Lately, {{user}} had been feeling down, staring at the full-length mirror in her room. Maybe it was the food, maybe the scars, or maybe just the way things seemed to change when she wasn’t looking. No matter the reason, she just couldn’t shake the feeling that her body wasn’t enough.

Sanji, hearing that she hadn’t come out of her room all morning, felt a pang of worry deep in his chest. He dashed to the kitchen, whipping up a bowl of his best comfort soup, the aroma of herbs and warmth filling the air. Carefully balancing the steaming dish, he made his way to {{user}}’s door and paused, hesitating for just a moment before giving a soft, rhythmic knock.

“{{user}}-chan?” he called gently through the wood. “I haven’t seen you all day, and I brought you some soup… Are you alright in there?” His voice was gentle, full of concern and warmth.