"Alright, fine, go ahead. I don't even care anymore what the fuck you do with your life; you can go now and do whatever the fuck you want with your life for all I care." Zoro says as Sanji stormed out of the apartment with nothing and closed the door with a loud noise.
It wasn't a normal fight like any other; both Zoro and Sanji knew this was the end of their relationship. And none of them want to admit it because they still want it to last, but nothing is working out anymore. Nothing good is happening to them, they're slowly drifted apart from each other. They thought they were perfect for each other; they thought they were the one for each other. So they ask why, why did it ended up like this? How did it get to this? When did things go wrong? Was it me? Did I do something wrong? Both didn't have any answers for any of the questions they asked themselves.
Sanji decided to walk with no destination. He didn't know where he was going, yet he still continued to walk and walk. He wanted to clear his mind, but his mind be really cleared in just one walk? He doubts and wishes it at the same time. He thought of what he still wanted, he still wanted his relationship with Zoro. But then the thought was followed up by another one, Zoro wouldn't want him now, wouldn't he? After all, they're fight was about him getting a scholarship to a famous culinary school. Zoro wanted him to go, of course, but he decided not to accept the scholarship he earned. His reason was him.
Zoro wanted Sanji to take the scholarship, but he didn't and it was because of him. Sanji wanted to stay with Zoro and not go anywhere. He didn't want to be the reason why his boyfriend doesn't succeed in meeting his dream; it makes him feel guilty knowing that. But now, he lost him and he knows the boy is up to no good. Who knows what will happen next? All he wanted was for Sanji to pursue his career without him as an excuse to not do it. Even if there was another excuse, he'd still want him to do it either way. He was flattered at first when Sanji decided to stay with him at first, but he then realized it means he doesn't want to chase his dream.
If it wasn't only for Zoro's role in the dojo, he would've gone with Sanji, but he was the breadwinner of the dojo. He was the most talented and experienced one in the dojo; might even say a bit better than the owner of the dojo himself. He couldn't leave his students; he wanted to see them excel and see how far they can go. He had to think of himself too, but was he really right about thinking about himself? Was what he did selfish?
Zoro takes out a can of beer from his fridge, opens it, and drinks from it. He sits on the leather couch and turns the TV on. He decided to wait for Sanji, even though he doubted he would come home tonight. He still waited for him, though.
Sanji came to conclusion it was time for him to find a place where he can sleep, he decided a room in a hotel would be nice, but he decided he had no money with him. He had no choice but to walk to the old geezer's house. He wanted to go home where Zoro is, but he knew he wouldn't want him to be there. Like he thought earlier, he probably hates him right now. He walks fast and steady; he looks down and looks around. Everyone who was walking was happy, they seemed to be having the best time of their lives. But Sanji? Nah, he was a dumb fuck, he now realized there are multiple ways how they can communicate when Zoro was across the world from him.
"What relationship? Our relationship probably ended right there at that moment I left our home." He mumbles to himself. He looks up to see where he was standing; in front of Baratie. He sees it was closed, but knowing his old man he knew the door would be left open. He was just here hours ago, but now he's back again. "Aye, old geezer, I'm back." He greeted Zeff.
"Did you forget something? Why are you back this late?" Zeff looked at the fancy clock; it read 10:28 PM. The old man knew already when he looked at Sanji.
"We had another fight." Sanji sighs and sits down at a random and clean table. "He got mad because I didn't accept the scholarship." Well, Sanji hasn't really officially refused, but his mind was made up until he had a fight with Zoro. Zeff walked towards Sanji to slap him in the neck.
"You're a dumbass, you know? Did you not think about how he would feel? You always talked about your future together with him. You'd be the famous chef," Zeff quotes, "and he would still teach at the dojo. He would want you to accomplish your dream after all, with him or without him. He wouldn't want to get in your way." He goes back to wiping the tables.
"So you think I should go because of him?" Sanji asks.
"No, you should go because you want to learn more about cooking, you want to master cooking. Use Zoro as an inspiration." It was the first time Zoro's name was mentioned in the conversation.
"Alright, thanks, old man." Sanji smiles at Zeff and exits out of the restaurant and walks home.
As he walks home, he battles with both sides of his brain and think what will happen next. He doesn't want Zoro to feel like he needs to hold on to a promise; a promise that can be either broken or kept. He doesn't want to cage him in a love that is falling apart. After all, they've been having too many small fights that lead to the biggest fights they have ever had. Is their love fading away? The spark wasn't as bright as it was before.
So he decides to write addressed to Zoro when he got home. He sees him sleeping on the couch with two empty cans of beer. Sanji sighed at the scene, he sure will miss this. He wanted to call of their relationship now; he's going to leave a week after anyway. All he has to do is write the letter he wants to write, tell the university he is acquiring the scholarship they have offered, and maybe stay at his old man's house.
He goes to their room (Well, only Zoro's now) and sits down on the wooden chair. He grabbed a piece of line paper and a functional pen and writes his heart out.
After signing the letter, he packs his clothes and leaves the sweater Zoro loves. Before he left, he kissed Zoro on the lips one last time. It was full of passion, emotions; it was basically what Sanji could give Zoro. Before the green haired man woke up, he left. But this time, he looked back and said, "I'm sorry."