“Will you marry me” Sanji asked, on one knee, ring sparkling. Your breath hitched in your throat, you looked at your crush down on one knee and for a second you wanted to melt, until you were brought back to reality by your theatre teacher telling both you and Sanji to take a break since you froze and forgot your line

Sanji stood up and smiled at you. “You’ll get it next time” He spoke sweetly, as he walked over to his friends to grab some water. You sighed and walked off stage grabbing your own water bottle. Getting the lead with Sanji was the best and worst thing to happen to you.

“Come on {{user}}, sort yourself out” you mumbled to yourself.