Luffy stared at the wall.

As he often did while in the shower. There wasn't really anything else to do. He sometimes would do things like talk to himself or make soap mountains with Ace's shaving cream but nothing too important.

This time he had things on his mind...

Ever since he got his ass handed to him at gym he has wanted to replay that game over and over again in his head. Something about that play just made him want to sing.

They had hung out often after that, between classes and sometimes in the hallways. Luffy had a room on the other side of the dorms to Zoro, so there was no excuse to bump into him by accident... But there was always hope.

Zoro loved to hang out in the lunch area after classes and stuff his face before next practise. He was good at it. But not as good as luffy.

Athletes should eat a lot. at least that's what Chopper said. He also said that he would take special care to look after what that asshole ate for as long as they are roommates.

Luffy stared at the water run down the walls, something about it made him feel so empty. in a way that he hadn't really felt like this since the first time his other brother; Sabo left. He did that alot so now he was pretty used to it, but the first time was the worst… His life was filled with people but he couldn't help but feel lonely from time to time.

He ran his hand over his thighs. There scars from a long time ago were resting. Filled with memories. It was a convenient place to hide dark secrets. He usually wore pants that covered him there... Or skirts if he was feeling particularly pretty.

But those old things made him feel very melancholic. In a way they concealed within them a period of his life when he was not so happy and cheerful and openly gay...or pan... or whatever he felt like calling himself. It didn't really matter to him.

Luffy was proud to be who he was and of the experiences that lead him to where he was now. Only the thought of what it would've been like if Sabo had not left all those years ago. He wondered if he could have been a lot happier for a lot longer...

after a little consideration he decided to just stay in the shower and think about things. Like really important things… like whether or not narwhals were the unicorns of the sea, and if they were the unicorns of the sea; did that make rhinos land unicorns?

The more time passed the more Usopp realized that he needed a shower.

Usopp was sweating... A lot.

Little out of the way sanji was doing what he did best. Being oogled.

Since the beginning of the semester the art department had been focusing mostly on anatomy and art concerning the human form, such as sculptures and paintings. However the model they were supposed to have turned out to have mysteriously gotten injured about a week ago, so Sanji graciously offered himself as a model. He enjoyed it quite a bit. Being stared at my so many beautiful artists... And by Usopp of course. His was the only drawings sanji could actually see at the end of the day.

Why was it that they kept the air conditioning so low every time in these classes, maybe to keep the model warm? Must be cold being so... very, very ... naked.

Why was it no one else thought it was hot too? Some of the girls in there were complaining that it was too cold. I mean sure sometimes he could see goose bumps along sanji lower arms and stoma and also truesanji's nibbles were perking up a bit - he was not supposed to be staring at that!

After roughly a minute of sketching Sanji changed his pose and they were supposed to draw a new picture. This was pretty intense because sanji was very very good at holding a pose. And oh boy did he to the most random poses.

The instructor told him to do it but honestly there was a limit to how hot you can look in such a silly pose. This one,for example, standing on his toes and hands crossed on his chest. made him look particularly stupid. But he was forgiven because somehow he could pull it off. He was sweet-eyeing every single girl in the room. Somehow it seemed that the girls could not care less where he was looking or anything.

Usopp didn't even care how sanji was making love to every single girl in the room, skillfully avoiding every man in the class. Even the teacher.

After this one there was a ten minute break for the model to relax and take a drink of water, and for the students to put down their hands for a bit. Sanji put on a fluffy sweater that covered his lower half and strolled around the classroom. Looking at drawings and chatting with the students.

Usopp could finally breath easy. He looked over his messy sketches and hastily drawn poses that all molded together into a pretty looking page. Every one of these were drawn with such care, he knew exactly how to draw Sanji's face so you knew it was him. Down to the very last detail. So even when the drawing was hurried and messy, you could still make out every single detail. He would never show anyone these.

"Hey Usopp." Sanji chimed from behind him. Flailing about to close his sketch book.

"H-Hi sanji." he answered hastily.

"How are you finding this class? Am i doing a good job? Am I challenging? " He gave a pretty grin.

"Yup pretty hard..." Usopp mumbled and looked away,

"Can i see?"

"Erm..."

"Come on."

"I dont think so."

"Please?"

"No"

"Pretty please?"

