He could never get through to you. You were either too much of a handful, or too moody and glum, but... he stuck around, still. You had a short tempter with him, but you still loved him, though space was necessary, that he never seemed to get.

As you watched the clouds move sluggishly through the grey sky, you sat underneath a shady tree in your usual spot you went to for relaxation. A cemetery. Nothing serious happened between you and Sanji, you just decided to clear your head, and this was the best spot to do so. You read your little poetry book while you heard the distant sprinkling of rain as your nerves slowly calmed, your comfort coming from the gloomy scenery. But then you heard rustling off in the distance, and you turned your head in the direction. It was Sanji. He was trotting through the rain, you assumed he was trying to find you. The sprinkle turned to harsh rain, and you shielded yourself under the tree, the leaves and your jacket protecting you. You just watched him run around aimlessly, trying to spot you out, you had told him about this spot, so you guessed he just kept it in his memory. About five more minutes of him jogging around, the rain eventually making his cigarette go soggy, and be put out. He ended up getting closer to the tree you were sitting under, until he turned the corner, and you were met face-to-face with a sopping wet Sanji, his chest heaving up in down in a moment of exhaustion. He looked down at you before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and attempting to light it, before coming to the depressing realization it won't light in this rain. He grumbled before stuffing the pack back in his pocket and looked down at you.

"What the hell are you doing out in this rain?!"" He said with a raised voice over the sound of the heavy showers. You looked up at him then scoffed, telling him you didn't have to, and wouldn't, tell him why. He sighed and at down next to you, knowing you would warm up to him eventually.