Thanks to my friends Aerle and Thérèse (who doesn't have an account here) for pre-reading!

Note: I use the European system in which the building floor called "first floor" equals the second floor in America, Russia and many Asian countries.

Warning: rating changed to M for this chapter because of sexual content!

Chapter 3

Wednesday and Thursday passed relatively peaceful and by Friday Zoro managed to walk more or less in a straight way to the university building. He had agreed that Koshiro would bring some stuff from his room at the dojo to Robin's apartment after they would be finished in class.

The first course they had scheduled that day was an optional course, that could be chosen out of 5 different ones. Zoro had chosen Japanese Film, which meant he was separated from Robin (who had chosen Japanese Architecture) and Vivi (Japanese Politics). He arrived five minutes early and because of that he had enough choice of seats. He sat down somewhere in the middle and started unpacking his things.

"Well, well, hadn't expect to see you here, handsome!" a happy voice appeared next to him. Zoro turned to his side to look at the freckled face he'd already expected to see after hearing that voice.

"Ace," Zoro said, ignoring the flirtations. He was a little surprised to see him though. "I didn't know you studied Japanese too."

"I don't," he answered as he put his bag on the table next to Zoro. "I'm studying theater-, movie- and television science, second year. This is an optional course I could choose." He sat down on his chair.

Zoro did the same. "I see."

"So you do Japanstudies?" Ace smiled at him and put his hand on the other man's arm. "Do you like it?"

Zoro eyed the hand on his arm. He felt a bit uncomfortable because of it, but decided to leave it for the moment. "Yes, I like this study so far, but we mainly have only had introductions, so I can't really say much about it yet."

Ace brought his face closer to Zoro's. "I think it fits you, so you're probably in the right place here." Zoro could see the freckles on the older man's face even better now. He thought they actually looked quite cute, in contrast with his muscular body.

"I like you," Ace said. "Want to do something together after class?"

"As in a date?" Zoro asked, though it sounded more like a statement. "No thanks, I don't date men who are already in a relationship."

Ace was obviously surprised. "Eh, you know?" The sneaky smile already reappeared on his face.

"Yeah, your friend – Sabo? – gave it pretty much away."

"Ah, too bad. Don't you think it's exciting, dating a bound man?" Ace winked at him.

"Nope. Besides, you're not really my type. No offence," was Zoro's answer.

"Ah, none taken. But you do like men." Ace smirked at him. It wasn't really a question.

Zoro's eyes twitched. "What, is it written on my forehead?"

The older man laughed. "Might just as well be." He brought their faces even closer, the distance being not more than six inches. "If you weren't gay, you would have already rejected me earlier and you would probably have made clear you weren't interested in guys," he whispered. The warmth of his breath tickled the skin on Zoro's face.

"Eew! Get a room, seriously, faggots!" a grossed out voice came from behind them. The two guys looked at each other as if they were mentally discussing what to do with this comment and its owner. They turned their head towards their commentator at the same time, both wearing a deadly look on their face.

The guy behind them looked as if he just tasted something terribly bad. However, upon seeing their faces he got a scared look in his eyes.

Ace jumped over the guys table and landed gracefully on his lap. "What, you're jealous, honey?"

The guys expression became terrified, but he was saved by the teacher. "Uhm, mister, could you please sit down on your own chair?" the woman said. "I would like to begin."

Ace smiled and winked at the guy before standing up. "Yes ma'am!" With one fluent jump over the table he landed back in the seat next to Zoro. They grinned triumphantly at each other.

In the break Ace decided to provoke the homophobic guy a little further by giving him another wink. "Say, sweetheart," he began talking to Zoro.

The green haired man decided to play along. "Yes, dear?"

"You know, I actually quite like this guy. I have a feeling he just needs to be guided out of the closet." Ace gave a half look to the guy behind them.

"You're right," Zoro replied, also watching the guy who started to look back at them with a mixture of fear and disgust. "He is pretty cute, now you mention it."

"Hm, maybe the three of us could… you know," Ace placed his hand on the hand of the guy behind them. "I've always wanted to try a threesome."

Zoro felt his cheeks burn. Maybe Ace went a bit too far. The guy didn't know how fast he had to pull his hand back and looked as if he was on the edge of throwing up. "S-Stay away from me!" He quickly gathered his stuff and went to sit as far away from them as possible.

