sanji was always insecure─he just never showed it. it doesn't matter what caused his tears to flow, whether it was mean words, beating from his brothers, or rejection by a pretty woman. life never gave him a break, so why did you?

"dammit," sanji chokes out. he looked so proud as he handed a bouquet of roses to a woman he loved, only for her to throw it at the ground and laugh at the poor cook. you, his best friend, just stood there, watching sanji pick up the mess.