If they could just shut up... Why, oh why had he ended up in such a noisy class? Sure, they wasn't as bad as Ace's little brother and they was on a field-trip, but it was a little too much if he had to take his refuge to the roof to get some calm. Not that the slight chill were bothering him, it was more about the principle.

With a sight, the green haired teen looks up at the all but sparkling sky, covered with stars and a moon so bright there was no need for any other light to see. A light breeze ruffles in his short hair and one earring, the edges of his dark blue yukata fluttering slightly in the wind where he lie on the roof with hands behind his head as a pillow. In a way, it was nice to be able to relax like this once in a while, as his father used to say. With a life of war before him, he should take every chance he got to be a regular teenager.

Suddenly, a sound to his left startles him to sit up, his senses already on its' way to be honed to react to any possible threat. It was probably just a raccoon or something someone had hit over, but it was still best to be on guard.

With a frown, he watches a blond head rise over the roof's edge, followed by pale hands and a leg which has escaped from the confines of the yukata so that its' owner can climb up. Zoro can feel a slight blush bloom on his cheekbones as he looks at Sanji climbing up on the roof, but feels laughter well up as he sees how the other has solved the problem with the yukata having no pockets. In his mouth, there is a packet of cigarettes stuffed, muffling the sound of surprise he tries to utter as he sees Zoro.

Deciding to ignore him for his own good, the young swordsman lies down again and tries to shut out the sounds of footsteps coming closer. A slight bump and he knows the other is sitting next to him. With the sound of a lighter, he also knows that the blond has light up one of his cancer sticks, the smell of it proving him right as the smoke reaches his nose.

He should leave. He should stand up and walk away, so that he wasn't tempted to do something he shouldn't do. Sure, there was nothing wrong with being homosexual, but not with a regular human who knew nothing about his true self. But as he peers up at the other, basking in the moonlight, it is just too hard to do so. Surely, if he just kept quiet the two of them could be next to each other without breaking anything, right? And without him breaking any kind of rules and orders…

"A penny for your thoughts." Yeah, so much for keeping quite. As soon as he was home in Kyoto again, he will force his own mouth to commit seppuku. But now, when Sanji looks down with him, seemingly shocked by the sudden words from his usually grump classmate, it dries up and he feels like he can't breathe. The moonlight shimmers on golden hair, reflecting in a blue eye he could drown in and making pale skin even paler. Surely, this must be what the moon god, Tsukiyomi, looks like.

"Well… I'm just thinking, do the stars decide our fate, or are we free to do as we like?"

The words came as a chock to Zoro; he wasn't expecting that kind of answer, but it made the gears in his head turn. Should he let rules not even spoken to him decide what he did? Decide whether he should act on what he wants or not? Sanji takes his cigarette from his lips, blowing out smoke before looking away from the other and speaking up again. "Say something marimo, this is getting embarrassing."
Clearing his throat slightly, he opens his mouth and words come out, while his thoughts keep running through his head, rushing towards an answer. "I don't think so; it's we ourselves who puts us in situations where we are ordered around. So you can't blame the stars." "Gods, on the other hand…"

"Tch, what are you, some kind of expert?" Though the words are the usual tease, the tone is different, much softer without venom. He sits up, his trains of thought stopping at a certain destination as he hears the change.

"And what do you think?" His tone is casual, nothing like his usual shouting and growling, no mean nicknames attached. Waiting, he looks on as the blond smokes some more, before words flow out with the smoke once again.

"Well, if we put ourselves in situations where we lose control, then what kind of situation is this? Who of us is directing it?"
"Both of us." He says it with a shrug, his heart beating like crazy as he waits for a reaction, hoping that they can keep it like this. Keep it calm and outside the boundaries they've set up for themselves by acting as they do and others' expectations. Since even if everyone expected them to fight, there was no one other than them here now. Here, on this roof, they could defy everything tying them down.

"And what if we want different things?" Once again the voice is soft, yet firm as a smile starts to play over pale lips. Lips he would kill for to kiss.

"Then it's just that simple and we can go back to fighting."

Sanji's shoulders jerk slightly and their eyes meet in silence. Suddenly, both know they were thinking about the same thing, hearing the same undertone in their exchange of words. Taking a deep breath, Zoro leans forward slowly, for the first time since his initiation nervous about doing something. But as he sees Sanji lick his lips and lean forward too, his heart takes a leap and he throws the rules and orders out the window, pressing his lips to pale ones.

Instincts taking over, he scoots a bit closer, bringing his right hand up to cup a cheek as their lips moves softly against each other. The blond is a better kisser, he can tell, but he quickly picks up on it, making up for lack of experience with passion.

As the kiss break, before they get too much into it, the green haired teen knows something has changed inside of him. Looking into blue eyes, the bangs on the blonde's left side having slipped to the side, he knows he doesn't give a damn about not loving someone who knows nothing about what he is. He will break without this man by his side; it would be easier defying gravity than leaving him.

Brushing Sanji's cheek, he speaks up again, his voice just above a whisper.

"I know what I want to do."

"What?" A smile plays over the blonde's lips and he leans his face into the caress, pressing a light kiss against a calloused thumb.

"I want to do that again." Laughter comes over Sanji's lips as he leans in and brushes his nose against Zoro's before sealing the deal with another kiss.

"Then let's do it again."