Mistake

As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the sea, the Thousand Sunny glides gracefully over the gentle waves.
The ship, a vibrant testament to adventure, bobs softly, its sails catching the last rays of sunlight.
Inside the cozy galley, Sanji fights to maintain his focus as the tantalizing aromas swirl around him.
The heat from the stove radiates, but he's determined to pour his heart into the meal for his crew.
He chops vegetables with unwavering precision, his brow furrowed in concentration, beads of sweat forming at his temples.
With each stir of the bubbling pot, he reminds himself that cooking is his job, his passion, and he can't afford to faint, no matter how dizzying the scents become.
Outside, the sun paints the sky in hues of orange, pink, and purple, but his attention is solely on the dish before him.
He takes a deep breath, inhaling the fragrant blend of spices, grounding himself in the task.
As he tosses ingredients with skill, he can almost hear the laughter of his friends on the deck, a comforting reminder of why he works so hard.
The energy of the crew fuels his determination, and despite the heat and his own weariness, he pushes through, eager to serve them a meal worthy of their adventures together.
As he finishes the dinner , he sat the plates on the dinning table and within a second the kitchen door opened and luffy entered.
Without waiting for everyone luffy already started started to eat at fast speed.
Slowly everyone started to enter the kitchen and settled on the chairs.
Usopp and Franky talking about their new invention.
Robin and nami talking about some dresses.
Chopper, jimbei, brook sitting laughing on something.
Atlast Zoro entered yawning, indicating he just woke up.
Sanji saw them eating from the far as they all laughed,talked, fought.
No one ...no one noticed he was not with them, eating with them on the same table , laughing with them , talking with them .
They all ate dinner and left laughing and talking.
Leaving sanji alone with the mess they made on the table, for him toh clean.
Sanji without saying a word started cleaning the table and doing dishes.
After all work was done sanji looked at the clock seeing it's already 11 o'clock.
He sat on one of the chairs with a plate of food, eating silently trying his best to maintain his thoughts as they were going on the memories he never want to recall.
All eating he washed the plate and went to boys dorm for sleeping.
Everyone was already asleep.
He silently went to his bunk bed and laid down on it , drifting to sleep as soon as laid.
"DO ANYTHING YOU WANT"someone said from the other side of the room.

Making sanji flinch.

Sanji saw how those people started to move towards him, this made him tremble from the fear but he couldn't do anything as he was tied.
Seeing him tremble made those people in Marine uniform laugh, as they all started laughing at his state.
Before sanji could even say anything one of them teared his clothes .
*Dream end*
Panting heavily sanji woke up , tears flowing form his eyes , body trembling.
He stood on his feet going outside the dorm and with trembling hands pulling out a cigarette and placing it in his mouth.
Lighting the cigarette, he leaned against the railing of the ship looking at the morning dusk as it is still early.
"I am not weak, I have my friends with me...yeah they are with me"he muttered slowly trying to assure himself.
As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, the dark night slowly gave way to a soft blue glow.
The dream had been different this time—more vivid, more horrifying. He hadn't been able to fight back.
Surrounded by faceless marines, their voices cruel and mocking, their hands rough and violating.
No matter how hard he had struggled, no matter how much he had screamed, his body had been trapped, powerless under their assault.
The humiliation, the helplessness—it was a nightmare that twisted everything he prided himself on, everything that made him who he was.
He felt violated, broken in ways he couldn't shake off even after waking.
He wanted to scream, to hit something, to throw himself into a fight just to prove that he was still strong, still in control.
But instead, he turned toward the one thing that had always centered him: the kitchen.
He moved through the ship quietly, not wanting to wake the others.
As much as he longed for the comfort of his friends, he couldn't face them—not like this.
Not with the images of his nightmare so fresh in his mind. He didn't want them to see him weak, especially after something like that.
Once in the kitchen, Sanji tried to focus.
He pulled out the ingredients for breakfast, setting them on the counter, his hands moving on autopilot.
Eggs, flour, milk, vegetables—he knew these things, knew the steps to take to create something from nothing.
It gave him a sense of control, something solid to hold onto in the chaos of his thoughts.
As the sun climbed higher and the smells of breakfast began to fill the ship, Sanji leaned against the counter, staring at the dishes he had made.
He wiped a hand across his forehead, though the real sweat he wanted to wipe away was the emotional residue of the nightmare.
What if they knew? The thought gnawed at him. What if his friends could see how shaken he was, how vulnerable he felt? Could they understand? Or worse__would they pity him?Or maybe__they will not want him?