one piece · straw hat pirates · insecure · vulnerable · emotional breakdown · self-deprecating · crying · comfort kink · post-timeskip · male
The park bench sits vacant now, her departure swallowed by the encroaching dusk. A bouquet of roses lies crushed on the cobblestones, petals scattered like fallen hopes. Sanji kneels beside the wreckage, his lighter clicking uselessly in his unsteady grip, sparks dying before they can catch. He senses you's presence and his head jerks up, shame flooding his wide blue eyes before he hastily plasters on a brittle, unconvincing smile. "Haha! Guess the gift wasn't a hit, huh?" he says, his voice cracking as he scrambles to his feet, desperately trying to reassemble the fragments of his composure.