Zoro and Ace were laughing out loud. "Hey Zoro," Ace began when they got their breath back. "Wouldn't it be nice if me and my brothers would join your group in the canteen, when hanging out between classes?"

"Your brothers?" Zoro asked surprised.

"Yeah, Sabo and Luffy are my brothers!" Ace explained happy.

"Really? I haven't seen Luffy very well, but Sabo didn't look a thing like you!" Zoro said doubtfully.

"Well, we aren't blood related," Ace told him. "But we are brothers!"

The green haired man raised his eyebrows. "You grew up together?" When the other man nodded, he said: "Well, I don't mind if you come sit with us, but I will have to ask the others first. Not that I think they would mind."

"Yea, sure, let me know what they say."

"Ace," Zoro began with stern voice. "Just one thing. Two, actually. Just to make sure, you have to accept that you don't stand a chance with me. You're not my type. It's not gonna happen." He was silent for a moment. "And don't cheat on your boyfriend," he added.

The raven haired guy looked hurt for a moment, but then he smirked and put a hand on Zoro's shoulder. "I know. And I was never very serious anyway. I mean, you are handsome, but I would never really cheat on him."

He seemed to think for a moment, but then he gave Zoro a sneaky smile. "Though, I did mean what I said, about the threesome."

Immediately after Japanese Film there would be a language practice class, where the student-assistants would do some practice with the new students. It wasn't obligatory to go to, but Zoro thought it would be useful and besides that, he had already agreed to meet Robin and Vivi there. However, this meant he didn't know which students would go there – hell, he didn't even know which students were actually students Japanese yet – so he had to find the room it was given in by himself. It would be in room 1.49 and Zoro had figured all room numbers starting with 1 were on the first floor of the building.

A little later he had found room 1.48 and the room next to it didn't have a number by the door, but it seemed logic to Zoro that it would be the room he was looking for. He quietly opened the door a little bit and peeked through it to see if he saw anyone familiar inside.

He did in fact see someone he knew, but it wasn't at all who he had expected to see, let alone the circumstances to see him in.

Mister Le Roux – eh, Shanks – was leaning backwards against a desk, his red-haired head showing an expression of pure pleasure. His shirt was half open and his trousers were down to his ankles. Because of that, Zoro had sight of his full grown manhood. Which was being licked at the moment.

Now he recognized the other man sitting on his knees before Shanks. It was professor Beckman, of whom Usopp had spoken once. His tongue teased Shanks' balls for a moment, before sliding up along his cock and sucking lightly at its head, which made the red head gasp.

The latter put his hand in his lovers hair and caressed the dark grey locks. "Ah… Benn…" He moaned as his entire length disappeared inside the other man's mouth.

Zoro felt the space in his pants become tighter and he blushed heavily. Why was he still watching this? And why was it turning him on? They were both teachers! And though they looked good, they were pretty old too! Zoro quickly closed the door as quietly as he'd opened it and leaned against it, breathing heavily for a moment.

This was obviously not the right room. When he had calmed down a little he went to search for the room that was the right one. After five more minutes he had found 1.49 on the other side of the hallway.

He opened the door even more carefully this time, but now he found the room crowded with fellow students. Relieved he stepped through the door and was greeted by a head full of beautiful golden locks.

"You're late, Shitty Marimo," the student-assistant said.

"Marimo?" Zoro asked a little confused by this new nickname.

"You don't know what it is? It's the seaweed moss-ball your head looks like," Sanji said as an answer on his not-asked question.

"What? Well, it's better than having a dartboard brow!"

"You –" Sanji grabbed the collar of Zoro's shirt, his back of his hand touching the bare skin underneath. The green haired man felt angry, but at the same time he felt his heart skip a beat at the touch of the soft fingers.

Behind them someone cleared his throat. "Uhm, Sanji?"

The blonde let go of Zoro's shirt and straightened his face. "Ah, I'm sorry, Kohza." He turned away to the other two standing in front of the totally silent group of students. "Zoro is a student from my class. I just wanted to make sure he gets that we don't like it when people come in late."

The green haired man quickly found a seat next to Robin, who watched him with interest. "Did you run here?"

Zoro looked puzzled at her. "No. Why?"

"Oh, nothing. Your face just looks a little red."

