Zoro and I have been on war. That no-talking-no-looking-no-contact-of-sort type of war. Actually, it's my fault. Hurrah! Kudos for being an asshole for the nth time!
As far as I know, in this kind of situation, it's better to admit my fault and apologize. That's the general rule, right? However, it turns out that the other party does not believe in such thing, especially if it is done numerous times already. Right. They say that anything that is repeated loses its sense. Guess, I have to do something with our situation.
After attending culinary school, I hurriedly run to the bastard's house. Knowing that he'll soon come home from the gym.
I extend my arm to remove a piece of red brick just above the doorframe. Sitting behind it, is a spare key covered with dust. It's been a long time since I last used it, probably because I always come here with Zoro. I, then quickly unlock the door and dash to the living room.
The room still looks the same as always, with its dark green couch, wooden table covered with different sports magazines, and a television attached to the white wall.
"He will never really change. If we are to live together, I swear I'll never leave him alone without him cleaning his mess. Tsk. Look at all these dirty clothes and dirty dishes. He is such a pig." He murmurs while picking each of the magazines and clothes before putting them in place.
Somehow, a smile playfully creeps on his face as the thought of them living together hits him. Sanji always finds it weird and not weird at the same time, whenever he thinks about sharing a place with Zoro. It's weird because neither one of them actually talk about it and also not weird 'cause it occasionally pops in and out of the blond's mind. Though, he will probably never let the other man know this little fantasy of him. He will surely laugh his head off when he finds out.
Two hours have passed before the blond hears the sound of the door unlocking. He quickly sits up straight, his heart thumps as he hears the familiar sound of Zoro's boots and distinct clicking of a woman's stiletto against the floor.
"Looks like he's not alone." Sanji thinks.
If that's the case, he will probably have to wait for Zoro's companion to leave or the other way around. Anyways, I have to have a good talk to him today.
"Hey! Treat me nicely Roro!" A thin and sweet voice says. It's rare to see Zoro with girls other than their friends and that voice is obviously not owned by anyone that Sanji knows. He knows that Zoro is not the type to cheat, but it still bothers him to see his man with someone else.
"Is this the reason why he avoids me? Is he going out with that girl?" Sanji asks himself. "But, Zoro will never do that to me. He will never cheat on me." He adds, probably just to assure himself. Afterall, these are merely theories, not anything that has a solid proof.
Not wanting to prolong his agony, Sanji slowly stands up to welcome the unwelcome.
The first thing he sees is the baffled expression of Zoro, next, the girl in a black and pink dress, then the hand tightly clinging to Zoro's arm, and a seemingly fresh red spot at the green-haired man's neck.
Anger boils inside him, but he does not speak nor move a bit. He just stares at his boyfriend and waits for the other man to speak.
"What are you doing here?" The green-haired man asks. His tone cold and calm.
"Is that it? Is that all he has to say, after ignoring me for weeks?" He thinks.
"Nothing. I'm just dropping by, but since you are kinda busy, it is probably better for me to take my leave." The blond answers while looking at the man coldly. Luckily, his voice does not fail him; his words come out sharp and cold. Just like how he wants it to be.
"Ugh yeah. Want me to send you out?" The other man offers as if nothing is really off.
This surprises the blond. He does not expect Zoro to treat him this way. He storms out of the house, barely bumping his shoulder with the other man's and stares at him all the way out of the house.
As soon as Sanji sets foot outside, he can feel his heart constricts, his breathing becomes shallow, and his legs turn weak. Every step he takes feels like walking right into an endless quicksand. A single move can pull him down to the deepest part. His body feels heavy and weak. All he wants to do now is to run to his home, which seems harder now that his head becomes cloudy and filled with doubts and useless thoughts.
Thinking that Zoro may probably follow him, he musters all the strength he has and hails a taxi. Unfortunately, the green-haired man does not show up. Does this mean that he is guilty, does he really not care about Sanji now? These kinds of thoughts bug him. He does not want to break up with the other man, but this is way too hurtful than anything he ever experienced.