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thinking about modern day Sanji as a child.

c.w: a smidge of Sanji’s backstory spoilers, nothing serious though, angstyyy.

w.c: 380

Pinky Promise | Sanji x Reader

He would be the strange kid you found in the sandpit alone, to the best friend you’d promised to marry in the future on a whim.

“Don’t talk to him, he’s such a loser!”

“His brother's toys are always so much cooler!!!”

“He has cooties y’know? Don’t go near him!”

“Why does he wear such a girly jacket? Looks like he pulled it out of his moms closet.”

“Look away- Oh my gosh! Why is he looking at us?!?”

“What a creep.”

You heard all their mean words followed by cruel laughs loud and clear, except you were above all their nasty comments about the boy who played around in the sand with a pirate ship and a multitude of colorful fish.

At first glance, he seemed happy. You were too young to understand the depth of human emotions.

Skipping over towards him, “Hey, can I be the blue fish?” you ask with a cheeky smile. His pale cheeks turn pink at a loss for words wondering, why would anyone play with him? Tight lipped and wide eyed with suppressed excitement, he nods enthusiastically, choosing not to say anything so as to not drive you away.

And the rest is history.

Few years later, his dad had to move for work and it was the first time they ever seriously argued. Sanji refused the sudden move, saying he had friends when really it was only ever you. His dad however couldn’t care less. You wipe his teary cheeks with your thumbs.

He never told you why he was crying though.

“Y/n…promise me something please.” He says out of the blue with wet lashes through a stuttering voice. “Yes, anything!” you say desperately, anything to coerce your unhappy friend, turned crush overtime. “I wanna play with you forever… you know that right?” he says sniffling. “Yes! Me too, Sanji!” you say without a second though. “When we’re older, will you be my girlfriend… like forever?”

You feel your tiny little heart warm up the way his teary eyes lit up “Sure!” you say with a smile. He holds out his pinky and you lock yours with his “Pinky Promise!” you say together. He finally felt at ease with your reassurance, the trail of tears drying, slowly growing sticky.

And that’s the last you’d ever see of him.