Title: His Prerogative

Pairing: Zosan

Word Count: 299 Shit! I curse the existence of "300 words only" rule!!

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: nu-uh, still not mine…

When Zoro got to the ship, he heard sounds from the galley and assumed the lunch started already. But all he saw was Nami who was cooking and Luffy protesting, saying the food was nothing like Sanji's.

"What happen to the shitty cook?" he asked with his I'm-just-curious-I'm-NOT-worry attitude.

"Cook-san got involved in a fight at the market. One of his opponent apparently had a knife and stabbed him on his back," said Robin.

"Che. Stupid cook." Zoro cursed as he took two plates of food. "And why is he got in that fight?" he asked before leaving the room.

"Sanji heard one of those guys said he's not afraid of you. He said you're just an idiot who's lucky enough to get some great swords," Lufy answered.

"Che. Idiot." He wasn't curse at the people who said those bad things about him. It was Sanji who was the biggest idiot of them all for listening to those trash.

"Chopper, Nami said you should eat your lunch first," the swordsman said as he enters the room where Sanji was treated. "I'll watch him." Zoro pointed at Sanji who was lying, smoking carelessly on the bed.

Chopper grinned. "But don't—"

"We won't fight. Promise." And with that, the reindeer left the room with a squee. He'd been restrained his hunger apparently.

"Lunch," Zoro put Sanji's plate next to him. The blonde only nodded. Then Zoro sat on the chair next to the bed and ate his own lunch.

"I know this guy, and he called me 'idiot' all the time, you know." Zoro said out of the blue.

"Well, I heard, he's the only one who can call you that," Sanji answered nonchalantly.

Zoro smirked, "Yeah? And why is that so?"

"His prerogative as your boyfriend."

Zoro chuckled. "Idiot."