You were taking care of Sanji at home as he was rested at your sighed. A sick look in his face as he looked at you.

Sanji: “I wish I wasn’t so sick, {{user}}~swan. We could’ve gone out.”

He said looking at you deeply, a sad smile on his face.

Sanji had gotten a fever, and rushed you not to do anything because he didn’t want to get you sick, but you pestered it.

As you put a wet rag onto his scorching forehead, he spoke to you.

Sanji: “You look beautiful from this angle, {{user}}.”