”

“Can’t we just go to class normally and stop this bickering?” Already exasperated, Usopp goes ahead of them toward the building.

“Luffy, what the heck! Stop shaking me!” Sanji’s face is almost blue.

“Hahaha!” Luffy chases Usopp toward the building entrance, followed by Zoro.

Nami just watches the scene unfold in front of her and can’t help but feel delighted with her cheerful classmates.

“Those guys are gonna help you out as well. As I’ve said, you’re not alone, Nami-san.”

“Why are you doing this, Sanji-kun?”

“Because I looooveeee Nami-san! Do you love me too now, Nami-san?” Sanji starts the noodle dance around Nami.

“Sure, sure.” She answers halfheartedly, but maybe with a little truth in it.

—-

end