(Untouchable)

Ever since that day Zoro came through Sanji's window, Zoro had been sneaking in every night, much to Sanji's dismay. He didn't want the green-haired boy in his room, yet he couldn't bring himself to kick the boy out. Zoro provided Sanji this strange comfort he didn't know another man could give.

At first, the shared space between them was awkward. Sanji slept in his bed, while Zoro slept in a sleeping bag on the floor. Mostly Zoro just sat by Sanji's side till he fell asleep and he released Zoro's hand. Zoro didn't mind it though, he enjoyed being loved by someone even if it is a gang member.

Unknownst to Sanji, there's another motive for Zoro staying by Sanji's side all those nights. He wanted to protect the blond from the menace known as Ace D. Portgas. He would never tell Sanji what Ace really is. That's something he had to find out on his own.

"Hey," Sanji said one night. Zoro looked up, staring at him with his usual intensity. Something Sanji had grown to love. "Do you want to sleep in the bed with me?" His eyes grew wide and nearly fell out of the socket. Is the blond serious?

"Well?"

"Uh… Sure," Zoro said, getting up and grabbing the pillow. He placed it down next to the blond and laid down. Sanji turned and stared deep into his soul. Zoro had to break the gaze and turned around. All he wanted to do was sleep, but Sanji made it difficult. But hey, at least his leg is healing, thanks to Doctorine and Chopper.

"Will you be in class tomorrow?" Zoro asked, trying to hide his blushing face. Sanji didn't answer for a bit. That forced the green-haired boy to turn to face the blond. Upon looking at the angelic face, Zoro felt heat in his cheeks rise and the blood rushing to a certain place. Sanji didn't notice.

"Hopefully, why?" he asked, looking at the blushing boy. "Oi, are you sick or something?"

"Uh… No," Zoro said, looking down. Yup, he had a boner. "Just curious, you've been out for a while." Sanji laughed.

"I'm not going to be able to graduate."

That perked Zoro's interest. "Why not?"

A cloud of smoke surrounds them. "Because, I've been missing too many classes. I've missed so much that the principal actually threatened to expel me," Sanji chuckled again. "I've been house jumping for as long as I could remember, and you're the first person to actual wonder if I'm able to graduate or not."

"Huh," Zoro said. "It's okay, I don't think I'll be able to graduate too."

Now that perked Sanji's interest. "Why not?" Zoro didn't answer. A long winded silence twirled the air between them. It took only a second to realize that Zoro was fast asleep. Sanji just stared at the sleeping boy, before leaning in close and gently gave him a small kiss. Zoro didn't stir at all.

Little did Zoro know, Sanji's cheeks were red as well. He wondered how the sleeping boy managed to miss that. Is it because of his own red face that clouded his judgement? Or is it something else? Regardless, Sanji is glad that Zoro is here. He happened to be the only person that visited Sanji during his recovery.

He did show up for class the next day. Sanji sat through all of his classes for the first time in a long time. The teachers were shocked he was there, and some were unable to recover from the shock that the problematic child had shown up. Regardless, they still paid extra attention to him, knowing that he's a smart kid who fell into the wrong crowd.

Sanji didn't cause any trouble with anyone. All he did was sit and listen. Lunchtime rolled around and the blond realized he would be screwed. Normally lunch involved eating under the bridge with Ace, Nami and Robin. But today, that didn't seemed like an option. Sighing, he grabbed his homemade lunch and headed outside into the cold September air. He ignored it and picked a quiet corner to sit in.

A shadow loomed over him, causing him to look up. Zoro stood above him, holding his own lunch – which is just a packaged bread he got from the cafeteria.

"You're in my spot," he said. That somehow irked Sanji.

"What did you say Marimo?" he asked, glaring at the marimo.

"Didn't know you knew Japanese Dartboard Eyebrow," Zoro said, sitting down next to the blonde. He tore the plastic packaging with his teeth, before chomping down on the bun. Sanji couldn't help but think that isn't even close to being a proper meal.

He handed Zoro the extra pair of chopsticks and the other lunch he made for Ace. But since Ace wasn't here, Zoro is the next best thing.

"You made that?" Zoro asked, taking the lunch and chopsticks without question.

"Yeah. I don't know if you wanted a fork instead," Sanji said.

"Nah, chopsticks are fine." They didn't say anything more. All Sanji could hear was the sound of chopsticks scraping at the plastic container and the sound of chewing. He wanted to touch the younger boy's hand, but didn't. Little did he know, the younger boy felt the same way. But they both knew that doing that would be jeopardizing the safety of each other.

Someone watched them eat together. A sly smile spread across their face, before the figure disappeared.