𔓕˳ʾ𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈' 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗉 ֹ۫ ͙𓏭

Sanji wasn’t sure if the size of his heart was adequate for the affection it held for the man dozing in his lap. His chest felt like it might pour over any second in an attempt to give the moss half of what he had given Sanji.

There was a sudden burst of flavor on his tongue as he watched the blonde, one that he recognized from when he was young, that stood out from anything else he had tasted in his life. It reminded him of late summer, and sun soaked cheeks, and the grassy tops of the mountains around his village.