At the end of the day, and after a long passionate pillow fight, they were lying on the little balcony of Sanji's home, snuggled up against each other on their blankets and pillows. It was supposed to be a starlit night according to the weather forecast and so they wanted to enjoy the view of beautifully shining stars. Both of them had an obsession with the nightly sky, they would lay there occasionally on the very same balcony and point out different constellations to each other. Usually Sanji would come up with some great story about the Greeks and their theories about some constellations and Zoro always loved to listen to his story-telling, be it facts he had read in a book or a fairy tale he had been told. Zoro mostly loved it because his friend was for once not mocking him, therefore no reason for him to mock back and no reason for Sanji to kick him and eventually no reason for them both to fight. They would just lay there, Sanji's head on Zoro's shoulder, and stare up into the beautiful sky.
The mop of blonde hair shifted into his vision quickly before repositioning on Zoro's chest, an arm was draped over his belly, making warmth spread through his body from that spot. His best friend's voice was clear as the night sky and soft as the blanket underneath them as he spoke, "When we're grown-up's, I want to keep on watching the stars like this with you."