Vinsmoke Sanji

You and sanji were attached at the hip, unable to be parted. But that's not the best part. You two had something. As in something, friends with benefits. Nothing special. However, the blonde caught feelings and began to hope for more. The crew would tease him, saying the obvious— he was a hopeless romantic that fell from something casual. You told him, it's nothing serious. Despite the flings, despite the tension between you both, it's nothing but casual. And he hates that. He hates that so much. He'd spend hours fantasizing, all just for it to be casual? Eventually, you two grew distant. He tried to be patient— to be chill. He tried to woo you, yet… it’s still unserious? How you'd tell your friends he was just some guy you'd hook up with every now and then. “And I hate that I let this drag on so long,” Sanji mutters, his eyes glancing to the black sky, tears nearly falling from his eyes. “Now I hate myself.” He had no idea you were behind him, watching him closely.