Sanji was speechless. He honestly didn't know what to say. It had been so sudden, the way Zoro had appeared at his apartment, a hot mess and out of breath. He raised an eyebrow, skeptically waiting with his hand in his pocket for Zoro to stop heaving and catch himself. "The hell happened to you, Marimo?" he snorted, watching the man straighten up.
Zoro scowled darkly, glaring at the blonde before taking a deep breath. His heart was on fire. "I almost got hit by a bus..." he admitted softly.
Sanji nearly choked on his own spit. He had to put a hand on his abdomen, the way he began to burst out into laughter, shaking his frame.
"Oi! It ain't funny alright!" Zoro growled.
Sanji wiped a tear from his eye regardless. "That's what you get for having no sense of direction! Lemmie guess, you thought it was north?"
His tease didn't calm the Marimo though. Zoro stood up straighter, trying to play off the fact his cheeks were beginning to flush. "No I didn't," he began, fetching something from the pocket of his sweatshirt. "But it made me realize something..."
Sanji's laughter died as he noticed the particular shape of the item Zoro was retrieving. "Zoro..." he muttered, his mind quickly processing what was happening. "You..."
Zoro took yet another deep breath for encouragement, moving down to rest on his knee. "Sanji.. Will you… Oi!-"
The blonde slammed his palm into the Neanderthal's forehead, knocking him back on his ass and out of his doorway. He wanted to finish his own sentence that had been rudely interrupted. "...Are so unromantic!" he snapped, bending down and taking the box from the swordsman. It was his after all and he began to inspect it much closer.
Zoro got up quickly, rubbing at his backside. "Fucking cook! Why you gotta ruin it?"
Sanji ignored him, slipping the ring on his finger just to try. The image melted most of Zoro's anger away and he scowled.
"So what do you say? Will you?"
This time it was the blonde who sighed, taking the ring off and settling it back safely into its box. Then he held it back out for Zoro to take. "I will," he admitted without stutter, going against his gesture of giving it back. "But, only if you do it the right way. Not 'cause you almost got yourself killed."
"The right way?" the moron had the nerve to ask.
Sanji blushed, glaring at him and pushing him through the doorway again in a fluster. "Take me out to dinner first, bastard!"
The cook slammed the door into Zoro's face, not willing to see the Marimo's stupid grin any longer.