There was no doubt about it anymore. The swordsman knew he had feelings for the blond. He would catch himself watching the hands that made his meals every day. He never failed to see the way the man held the kitchen utensils to cook, the nimble way he bent and spun in the kitchen when he cooked, the way those lips held onto each and every cigarette he put to his mouth. He watched every movement the cook made when no one was around or paying attention. Even now, as the cook cleans up from dinner, he notes every movement the cook makes.

"Oi! Marimo! Done daydreaming yet?" Zoro shakes his head, realizing Sanji was looking at him over the counter with what looked like disgust. "Good. If you're not going to help with dishes, I suggest you go be a lazy bastard somewhere else. " Sanji ground his teeth into his unlit cigarette between his teeth, throwing a glare at the moss head still sitting at the dinner table. The marimo was really starting to get on his nerves. The swordsman had been throwing Sanji some curve balls recently. He had tried to bait the swordsman into fighting or arguing, but Zoro would just scoff, shake his head and walk off. He wouldn't even give Sanji a second glance or draw his swords very often anymore. What's more, Sanji had caught Zoro talking to Nami-san more often. Sanji knew his Nami-san was a wonderful, voluptuous woman, but he also knew that Zoro only thought of her as 'the sea witch'. Not to mention, his STARING. He wasn't as discreet about his staring as much as he thought he was. Sanji kept catching the marimo looking at him. It seemed like he never stopped. He was curious as to what was going on with the man, but he would never ask. No. That's just wrong. Him and Zoro weren't close enough for him to simply ask.

"Okay." Zoro replied. He stood up and began to walk towards the kitchen sink next to Sanji. Bam. Yet another curve ball. No arguing AND he was helping wash dishes. Something was definitely going on.

"Nevermind. Maybe you should go see Chopper instead. You're obviously sick or something." Sanji put his hands up to stop him from coming any closer to the dishes.

"Shut up, shitty cook. Can't you just accept the damn help?" Sanji's eyes widened considerably at this. The green-haired man was still being way too nice about it. Sanji had had enough of it.

"What the fuck is going on with you? Why are you being so nice? You can't have any sake, if that's what you want. You're booze drinkin' ass has already taken too much and I'm going to run out before we hit the next island." Zoro looked at the man snarling at him. What kind of excuse could he come up with? Should he just tell Sanji he's starting to get feelings for him?

"Why do you hate me so much?" The look on Sanji's face looked like he had just been slapped. After the question sank in, Sanji was simply angrier than he had been before Zoro opened his shitty mouth.

"What? Who the fuck cares?! You can't answer my question with another question you shitty swordsman!"

"Whatever, ero-cook. I offered. If you don't want me in here, to help or not, I'll just leave then. Can't say I didn't try." With that, Zoro turned around, scratched the back of his head with his right hand and trudged out of the galley.

His jaw dropped. The cook was dumbfounded. He reached into his pockets with damp hands and pulled out his lighter. He lit his cigarette, turned back to the sink full of dishes and growled. He finished washing them grumbling insults about moss and a shitty swordsman.

Meanwhile, Zoro was making his way to the crow's nest of the Going Merry. He had watch that night anyway. Besides, it'll give him time to have a short nap before he actually has to watch for any approaching threats. He climbed into the crow's nest, sat down and rested his hands behind his head against the wall to think.

What if he had told Sanji the truth? No. Everyone knows the ero-cook loves woman. There's no way I could get Sanji to look at me like that. But doesn't the cook have a right to know? Zoro knows himself that he isn't acting the same, but it's hard to not kiss the smug look off the cooks face. He doesn't want to rile the blond up and get him angry just so he could get a hard on and make out with him. Yeah. That would be pretty weird afterwards. With thoughts of the hot blond in the galley on his mind, Zoro could feel himself drifting off to sleep.


After scrubbing the kitchen clean, Sanji was finally on his way to bed. He would have a nice shower in the morning. As he walked to the men's bunk room, he thought of a certain green-haired swordsman. What was wrong with him? Did something good happen to him or something bad to make his mood towards Sanji so drastically? Sanji stopped when he realized it. It was just him. Zoro wasn't treating anyone else differently, except maybe Nami-san. Maybe he would talk to her tomorrow to see if he could find out what was going on with the swordsman. He could certainly use it to his advantage to get the man to fight with him again. Sanji didn't have an outlet anymore and caught himself masturbating more often because of the lack of the swordsman's anger toward him. He really doesn't like to jerk off so much.

Sanji stubbed out his last cigarette for the night before he slipped quietly inside the men's bedroom to get some rest. He tiptoed towards his hammock. He stood for a minute and glared at it, as if it had personally insulted him. He glanced at the marimo's hammock and remembered he had watch duty tonight. After a second thought, he walked over to the marimo's hammock. He rid himself of his clothes except his boxers and flopped down into the hammock, thankful to be off his feet. With thoughts of a thick-headed swordsman on his mind, Sanji drifted to sleep more quickly than usual.


Zoro had been asleep, but not for long. The moon and stars were shining high in the sky by now. It only seemed like an hour had passed when Usopp's face popped over the edge of the crows nest to relieve him of duty. Silently, he stalked back to the men's shared room.

He wasn't worried about being quiet when he walked in. He just wanted to stretch out in his hammock and sleep. Unfortunately, Sanji was a light sleeper and had woken up. However, he thought it to be more entertaining to feign sleep.

After stripping on his way to his hammock, he leaned his swords against the wall. He was about to fall into it, but he stopped himself when he looked down. Curled up in his hammock was a blond hottie in just boxers. Sanji's eyes were still shut and he was thankful for that because Zoro could feel his dick twitch in his own boxers at the relaxed look on the cook's face. He rubbed his forehead with his hand.

"Stupid, dumbass dartbrow. Why do you have to look so fucking cute like that?", he hissed to himself. His hand over his face stopped him from seeing the blond's body tense up after he spoke. He let out a deep sigh and strolled over to the wall. The cook would definitely kick him in the morning if he found him laying in his bed. He sat down and tried to get back to sleep.

Unfortunately, sleep was the last thing Sanji would be getting after hearing the words that came from the swordsman's mouth.