"Not even with sugar AND cherries on top."

"I guess it's a lost cause then..." Sanji sighed and leaned closer to him with his beautiful perfect smile plastered on his face."I will see them one day. you are a very good artist Usopp and I really like your drawings of me."

After that then Sanji stood up and headed over to the table opposite his to have a bite to eat.

Usopp nearly had to stop and check if he was still breathing. That asshole always did things like this. And every time it left Usopp just a mess.

He had only come out a year ago to his friends but he still wasn't sure if he wanted to make it public. He needed something to make it official... like a... partner.

Sanji of course had no idea how he felt. As the most straight man on this planet of course it would only weird him out if he would tell him. Sanji was one friend Usopp did not wanna lose. There was no need for him to know.

After a while sanji got back on his little stance and took his sweater off only half way. This time they had three and a half minute to draw before he changed poses.

After a little bit usopp realised that these poses were all just one big strip tease to get his sweater off...

Chopper trotted down the hallways from his own type of anatomy class, this one about bones and other organs on the inside of the body.

He also had something on his mind this day. this about his birthday that was coming up soon. He had a whole big party planned and his adopted parents were helping as much as they could. But Chopper knew they were both busy and wanted to do a lot of the work himself. He knew a bunch of people who were good friends with Luffy who could help out with food and decorations and most importantly, music.

He didn't like to admit it but he was pretty tone deaf himself. He didn't have the skill to be his own dj nore the budget to pay a professional. So he thought it best to go to the next best thing!

"Brook!" He shouted at the music teacher opening the door to his students. He lifted his cane and waived it back to him. Signalling him to come closer.

"Chopper, aren't you supposed to be in class right now?" The aging music teacher asked.

"Nope. Free space. I wanted to ask you something."

"Can it wait? The students and i are gonna have a drumming therapy lesson and they are very excited to start and to be honest so am I."

"Oh... Okay, will i see you at dinner?" Chopper shoulders hunched a little bit down, visible enough to notice.

"I say, my dear friend, would you like to join us in here?" Brook asked smiling wide. "We're about to make a whole lot of noise."

Chopper smiled big, perking up instantly. "Yes please!" He said and jumped into the classroom.

It was clear just by looking at them that this was the disciplinary group, while there was no 'detention' per say, there was a special class for juveniles and people who were just not getting into it. Even if they payed a lot of money to got to this school, some of them were just, to quote one of the teachers: punks who didn't understand the word education.

Chopper sat down next to a boy with large jagged teeth and arms a little too long for his body and a lady with long pink hair, munching on a chocolate bar. They sat in a circle on the floor, each with a drum close by or between their legs.

Brook was one of those teachers who threw away all their fucks about two decades ago and have perfectly mastered the art of teaching in that time. There were certainly worse places to spend your time.

But while some complained, others felt it perfectly fine and even a fun time. Sometimes to such an extent to seek out the 'discipline' classes

He was also that teacher that never ever told any one how old he was. If someone asked then he usually said something along the lines of "old enough." or "i should be a skeleton by now." or even "not gonna say anything specific but i dated your grandmother."

It usually caused a riot in class.

After everyone had gotten their drums and gotten comfortable Brook stepped into the middle of the circle and dusted off his shirt.

"Alright class. This time we're gonna make some noise." He smiled wide and made himself likely to make a scene. "watch my hand, the more I lift it the louder I want you to be. I want you to put all your energy into hitting the drum."

He made everyone watch his hands intently. "Softly at first." He said and hovered his hands down by his hips. "Then louder and harder the higher the hand goes!" He lifted his hands high in the air. As soon as he did then the entire class room started banging the drums as louds or as fast as they possibly could, nearly scaring Brook half to death. If he wasn't already halfway there. *old people joke*

And so went the class. It was a hell of alot of fun. People competed hard over who could make the best beat or who could bang it the loudest or just who was having the most fun. Some of them even started shouting and singing along with it.

By the end of the class they were all exhausted. One by one they started to leave but a few didn't even wanna leave.

Chopper jumped over next to his friend.

"Hey brook, the thing i was gonna ask you..."

"Hmm?"

"Could you be in charge of music at my birthday party next month?"

"You mean like a DJ?" Brook asked but almost half a second after he dropped the words then the boy with the jagged teeth and the long arms barked out a laugh.