Zoro felt his cheeks warm even more. Would it be because of the touch of the blonde's hands or was it because of the memory of what he'd just seen a few minutes ago? He didn't think he would ever forget that image, no matter how badly he wanted it.

Sanji told them Kohza and Kamakiri, the two guys standing next to him, were student-assistants like him. Zoro looked at the blonde and didn't really hear much more of what he said. Sanji was the only one really dressed up smart, but it looked good at him. It made his body stand out very well. Though Zoro slowly began to wonder what he would look like without that suit on.

"Ah, so your type is blonde?" Robin's voice said quietly near his ear, which almost made him jump.

His face turned red again. He knew it wouldn't matter if he'd deny it, but he tried anyway. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You've got a crush on him," the woman stated.

"I do not!" he said. He might feel attracted to the blonde, but it was definitely not a crush!

"You do!" said Vivi, who had apparently been eavesdropping on their conversation. She smiled triumphantly at him. "Your head has the color of a tomato! There's no point in denying it!" She said a little too loud.

"Vivi-chan, although you're absolutely right about that, could you please be quiet for just a few more minutes, while I explain a few things, my princess?" Sanji asked with a singing tone to his voice.

The smile disappeared from the girl's face. "But I'm afraid he likes girls," she whispered.

However, Zoro wasn't so sure about that. It just seemed so over the top, it looked more like an act to him. As if he wanted to hide something. That he was gay, for example. It was just a feeling, though. He couldn't be sure about it, of course, but when he looked at Robin, she gave him a mysterious smile. Zoro wondered if she thought the same.

Koshiro's car – with trailer – drove in front of the building of Robin's apartment, perfectly on time. The two students had been home for ten minutes and Zoro had just read and signed the contract Robin had made. The three of them moved Zoro's stuff from the car to his room in their apartment. It went faster than Zoro had anticipated, which appeared to be mostly because of Robin, who almost seemed to have an extra pair of hands at some times.

Although Zoro didn't own that much stuff, it wasn't possible for Koshiro to bring everything at once, so he only brought the most necessary things like his bed, a closet, some clothes, a desk and chair and of course, his swords.

Robin looked surprised when she saw them. "Are those for decoration, or…"

"No." Zoro smirked at her. "I practice kenjutsu."

She looked at the swords again. "Three… santoryu?" she asked a little confused.

Zoro was impressed. "You know something about kenjutsu? Most people around here don't even know of its existence."

"Well I read about it once, and thought to remember something about ittoryu and nitoryu, so I figured if you use three swords it would be called santoryu, since 'three' is 'san' in Japanese," she explained.

Zoro nodded. "That's right. And I'm gonna be the best."

He put his swords on their standard in his new room and after Koshiro had hung his clothes in his closet they were finished. The older man couldn't leave the dojo alone for a very long time, so he quickly drove back.

"He's a nice guy, that father of yours," Robin said as they drank a cup of tea again.

"He isn't my father," Zoro said. "Though it feels a bit like he is."

Robin nodded understanding before she changed the subject. "Well, we still need to fill that other room. Do you know anyone who's looking for a place to live around here?"

Zoro thought about it for a moment, but couldn't think of anyone. "No, but can't we hold some sort of housemate selection evening*?"

She nodded. "I was thinking the same. We could write an advertisement now, if you want."

"Nah, you can do that. I'm not very good at that kind of stuff." Zoro admitted. "And I've got some studying to do anyway."

"OK, I will start with it right away," Robin agreed. "Shall we pick next Friday for the selection evening?"

"Sure, I will leave everything to you then." And with that Zoro went into his room to do some studying.

* Where I live it's common in (some) student houses to hold an event called "hospiteeravond" in Dutch. I really don't know how to translate this (more literally "hospitality evening" but that doesn't describe it very well) or if there even is a word for this in English (if you know, please send me a message). I also don't even know if it is a custom to do this somewhere outside of the Netherlands, so I will shortly describe what this (small) event is about; first an advertisement will be placed on the internet in which the room and house are described and sometimes what kind of person the current people living there are searching for. People who want to react on this advert sent a little introduction about themselves and after that the people living in the house pick a few of them for the "selection evening". On this evening they will all talk with each other to get to know them a little better and at the end of the evening one is chosen to live in the free room.

Wow, that was quite a big explanation XD Well, anyway, THANKS FOR READING! :D please review ;)