Yet another SanUso PT short story. Or does it loosely count as a drabble? Most of my stories are drabbles...

"Here you go, Nami-Swan, Robin-chwan~" Sanji cooed as he served Nami and Robin drinks as they sat on the Sunny's upper deck, both of them giving him their thanks as they took their drinks.

The late afternoon sun shone brightly as Sanji glanced around the deck, noting where the crew was.

There were Luffy and Brook; they had fallen asleep while fishing once again. By the various clinks and thumps coming from the observatory, Zoro was training there. He knew Chopper was grinding herbs in the sick bay and Franky was building another invention in his workroom. Everybody was busy with something, and Usopp...was sitting on the stairs, sketching in that sketchpad of his.

Sanji stared at Usopp, who's face was set in a look of extreme concentration. "What is it that he's always sketching in there anyways?" Sanji thought, for lately Usopp had done nothing but sketch in the free time between islands. "Oh, well, I'd better get started on dinner."

Much later, after everyone had eaten dinner and gone to sleep, Sanji lay in bed. For some reason, he kept thinking about that mysterious sketchbook.

Sanji sighed as he thought to himself, "I'm never going to get any sleep unless I do something about this." He glanced at Usopp's locker, then at Usopp, who was sleeping soundly. "He probably won't mind if I just take a quick look."

He quietly got up from his bed and crept over to Usopp's locker. Sanji paused when the locker squeaked as he opened it, but when nobody woke he continued to rummage through it until he found what he was looking for. He took the sketchbook outside where he could use the full moon's light. As he flipped through the pages, his eye widened in surprise.

All of the sketches were of him.