Zoro tried opening the door to their room to no avail. Sanji wouldn't let him inside. The whole thing wasn't even a big deal, but the cook had to be a drama queen. Zoro knew that his friend's wouldn't let the cook live it down, but he could pull them aside and convince them otherwise.
"Sanji, open the door."
No response.
Zoro tried the knob. "I have stuff in there I need to get. You know I leave for work in an hour."
The bed creaked, and the sound of padding feet traveled across the room. With his ear pressed against the door, Zoro heard the sliding of hangers on the rung, clothes being tugged off, and the footsteps growing closer. Rolling his shoulders, he waited until the door creaked open before he shoved against it. Sanji fell onto his ass, but Zoro was too frustrated with him to care.
"So-"
"Don't say anything." Sanji rubbed his forehead.
"It'll be easier if you just talk to me." Zoro helped him up from the ground and didn't release his hands when he was back on his feet.
"What? So you can laugh at me?"
"As funny as your reaction was, I'm not gonna laugh at the thought of something like that."
Sanji looked away, his cheeks felt warm. He still couldn't believe he'd answered to the title "Mr. Roronoa". When Law had called out to Zoro, they both responded in front of Ace, Luffy, and his precious Nami-swan. He could never look her in the eye again. He buried his face into Zoro's neck, and felt strong arms wrap around his waist.
"Hey, cook."
"Not now, I'm sulking."
Zoro pressed a kiss to his ear, and grinned. "All right, but I wanted to let you know that the opening for Mr. Roronoa maybe open soon."
Sanji stomped on his foot.