Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece.
I kind of rushed so it's not spectacular but I like it.

Happy Birthday Sanji~!
お誕生日おめでとうサンジ~!

"Hey…"

"What?"

Sanji frowned but decided to not open his mouth, although the sound of pots and pans clashing together were itching his nerves. He usually never let anyone in his kitchen, his domain, unless he or she was an incredible chef.

This was Zoro.

The blond was extremely nervous.

Sanji winced when he heard a dull sound of spatula scraping the surface of a frying pan. The pans the swordsman was using cost around one hundred belli, enough to make his beloved Nami-san scowl. The sizzling noise came after and the room was slowly filled with an interesting smell.

The formal cook sniffed the air and cocked his head to the side, "What's this? Smells like…"

Zoro spun around and gave the cook a deadening glare, "Would you shut up-or better-get out!?"

"No," Sanji leaned back against the chair, "I want to make sure you won't catch anything on fire."

Zoro snarled and returned to the frying pan, probably sautéing something. The cook heard the swordsman mumble off about bad luck.

Just a few hours ago, Luffy's overly loud voice announced they were going to pick a card from his straw hat. Depending on the card that was their job, regardless they weren't actually good at it. Sanji wasn't allowed to pick a card or rather he wasn't allowed to do anything. He did have the job of sitting anywhere but the main deck where apparently that was where they were setting up a party.

A birthday party for their favorite cook.

Unfortunately for the swordsman, horrifying for the cook, Zoro's job was to cook a feast for the party. At first Sanji was wary about letting the swordsman in his kitchen-a man who seemed to do nothing except sleeping and training. This was one of the reasons why Sanji was in the kitchen with him. The only thing Sanji thought Zoro might be good at was cutting vegetables in large chunks. Now as the scents became familiar and the tense aura around Zoro had weakened, Sanji was able to relax and trail his eyes over the swordsman's body.

Outside Sanji could vaguely hear Nami's screams and Luffy's laughter; Luffy having the job of buying Sanji's birthday presents. He guessed that his captain bought something fun. He prayed it wasn't anything that related to insects. A sweet sound of violin played in the background of the shouts and screams. A mix of acoustic guitar plucked high pitch notes of 'happy birthday' and Usopp filled the notes with his jolly, off-beat song.

Today, since it was his birthday-a once a year special event-Zoro wore something extra special. It was a style Sanji dreamed on seeing.

An apron.

Sanji's pink apron with doskoi panda on the chest.

It was the cook's first time to see someone wearing an apron and for a brute swordsman, it was cute on him. This was enough as a birthday present.

The End

I love when characters wear aprons. It's sweet.