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18 May 2026
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He slipped it out one-handed, thumb swiping the screen. A notification from Instagram sat at the top – new DM. He opened it without really thinking, expecting another fan question about a posted look or a polite request for tips. The account name was a string of random letters and numbers. No profile picture. No posts. No bio. Just one message. You like your Americanos in the mornings.
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01 May 2026
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Zoro continued squinting at him as he approached the kitchen counter, obviously unconvinced of Sanji’s true intentions. Sanji bit back the urge to say anything, reminding himself that he needed Zoro to be complacent if this little scheme of his was going to work. So instead of spitting out a few choice insults like he very much wanted to, Sanji instead slid a small bowl of the dark chocolate discs he’d found towards Zoro.
“Here,” Sanji said. “Try this.”
As predicted, Zoro scowled deeply—first at the chocolate, and then at Sanji. “Why the hell are you trying to feed me this shit, cook?” he demanded. “I already told you—chocolate is too damn sweet for me.”
“It’s not chocolate,” Sanji lied smoothly. “It’s cacao.”
In which Sanji realizes that Zoro doesn’t know what dark chocolate is, decides he’s somehow going to humiliate him over it, and winds up in way over his head.
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11 Apr 2026
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A guy in a suit comes into produce looking for shallots. Zoro's out of shallots. He gives him an orange instead.
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31 Mar 2026
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Two weeks now. Same time, between the lunch crush and the quiet drift after. Tall, broad through the shoulders in a way no shirt could hide. Moss-green hair, cropped close. A pale scar ran from mid-forehead to mid-cheek, crossing the left lid in a straight seam. Control showed in the jaw line and the still set of his shoulders. Business-casual armor, fabric pulled over a chest made in a gym. Three thin bar earrings in his left ear caught the light when he turned. Watch under a closed cuff. No rings. Gray-eyed, focused. Sanji traced the line of his mouth, the quiet set of it, and felt interest stir again.
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27 Mar 2026