Prompts:

secret reader (Guest): What if you did a zoro POV? Maybe starting from the lap incident?

xxxSojournerOfTruthxxx: As for prompts, well what I would like is for the next chapter to have at least a portion in Zoro's point of view!

Vergina-spva: hmmmmm... what if Law is the doctor?

Meet the doctor

Things did not go the way Zoro had hoped they would.

When that day the postman asked him if he could take the package for his neighbour, a.k.a. the hot blonde that was never at home, it had seemed like the perfect opportunity to start a conversation. Okay, the cake tin he held on for a year might also have been a good excuse, but somehow that didn't feel right. The blonde bringing the cake over had been weird. When the doorbell rang the day he moved into his apartment, he hadn't been surprised that someone took the time to welcome him to the building. And he really didn't mind his greeter being a gorgeous blonde with legs that went on forever. He liked the building already.

What he had mind was that the blond man looked at him like he had seen a ghost. Sure, people stared at him often because of his odd hair colour, or whispered behind his back, pointing at him. But no one had ever looked this… shocked.

However, after a few mornings and evenings of politely nodding at each other, Zoro was starting to get the feeling that the shocked look on the blonde's face hadn't been because of his hair. He had caught him staring at his ass more then once. He smirked every time he thought about it. The blonde probably thought he was hiding his crush – because Zoro believed that was it – very well. Though because of their unfortunate work hours, he didn't have the change to make a move.

So when the big package arrived that day, he immediately called in sick at work and waited until the blonde got home.

When he had been invited in, well, that just made his day, or rather many of them. The conversation was somewhat awkward at first, but they broke through that. Soon it was like he visited an old friend. That is, until it happened.

The worst was, he had seen it coming. Sanji walking in with two mugs of tea. The fold in the rug. It had all gone by in slow motion and yet he still wasn't able to do something about it. So the hot tea splashed in his lap. He wanted to scream out, but managed to keep a straight face and to hold back his tears. Sanji hadn't made things better by trying to dap up the tea, and thereby rubbing his crotch.

Though it was somewhat of a relief everything seemed to still be working, having an erection was not the way he had wanted their first meeting to end – unless that would have ended in hot, steamy sex.

But Sanji had pointed out reasonably that he should go see a doctor and despite the fact he was mortified, the earlier he went, the slimmer the chance something went wrong with his junk.

So there they were, in the examination room, where the doctor just said that Sanji could watch. He didn't want to look at the blonde. Surely he wasn't going to stay?

"Take off your pants," doctor Trafalgar repeated while putting on rubber gloves with a slapping sound. "You burned your penis, right? I need to take a look. Now, how did it happen?"

Sanji took this as his cue, and burst out: "That was all my fault! I spilled hot tea on him… I'm really sorry!"

While the blonde kept on babbling, Zoro had started taking off his pants. It wasn't like he was shy, and really, the night couldn't get more embarrassing, could it?

The eyes of the doctor flicked from the one to the other, a sly smile on his face.