Sanji x Luffy - Chapter 3

“I will forget it.” He rubbed his rubber face, destroying his originally beautiful smile into a hazy sky.

Sanji didn’t know that he was already afraid of Luffy’s smile, which was so bright and bright, as if there was no sadness at all.

He would forget it, he told himself he would. When Luffy forgets it, he will take him away from this damn autumn that fills his pupils.

But this hope is not a hopeless hope. Zoro will not come back, just like Luffy will not forget, so what does it matter how many more decades pass?

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter whether he forgets it or not. I’m very happy to be able to accompany him like this, at least he’s not a stranger. Although he still didn’t know whether this could be considered lucky.

That night, he woke up to Luffy leaning against the window, smoking. The starry firelight in the dark night exudes the fragrance of tobacco, like the fluttering maple leaves dangling in front of the eyes. His cigarette, he had stopped breathing it into his lungs for many years, for reasons he had long forgotten. I still have to ask Robin to buy it and bring it over as a habit, and hold it in my mouth as a habit, it’s just a habit.

“Luffy”, why aren’t you sleeping yet? He originally wanted to say this, but he only called his name.

“You’re awake.” The boy in the red shirt turned his head. The lattice windows cut off the moonlight, and they hung in pleats on his frizzy hair, which was lengthy and filled with the fragrance of cold milk.

“You smoke again.” He could never get used to that kind of expression.

“Well, I was thinking that I might have gotten used to the pepper you put in the food. You see, I won’t be choked to tears anymore.”

Luffy turned his head and smiled lightly, and he won’t be choked to tears again. Come, tears, just tears.

Sanji suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart, which he had never felt before. His Luffy, I don’t remember when I fell in love with him. Once I fall in love, I fall in love with him. He could always be the most ordinary existence like air, scolding him and hitting him on the head, and he was no less excited than Zoro when he was on the execution stand in Roger Town.

He felt bad when he saw Luffy laughing. That smile is a bug. “Cry.”

Luffy’s face instantly stiffened, and Sanji himself was surprised how he could say such a thing.

“Cry, cry.” Now that I have said it, there is nothing to regret.

“Sanji, are you sick?” Luffy got off the window sill and jumped onto Sanji’s bed and raised his hand to touch his forehead, “Wow, it’s so hot…” Sanji glared at him and said nothing. After being together for too long and being too familiar, Luffy is no longer as silly as before and always likes to challenge his limits.

“Luffy, I’m serious.” He suddenly felt that something was about to show off.

The moonlight was soft and long, and the strands were just like the possibility that hung in his mind back then.

“I can’t cry, Sanji.” Unexpected words, “I always feel that if I cry, it will be as if Zoro really can’t come back. It’s silly, isn’t it.”

There was a quiet smile again, like a piece of cake. Broken glass.

“Don’t do this.” Don’t do this. He looked at him hard, feeling heartache he had never felt before, not even the despair he felt when he was a child on a deserted island.

“Haha, Sanji, your expression makes it look like I can’t come back.”

“Don’t laugh.” He hugged him and held him tightly in his arms. His body temperature was cold, probably due to the night wind. He felt sorry for him and wanted to use his own body temperature to warm him.

“Sanji?”

“Luffy, you are my disaster.” He said it anyway, because Sanji was afraid that if he didn’t say it, he would regret it the day he died. Meeting you is a disaster, liking you is inevitable, “But it’s nice to meet you.”

“What.” Luffy rubbed his neck and said with a smile, “Are you Sanji?” ”

That’s it. Think of me as a ****.” In fact, he didn’t say anything, he was really a ****, and Sanji also laughed.

In the end, he still couldn’t tell which one he liked. After all, they are one person’s affairs, which should be buried in the heart and not burden the other party. Sanji comforted himself in this way so as not to burden him.

But in fact, I know it in my heart, but I can’t say it out loud. The actual reason is because I know that he doesn’t love you.

What a puzzling reason.

There are fireflies in summer, you can see snow in winter, flowers are blooming in spring, and autumn is as bright as Sanji’s hair, so orange and gray. A lifetime of autumn, a lifetime of dead leaves falling, no flowers, white snow and fireflies, one layer remains unchanged, and the sun is still dazzling.

Sanji thought, maybe Luffy is the sun at noon in autumn, so he would be happy to be the one who never changes in his life, stay with him forever, stay with him forever, and never say “I love you”, how wonderful it would be. Even though he would regret it when he died, he loved with all his strength and had no regrets.

Zhuo Luo once said that if there really is a god in this world, then his only wish is to stay with that person forever, to accompany and indulge him for a lifetime, and to guard him for as long as human beings can achieve. Love him for the rest of his life, and then have nothing to do with him in the next life.

At that time, Sanji thought it was quite funny and wondered why this kid had become so emotional. Only later did I realize that the two unrelated emotions in the next life were so deep, stretching from the sky to the sea, from the clouds to the bottom of the sea, glowing with all the blue colors of the waves. Don’t care about being a stranger, as long as that person lives well.

His pampering and protection of Luffy was something Sanji thought he would never be able to match in his lifetime. However, I have never considered the question of who loves more or Zhuoluo, because there is no way to compare, and love cannot be measured, so it is impossible to compare who gives more and who gives less.

If there is a next life, Sanji feels that he still hopes to be by Luffy’s side, treat him so well in every life, and get closer to him in every life. Sanji’s selfish wish could go a little further.

If there really are gods in this world, then it is impossible for Sanji to know that he fell in love with Luffy. They should have parted ways on their way back, and he continued to look for his all blue. In his heart, Luffy was probably still the handyman he was that autumn, as ordinary as the blue sky and white clouds.

But he still wanted to thank. So if there is a god in this world, his only wish is to stay with that person. The only wish, Sanji thought, was stupid.

It’s a pity that there are no gods in this world, otherwise how would he know that he fell in love with Luffy.

What is supposed to happen will still happen, no one can change it.