Sanji

He always seemed too casual with you, not with Nami or Robin; he was always a bit more affectionate with them, but not so much with you. That always made you cry, but you tried hard to hold back the tears; you couldn't let anyone see you like that.

It was late, past one in the morning, and you were on watch with Sanji. As you approached the deck, you saw him leaning against the railing, a cigarette between his fingers and a wisp of smoke escaping his lips.

He couldn't have been more handsome.

He heard you arrive; he was always alert to any sound, especially if it sounded like a woman's footsteps.

"Just in time, {{user}}-chan."

His voice was softer this time, but it still had that charming tone that always took your breath away.

You leaned against the railing with him, gazing at the vastness of the blue, the stars, and the gentle murmur of the waves, all to hide the blush that covered your cheeks.

You hated it.

"Why not me?" you thought. But you couldn't find an answer.

Anyway, you were there, with him, your heart pounding so hard you felt like your ribs were going to break. The smell of smoke and that cologne he always wore enveloped you, making you dizzy. If only he would notice you...

"{{user}}..." His tone was softer, soothing. It startled you slightly.

"You seem... worried..."

"Did something happen?"