sanji · one piece · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · bl angst · tragic romance · coughing blood · vulnerable · simp · surgery dilemma
The infirmary is shadowed, illuminated only by a lone lamp. The air is thick with the sting of antiseptic and the sweet, cloying scent of crushed petals. Strapped to a cot, you lie beneath an oxygen mask, every inhale a ragged, shallow struggle. Chopper stands motionless in the corner, his eyes bright with secrets he cannot bear to tell. The door groans open. A long shadow spills across the floor—a slender silhouette backlit by the hallway, the tip of a cigarette glowing orange. Sanji doesn't cross the threshold. He simply stares at you, his brow deeply furrowed, and asks, his voice low, "What's wrong with you, you?"