Kotogakko

He knew he would find him at his usual spot, on top of a small incline over looking the school. Sanji was always there during lunch, and today was no exception. Laying on his back and staring aimlessly up at the sky, Zoro could tell he was in one of those moods of his. He hated how annoying he was during those times.

Sanji made no indication that he heard Zoro climbing up to see him. He only moved his arm over his eyes and rolled his head to the side. His cigarette dangled lazily from his mouth.

"Oi, the soccer club wants to know if you're coming today. They said you haven't been attending all week."

He didn't say anything. Only a puff of smoke blew from his cigarette. Zoro didn't even know if he was listening to him.

Zoro prodded his shoe with his shinai. "Oi, answer me, you shitty bum."

Sanji lifted his head and stared passed him. Zoro turned and looked down below. There was only the empty swimming pool. Being only the middle of winter, obviously the pool was closed. The swimming club wouldn't start up again until the next term and that wasn't for another three more months.

That pervert. So that was it. Now Zoro understood why he was so depressed and despondent lately. It was widely known that Sanji enjoyed watching the girls' swim team. He always made it a habit to sneak up here after class. Now that it was their last term in school before graduation, there would be no more pretty girls in bathing suits to gawk at.

He finally spoke, "I'm quitting the soccer club."

"Huh? What for?"

Sanji shrugged his shoulders, almost indifferently. "Got other things to do."

"They'll be mad. They were counting on you."

"They'll have to play without me eventually," he said simply.

Zoro slumped down beside him, carefully setting his shinai on the damp grass. The swimming pool seemed strangely a little lonely and sad. He wondered how many times he wandered his way up here to drag Sanji away.

Breaking the momentary silence, he asked, "Oi, have you decided what you're going to do?"

"Not really. What about you?"

"I probably just go to a university."

"Humph," he softly sniggered. "You think you can get in one of them. You can't even find your way here sometimes."

He smacked him across the top of his head for his remark. Laughing, Sanji sat up straight and peered over his shoulder. At least he was snapping out of that mood of his.

"Uh oh, here comes the food patrol." He took one last inhale of his cigarette before flicking it away.

"SANJI! SANJI!"

Zoro groaned and shook his head. The wild-eyed first-year student ran like a madman with his long arms stretched high in the air, waving happily at them.

"I'm hungry! Please tell me you have some food."

"I got it, I got it. Here," Sanji answered lazily, tossing a plastic bag with the remainder of his lunch over to him.

Luffy caught it deftly, the way a seal would catch a tossed fish without even thinking. A huge grin quickly spanned the entire width of his face. He slapped his hands together and bowed to give thanks. "Arigato, Sanji!" Laughing excitedly, he disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

No words could express Zoro's amazement at the super-skinny little brat. Not only could he eat like there was no tomorrow, but he had the nerve to bother Sanji almost everyday for his leftover. Sometimes there weren't any and he would whine like a little baby, which would promptly earn him a kick from Sanji for bugging him. "You know you're not suppose to feed wild animals. They only come back for more."

After lunch, they made their way back to the school building. Zoro was pushing his way through the crowd of students, his shinia resting on his shoulder and his school bag jostling against his back. Sanji followed two steps behind him with his hands stuffed in his pants pockets. Every so often he pointed in what direction to go which miffed Zoro. Of course he knew where their classroom was. He didn't need him to tell him where to go. Truthfully though, all the doors and hallway looked the same to him.

They reached their classroom with time to spare which was good because a long line formed outside. Zoro and Sanji moved to the end of the line and waited. Being a tall guy, Zoro couldn't miss the mixed barrage of protest and shouts heading towards them. Turned out a girl with short copper hair was the source of the all commotion. He craned his neck to get a better look and instantly recognized her as a second-year student, Nami. She was a bossy and brainy girl, something he recalled hearing from the other guys. And from the looks of it, she was violent too.

Nami was shoving students left and right, knocking one guy's books out of his hands, trampling on another guy's foot. By the time she stomped all the way to where Sanji stood, the crowd quieted down to watch them. He stared at her, surprised and perplexed. She took one swing at him and slugged him in the guts. He doubled over from the assault, his arms wrapping around his abdomen.

"You are going to take me to the movie at the Plaza next Saturday. Noon. Don't be late," she ordered bitterly, waving her fist. There was a single piece of paper crumpled under the wrath of her right hand. "And wear something nice."

Nami didn't wait for his reply and left just as angry. Sanji, on the other hand, had one of the stupidest grin he had ever seen and was mumbling something about how wonderful and beautiful she was.

Tch, if she had hit him like that, Zoro would have just smacked her right back. Guy or girl, it didn't matter to him. He took another look at Sanji and found him blushing like a little girl. Baka, he thought. Like he should care what happens to that dumbass. It's not like that was the first time some girl hit him.