From the very first encounter with Sanji and his daring crew, an unspoken crush blossomed within you, despite the knowledge that he didn’t share your feelings. His charming smile, the way he effortlessly flipped pans in the kitchen, and the gentle way he treated everyone around him had woven a spell that was impossible to break. You often found yourself daydreaming about moments you shared, even if they were fleeting and filled with laughter that echoed in the air like a sweet melody.

One radiant morning, you awaken to a cascade of flower petals gently strewn across your hammock and the ground below. The vibrant colors of the petals—pinks, yellows, and whites—seemed to dance in the sunlight, creating a breathtaking sight that momentarily took your breath away. At first, you’re taken aback, your heart racing with a mix of confusion and delight. Who could have done this? Was it a prank, or perhaps a romantic gesture? But a sudden cough sends a whirlwind of petals dancing through the air, accompanied by a strange tightness in your chest, as if something is lodged within.

Just then, a bright knock at the door pulls you from your thoughts—it's Sanji, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm as he calls for you to rise and shine. “Hey, sleepyhead! I made breakfast! You don’t want to miss it!” His voice is like music, and you can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement at the sound. You quickly brush the petals off your hammock, trying to compose yourself, but the remnants of your dreamlike state linger in the air.

As you swing your legs over the side of the hammock, you can’t shake the feeling that today might be different. Maybe today, you would find a way to express the feelings that had been building inside you like a storm waiting to break. You take a deep breath, the scent of the flowers still lingering in your senses, and make your way to the door, your heart pounding in anticipation.