/Maybe my upstairs neighbor accidentally got my mail again,/ he thinks, stepping back and unlocking the door before opening it.
Instead of being met with a package, Sanji is staring down at a small girl with honey toned skin and hair as green as moss.
/That hair looks familiar–/
Instead of being met with a package, Sanji is staring down at a small girl with honey toned skin and hair as green as moss.
/That hair looks familiar–/
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Sanji blinked a few times before the child stepped forward and peeked inside at the kitchen.
“Oh! Is that fried rice? I love fried rice! And pork buns too?!”
“Hey! What are you doing? Where are your parents? Shouldn’t you be– Oh /shit/ the rice!” Sanji abandons the front door, not bothering to close it in case someone comes by looking for their child.
“Woah! That’s so cool!” She says, causing Sanji to smile proudly before remembering one tiny detail.
There was a mystery child in his apartment.
“I don’t have a mom!” The girl yelled, frowning angrily at the cook.
“Okay… What about your dad? Grandparent? Legal guardian?”
The girl looked around sheepishly before looking at the open front door a few feet away.
“Please teach my daddy how to cook, mister chef! He doesn’t know what he’s doing!”
“Kuina? What are you doing here?” Sanji turned his attention to the doorway and saw a man around his age
“I followed the smell of the delicious food!” The man pursed his lips together and awkwardly walked into Sanji’s apartment to retrieve his daughter.
“Kuina, I thought I told you that you can’t just run up to anyone without me.