[I was writing some short prompt drabbles just for fun, but this one took on a life of its own and grew into a full oneshot, so here’s some post-Wano Tama and Sanji, recovering. TW for disordered eating- also on AO3 here.]





Tama’s mouth wouldn’t stop watering.

She was perched on the counter that ran along the back of the narrow galley, watching as Sanji cooked. She swallowed hard to stop herself from drooling, but couldn’t drag her eyes away from the pan bubbling on the stove, slow-searing something in preparation for lunch, more than half an hour away still.

The smell, sweet and savory all at once, seemed to reach all the way down to her stomach and squeeze, and a little whimper escaped her lips despite her best efforts. Which was stupid, she’d had breakfast only a couple hours ago, she couldn’t be hungry again already-

Sanji glanced back at her at the sound, and a flicker of an expression she couldn’t read crossed his face before he smiled. “You really like hanging out in here, huh?”

“Ah- yeah!” she said, smiling back, just a little shaky. “It’s…” -reassuring, it’s so reassuring, there’s so much food, all the time- “…it smells nice,” she finished lamely, ducking her head. “And… I like watching you cook.”

“Yeah?” Sanji pulled a small pot down from the overhead shelves, filling it with water and tossing a few ingredients in (so much food-) before setting it on an empty burner and starting the heat. “Are you interested in cooking?”

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