SURPRISE
Surprises.
Sanji doesn't really fancy that thing.
Heck, he even hated it.
Surprise means something unexpectedly happens, like voila, out of blue and out of expectation.
And he doesn't like that. He wants to keep things in order. His schedules. Like cooking.
Yep, cooking.
So when a rubber flies into the galley of Thousand Sunny demanding for meat, he flew a kick onto the head, sending it back to the deck. Well, that was expected, so he doesn't really hate it. He could put it into his schedule later.
Kick the damn rubber every five minutes before meal.
Then, there was a heavy stomp of boots that he knew so much that it was almost sickening, walking into the galley and he heard the door locked.
He didn't even have to turn around to see who it is, "What do you want, marimo?"
Zoro didn't say anything as he slipped his arm around the cook from behind and press their body together. Sanji also didn't do anything when he felt the swordsman's chin on his shoulder.
They stay like that, for almost five minutes before their captain charge into the galley again, and again, the cook sent a kick, sending the rubber boy back at the deck, again.
The cook watch the swordsman grab a sake and stomp out of the kitchen, dragging their captain along with him. That would keep the galley silent for at least fifteen minutes. That was good enough.
He resumes his task, chopping some herbs to go along with the chicken soup.
That cycle had happened for almost two weeks now, since they celebrated their arrival at New World. When later that night, the crew found out that their swordsman fancy dicks and boobs.
And has a hot for him.
All along.
That was even a bigger surprise than to find out your cook was once an okama.
Come on, the moss head was asexual. At least.
Sanji made a mantel note to kill their sniper to start the 'truth or dare' game that night.
He would be lying if he said he doesn't feel anything from it. Fuck, any straight guy would find the lost moss ball is fucking hot.
He began chopping harder at the poor rosemary.
Okay, he got a thing for the marimo. So what?
Marimo, I like you too. Let's fuck.
The cook slammed his head on the chopping board, hard.
That's why he hates surprises.
Surprises. Che!
"Are you alright, Cook-san?"
"Ah, Robin-chan." He straightened himself. When did the archaeologist in the galley anyway? "I'm okay. What brings you here?"
She looked at the chopping board, the squashed rosemary then the cook and back to the rosemary again. Poor thing.
"Nothing." She shrugged. The raven took a spoon and take a sip from the simmering chicken soup, closed her eyes to favour the taste in her mouth. She let out a pleasant sigh and turned to the cook and smiled at him, "A little spice would do." Then she turned on her heel towards the deck.
Weird.
Robin never suggested anything when he cooked before. Far away from complimenting when he cooks.
Then it hit him.
He should've known. The archaeologist knows too much.
Damn it. Now he can't stop grinning like a fool.
The idiot gonna be on watch tonight. That would do.
A little spice wouldn't hurt. He can live with it.
Looks like he has to rearrange his schedules later.
Surprises.
Hmm.
It ain't that bad.
AUTHOR NOTE: haha! Surprises. I don't fancy that thing either. I got this idea when I was reading fanfiction, my mom came in and told me to go out. I hate it when someone ruining my scheduled.