AN: One Piece belongs to the wonderful Eiichiro Oda (has everyone seen what's going on right now in the subbed anime?! XD)

So, you may have read in my profile about what the inspiration is for this story, but if you haven't, it was inspired by 'What I go to School For' by Busted ^_^ If you're looking for lemons, you're in the wrong place, but if you're looking for fluff, teasing and a little bit of 'adult thinking' then you're definitely in the right place! ;P This isn't all that short, so don't expect too much to happen too quickly! It is about a Sixth Year crush, not a whirlwind romance! ;P

Hope you enjoy! ^_^

Chapter One – The New Teacher

Zoro walked into the classroom and snatched the seat at the front of the class, earning curious looks from the rest of the class as they followed him in. He was always the last one in, if he even bothered to turn up to class at all. Everyone knew to save him the seat right at the back by the window so that he could fall asleep staring out the window as always. None of them had been surprised when he'd ended up in their class three years previous. Everyone in the school knew all he did was sleep through classes when he showed up, and none of them had been surprised when he'd been forced to repeat third year.

That had been when he'd met his current group of younger friends, along with a guy his own age who'd transferred schools and ended up having to start at the beginning of third year because of it. His new friends had made sure that he passed all of his tests and exams without exception by forcing him to turn up to them, even if he did still fall asleep during the classes. Sixth year had started no different to any other year. Zoro would get off the school bus and fall asleep under a tree, or sometimes even in it. He'd only turn up to classes if it was raining, snowing or just too cold.

It was the third week before they got any rain.

Zoro had appeared in through the classroom door, last in as always, and made his way to his usual desk where he collapsed into his seat, mumbling bitterly about the heavy rain. He'd sat staring out at it for less than five minutes before falling asleep in his chair with a large yawn, the teacher still not having arrived. He didn't notice when she did, only two minutes after he'd happily dozed off, but he did feel something lying on top of him as he'd stirred halfway through the class.

Zoro opened his eyes grumpily, wondering who'd dare tamper with him while he slept. Zoro jumped in his seat as he realised someone's jacket was over him, the whole class turning to face him as they burst out laughing at him. Zoro snatched the jacket off of himself as he glared at the rest of the class, still not even noticing the teacher calmly sitting at her desk watching him, giggling quietly behind her hand. Zoro examined the purple jacket, looking for a name to start yelling, glancing threateningly at the few people who still dared to laugh.

Failing to find a name tag, he grumpily folded it, glancing around at the backs of everyone's chairs, finding a coat on every chair, puzzling him greatly. That was when he spotted the glare of his friend sitting next to him. He narrowed his eyes as he stared at Sanji, wondering what was wrong with him. Zoro looked down at the jacket in his hand again and smirked. It was a woman's jacket. He quickly glanced around at the girls in his class and decided it couldn't be one of theirs. That brought him to the teacher. The teacher he'd never met and didn't even know the name of.

He looked to the front of the class, his eyes falling on the unknown teacher.

"You looked cold when I came in, so I put my jacket over you since you didn't seem to have one," the woman smiled before glancing down at a sheet of paper in front of her, "Roronoa Zoro?"

"I don't need one." He replied gruffly, nodding to her that she had his name correct, looking away as he felt his cheeks start to warm at the embarrassment of her having given him her jacket.

"Ah, so you're a big tough man who doesn't feel the cold, Zoro-san?" he could hear the laughter in her voice as he pointedly stared out of the window, "I'll get my jacket from you at the end of the class. The class is answering the questions on page three hundred and twelve if you wish to partake."

Zoro opened his textbook, hearing the class' gasps and whispering as he did so. He smirked and glanced up at the teacher, her nose now firmly planted in a book. None of the class had seen him open a textbook before, other than Sanji and the rest of their group, and none of them had seen a teacher bother telling him what to do whenever he'd woken up, either letting him fall back asleep or sending him to the Principal's office. This teacher was different, and Zoro could tell.

He looked at the first question and answered it without a second thought, quickly making it through the set work and falling back asleep in the corner before most of the class had made it passed halfway through. He wasn't stupid, he was just lazy. The only reason that he'd been made to repeat a year was his attendance. When they'd finally had him in class on a test day, courtesy of being dragged in by one of his friends after gaining an earful from her, even the teachers had gotten a surprise at just how well he'd done. That was the only reason he'd made it to sixth year – they just gave him the test papers now instead of nagging him about attendance.

"Zoro-san? The bell has rang, you need to go to your next class now. Your friend left for his French class, saying that you'd catch up later." Zoro stirred, aware of a woman's voice and jumped as he realised what it was saying.

"Shit! Next class! Shit, what was it?!" Zoro scrambled around grabbing his things off of his desk and throwing them into his bag, ignoring the woman standing over him.

"I was asked to tell you that you had Music next? With Mr Brooke?" Zoro paused in his scramble, his eyes falling on the smooth legs of a woman as he sat bent over his bag.

Zoro's eyes glided up the long porcelain legs, his gaze falling on a short purple skirt, the same colour of the jacket that had been over him. The teacher. His eyes continued slowly on their journey, meeting large hips and a narrow waist before being greeted with a very tightly bound chest, causing Zoro to gulp. His eyes jumped up to the teacher's, not daring to let them continue their migration. He smiled awkwardly at her, his hand retreating from his bag with the jacket that he'd been in the process of stuffing into it. He passed her the jacket, muttering a quiet apology before standing up, quickly realising the woman was two inches taller than him, much to his embarrassment.

