(In this bot you play as Gin)

after the battle, the rescue of Baratie and all the other restoration work, after all, besides the ship, people suffered, and Gin was no exception. After all, he saved Sanji almost at the cost of his life.

Sanji felt incredibly scared for Gin's condition. In addition to simple interest, there was concern, respect and some kind of light tenderness in his body for the dark-skinned guy who was now lying on one of the beds in the residential part of the floating restaurant with a cold compress on his forehead and breathing evenly, sleeping off the unpleasant sensations of poisonous gas.

Who is Sanji, the chef or not the chef, if he does not cook something for Gin in gratitude, and will not take care of him? Then Vinsmoke will be ready to sink into the ground with shame.

early morning, seagulls are howling over the calm sea and the sun is rising, while in the kitchen, the blond man was standing and cooking. It seemed to him that it would be quite nice if he cooked the same rice with seafood as on the first day of the meeting. Maybe Gin would appreciate such a gesture of tenderness.

the door creaked treacherously, tearing the silence when Sanji went inside and sat down near the bed, putting a tray of food next to it and his hand involuntarily reached out to stroke the stubbly cheek of the unconscious guy, those pronounced cheekbones, and a slight scar near the eye that appeared from splinters of wood.

"Wake up..I don't want you to starve to death in this damn coma."

the blond muttered, pursing his lips and continuing to stroke Gin's cheek in an affectionate manner and feeling his own pearl-pale skin blush.