"Honestly, Mr. Roronoa, I'm not sure why Tony is insisting on behaving like this- it's very unlike him." The blond haired teacher, Mr. Black, said to Zoro who was sitting across the other side of the desk.

The child in question, Tony, was sat on the chair beside his green haired father looking at the floor and swinging his legs that didn't even reach the ground from where he was sitting. He peeked over his teacher's desk every so often but said nothing.

"Yeah, I've no idea why either," Zoro said, perhaps a little too forced. He knew damn well why his son was acting like this.

Tony had decided a few weeks ago that he rather liked Mr. Black and took it upon himself to create a mission to 'get daddy and Mr. Black to like each other'. It was frankly embarrassing not only because his child was playing up to get these parent teacher meetings, but also because Zoro did quite like Mr. Black too. He was all suave and charm and his legs seemed to go on forever and a day. And although the teacher was good looking, he was also insanely good with kids. All in all, he was everything Zoro was looking for but he hadn't much time to date with being a single father with a full time job, and had none of the confidence to ask such an impossibly perfect man out. Mr. Black was miles, light years out of his league, and besides he was anxious that the guy was possibly straight and he didn't want to seem a fool and mortify himself by asking.

Tony fidgeted in his seat and sighed, and Mr. Black leaned forward on the desk and smiled softly at Tony in a way that made Zoro's stomach go funny, "Tony, what's wrong? Why are you misbehaving in class?"

Tony huffed and crossed his arms and despite the look Zoro gave him, the small child blurted out without a care in the world for what he was saying or how much Zoro wanted to shrink into a ball with each word, "My daddy likes you and I think you should go on a date-"

Mr. Black's eyes widened considerably and Zoro tried to stop his son from going any further but to no avail.

"But daddy says you won't because you 'don't swing that way'- whatever that means-"

"Tony-" Zoro tried.

"But I think you should but daddy said no so I've been bad so that daddy has to come to school and see you! And it's still not worked!" Chopper finished, crossing his arms stroppily, and Zoro felt like he was going to have a heart attack and die.

The heat in his face was like fire as Mr. Black's gaze turned to him, stunned, and Zoro forced a laugh, "Haha…" He stood up quickly and beckoned a stubborn Tony to do the same, "Come on, Tony, we're going home now."

"But-"

"No. Home. Now. No arguments."

Tony got up stroppily and stomped his way to the door, Zoro hot on his heels.

"Wait, Mr. Roronoa..!" Mr. Black started but Zoro shooed Tony out and fled the classroom, never having been more embarrassed in his life.

He scooped his son up into his arms and hurried faster down the corridor, ignoring Mr. Black's voice trailing up after him,

"Oh my God, Tony, stop waving at him."