"Hah! Don't you think he's a little too old fashioned to be a DJ?" He asked in a mocking tone.

"He makes a good point there Chopper, i'm not really hip with the cool kids as you might say... but i know how to work a crowd!"

Couldn't deny that… He was a pretty damn fun guy. Usually when his musical group was performing at the end of the year then he was always entertaining and making jokes and laughing. It was always the best of times. But chopper was sure that he has seen that boy with the jagged teeth somewhere before.

"If you don't want a mummy entertaining your little party then you call me." The guy said. He rummaged through his pockets and found a small flyer, he handed it to Chopper and went to join his two other friends over by the smoking area.

The poster was a small A5 sized thing, shiny and pink. There was a large; cheshire type smile on the top with the teeth made look like the ivory keys of a piano. And lettering that read; with big bold dark purple letters "roar of the sea by DJ Apoo." on the back there was scribbled a full name and a phone number.

"He's a professional dj?" asked chopper. Not really at anyone but into air.

"It's possible. Lots of students have jobs outside of school." Brook said smiling. "This is a great idea now you have someone within your age so play for you."

"but what if he's too expensive?" chopper said.

"Then I'll take care of it."

The two of them then went galloping away into the lunch area.

Outside then the (self appointed) greatest dj in the city. Apoo was strolling along with Bonnie. They didn't have much in common aside from the common liking of chocolate. And she always had some on her. However they did have some common friends.

Along the treeline there was a spread of students and teachers calmly talking and blowing fumes. And there was the group. And an extra…

Kidd had a big white fluffy dog at his side. And Apoo and bonnie knew that this was, in fact, not his dog. His own dog was a smaller fatter dog that drooled a bit to much. And then he recently got a little husky/labrador mix, he was still a puppy however

The huge white dog got excited as soon as they approached and Kidd held his collar to keep him in place.

"Come now man, not another one." Bonnie commented while she petted the dog. Half of a snickers bar in her mouth. "Oh shit he's so soft…" the dog nudged his head into her hand happily. "keep him. He's cute."

"You know as much as I want another dog then this fur factory is not mine." his voice was gruff as he tried to make sure that the dog didn't jump his friends.

"No indeed. Bebo come here." a smooth calm voice ordered from the trees. The dog immediately jumped away from Kidd and into the open arms of Law who emerged from the trees like a ghost. "He likes you though." Law game an evil grin as the dog rushed back to Kidd.

"How come you're here?" Bonnie asked sitting down on the grass in the between Kidd and the dog.

"Met Kidd on an outing with Bebo. It looked like he was skipping class." Law said smiling. He sat down on Kidd's other hand. As soon as Bebo saw that he went over to him and sat down at his feet.

"And you're not?" Kidd gave law an evil grin and shoved his side softly with his left hand.

Apoo and Bonnie looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Apoo then stuck his tongue out and made a face of disgust. Bonnie just laughed and fished a another kit kat bar out from her pocket.

"You guys are so gay." she remarked and laughed.

"Hey now!" Law and Kidd and said nearly at the same time. But for entirely different reasons of course. Apoo only rolled his eyes again and put his headphones on. He didn't like pointless conversation. Bonnie had successfully made lit up an argument. She knew that the two of them weren't actually of the homosexual nature. At least she didn't think so.

Kidd was always very defencive about his straightness, and Bonnie found it hilarious. On the other hand Law argued over the fact that she used gay in an insulting way. She didn't know which way he went swinging. Hanging out with Luffy so much was bound to do something to you.

The three of them argued for a while about this. All In good heart of course. They were very friendly to each other and tried to never insult the other too badly. Or at least we're waiting for the other to do it first.

After about two cigarettes each, two Mars bars for Bonnie and a lot of playful bantering they split up again. Law went on his own to meet his own friends or somewhere else and the rest (reluctantly said bye to Bebo.) went into town to fuck around for a while.

"so how come you two were hanging out? Really?" Apoo asked. With a little mocking tone in his voice.

"I want to hang out with his dog." he said, shrugging off the comment.

"oh I'm sure… his dog." Bonnie joked fishing out a chocolate energy bar out if her coat pocket.

"Do you just have an endless supply of that up your ass?" Apoo remarked astonished.

"Yes." she answered simply.