"I need your answer sheet too since you actually did the work I asked of you, Zoro-san. The class seemed very surprised by that – have you never done any class work before?" She smiled, Zoro glancing away.

"Not since second year. The teachers held me back at the end of third year 'cause I wasn't turning up." Zoro explained, still not looking at her as he shouldered his bag, handing her the sheet of paper.

"Ah, that would explain why you're older than the rest of the class. That doesn't explain why they let you continue considering I have noticed your lack of attendance – I believe this is the first time we've met, Roronoa Zoro-san. My name is Nico Robin, and I will be your History teacher for the rest of the year, assuming you return to my class."

"Hey," Zoro muttered, "sorry Miss Nico, but I should probably get to Music."

"You may call me Robin, Zoro-san – you are a sixth year now, and an older sixth year at that," Zoro's cheeks flushed as he heard the light laughter ringing in her voice again as it had earlier, quickly rushing out of the room before she could notice.

Zoro sat at the desk, wondering why everyone was making such a fuss. He'd turned up, hadn't he? So what if he was sitting at the front? This teacher wasn't going to send him to the Principal's office just for sleeping, and she actually gave him something to do when he woke up. She was already making sixth year more interesting, and it had nothing to do with her legs, her hips or her chest, or her pale blue eyes as she laughed. In fact, it definitely had nothing to do with her laugh.

She kept teasing him and it seriously irritated him, but she was the teacher – what could he do about it? As long as she didn't embarrass him in front of the rest of the class, he wasn't exactly going to complain. Zoro glanced over at Sanji sitting at the desk next to him, the blonde watching him suspiciously, having noticed their obvious seat change. He leant over to mutter to Sanji that he'd gotten to be alone with Robin after the last class, but stopped before he could speak as said woman walked into the room. Zoro smirked as their eyes met and she smiled – this had to be killing the idiot next to him.

"Zoro-san, you're answers were very impressive – have you been reading your textbook outside of class? You'd save yourself a lot of trouble if you just turned up – not that I'm discouraging you from working hard, but I am glad you have decided to join us today again, especially since it's such a nice day outside. You always look so comfy under that tree." Zoro's face turned crimson as he started spluttering, trying to explain himself and failing miserably, only leading to causing himself further embarrassment.

Zoro groaned as the bell rang and Sanji slapped his shoulder with his textbook, telling him it was time to wake up. Zoro rubbed his eyes and looked down at the filled sheet of paper in front of him. He smirked as he stretched his arms, ignoring the muttering of the girls in his class, as he wondered if Robin would be impressed with this one – he'd even went as far as to do the next page before falling asleep. He'd prove he wasn't just some lazy muscle-bound idiot without a brain. She couldn't understand how he'd actually made it into sixth year? He'd show her. He wasn't as stupid as everyone assumed him to be, he was just selective about where he put any effort in.

Zoro leant forward to start clearing his desk and accidentally knocked his pencil off his desk. He cursed as he seen it rolling away from him, realising he was actually going to have to go after it. He shoved his textbook into his bag, looking up as he started to sit back to start getting up. His eyes were caught by the sight of someone reaching down. He'd been about to call out that it was his before they tried to walk off with it, when he realised it wasn't one of his classmates.

He watched as Robin bent down to pick his pencil up, providing a view that would send Sanji to hospital with blood loss. He could see right down her straining blouse as she picked up his pencil, standing up slowly as she lifted her gaze to meet his. Zoro gulped as he stared back into her eyes, barely noticing her taking the two steps required to stand next to him. Zoro blinked as he stared up at her, abruptly standing up as he heard her laughing. He accepted his pencil and grabbed his answer sheet from his desk, handing it to her before rushing out of the room.

This wasn't him. He didn't stare down girls' tops. He didn't admire their legs. He ignored them unless they spoke to him directly. He'd always turned them down when they'd asked him out, asking them that if they couldn't make the effort to actually talk to him before suddenly introducing themselves and asking him out, then how could they actually think they were in love with him. He didn't bother trying to be nice. He was always blunt, and he didn't bother with girls unless he had to. They were more hassle than they were worth.

So what the hell was making him act like Sanji? He'd turned up to class twice and had already found himself scalding himself for being a pervert. Zoro cursed quietly as he remembered feeling disappointed that she'd been wearing trousers today. The image of her bending over in her skirt as she faced away from him to pick up his pencil flickered into his head, and he cursed as he lectured himself for picturing her turning around as she stood up and bent over his desk to return his pencil, a naughty look in her eyes as she pressed her breasts together with her arms as she held out his pencil, daring him to look down her shirt again.

This wasn't him – what had she done to him?

So, first chapter, what did you think? :)

Title change for last Sunday's one-shot (Thank You Dyloa!) to 'Ma Courageuse Petite Mellorine'!

Today:

'The Twisting String that is Fate' Ch3 – One Piece (Zorobin)

'His Sixth Year Crush' Ch1 – One Piece (Zorobin)

Friday:

'Conceit and Crudity' Ch3 – Fairy Tail (GaLe/Gajevy + others)

Sunday:

'Dishes' – One Piece (Zosan)

(If anyone has any requests for one-shots, just let me know! ^_^)