An Anon on Tumblr requested ZoSan. Sanji has a day off and he enjoys it to the fullest. Until a certain stranger suddenly appears in his living room.


Sanji heard a shattering noise just as he put on his left shoe. Curious to find out what it was, he left his bedroom and walked through his small hallway to the living room. He walked uneven, wearing only one shoe yet, but Sanji himself didn't notice it very much. A shock awaited him. The physical appearance of that shock was a guy standing confused in the middle of Sanji's living room. For a moment the blond was baffled. He hadn't heard the door of his apartment open (and that door made some fucking noise every time it was opened or closed) and there was no other way to enter his apartment on the fifth floor… Or so he thought… Sanji's first thought was that the guy standing there was a thief, someone who entered through the door leading to his small balcony with some abracadabra. To get the other's attention, Sanji let out a small cough. The guy looked up. He raised an eyebrow, just visible above the sunglasses he was wearing. "What?" It sounded cocky.

Sanji was stunned. He couldn't believe someone, who entered his living room without his permission, could ask that question as if Sanji had a weird expression on his face. Well, he probably did, but that didn't matter at all. What mattered was that the strange fellow was in the wrong here. A few seconds had already passed before Sanji regained his speech.

"'What' my ass! Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my living room?! You even broke a window!"

The stranger finally seemed to have realized his mistake. "I-uhm… I don't know how I got here?" He muttered to the blond. Sanji heard the avoiding tone in his voice though and he didn't believe a word the possible-burglar said to him. The stranger's attitude already showed it to him, his head hidden under his green hoodie, sunglasses still on his head and his hands shoved in his pockets. Totally a burglar.

"Show me your hands." Sanji demanded. He wanted to know if the other was holding something in his pocket as he himself couldn't tell for sure.

The nearly invisible head moved, slowly revealing his hands, holding them up in the air. "I'm not here to harm you."

"Right." Sanji snickered in response. "Sure, I believe you."

Even slower, the weird guy moved one of his hands to remove his sunglasses. "Do I look like I'm lying?"

"No… not really." Sanji didn't want to admit it, but the other's eyes were honest. They were kinda beautiful too… Dark, almost as dark as the night, but not in a blue-ish way. He sighed.

"What's your name?" Now that he could see the other's hands, Sanji was a little less suspicious and his curiosity took over. If something bad was going to happen, he'd be prepared for it. At least, he hoped so.

"Zoro."

"Sanji, shitty to meet you though."

"Nah, don't mention it, I'm used to people like you." Zoro didn't explain any further, even shrugged it away.

"Care to elaborate?" He may be less suspicious, that didn't mean he couldn't get angry.

"Nope. Deal with it." Short answers. Great. Sanji couldn't control his anger anymore. He walked up to the stranger and grabbed his hoodie.
"Now listen, you little shit, you are here, in my apartment, with a fucking attitude no one really wants to be around, so could you just a little more clear about just fucking everything?!" The angry tone didn't do anything to the other.

"If you want answers, go read a paper or watch the news. You're talking to a famous person." Still, the eyes didn't show a lie, but that didn't calm Sanji down. With force he pulled down the hoodie, so Zoro's hair showed. A shock ran through Sanji's body. As far as he knew, there was only one person with green hair and that person was the guy that had saved a lot of people from things like fires or (almost) accidents. People called him a superhero.

"Wow-wow-wow, wait a minute. You are the hero everyone's talking about?!" That changed everything. For the second time, Sanji was stunned. This guy kept amazing him, but now for a whole different reason.

"I guess so, yeah." Zoro answered, almost shyly. He ruffled with his hands through his hair to add to the shyness even more, something Sanji found even kind of cute. He pushed that thought into the back of his mind. Something like that wouldn't possibly be happening, not after what he said to this guy.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm a huge fan." Now it was Sanji's turn to act shy.

The not-so-burglar looked up, surprised at those words. "You're joking." It wasn't a question, but a fact.

"No, I'm not fucking lying to you," Sanji almost got angry again. He had to breathe slowly for a few moments before he could continue. "You're the guy that saved those people from that restaurant fire, right? One of the people you saved was my stepdad. He told me what you looked like and I haven't stopped searching for you since. I mean, I knew who you were before, but no one ever knew what you looked like, and everyone I asked didn't knew or didn't want to say it."

Zoro's shy face turned into a sarcastic grin. "So you're just a little stalker, aren't you?"

"How could I stalk you when I didn't even know how you looked like?" He sounded almost offended. "But now that I know, I must tell everyone that I met you."

Without a warning, Zoro shoved Sanji almost into the wall, holding his neck very tightly. "You really sure you want to tell everybody about this?"
Sanji managed to produce a nod.

"Hah, clearly you don't get the situation you're in. I don't want you to tell anybody. You know how I still am anonymous? Because I ask everyone to keep their mouth shut. And they do as you might have noticed by now."

The blond tried to struggle out of the hand forcing him up the wall. When he tried to speak, Zoro moved his hand so that words would come out. "But I have no reason to keep my mouth shut." It still was difficult to speak.

"Shall I give you one then? How about the clothes you're wearing right now?"

Sanji looked down, realizing the clothes he was still wearing. This wasn't supposed to happen. Luckily for him, Sanji was still wearing his pajama pants, instead of the skirt he intended to wear before Zoro just barged in. He sighed. Maybe bluffing would work. "That's not gonna help you, you green haired shithead."

"Ho? And here I thought I had some fine leverage."

"Too bad for you." Sanji huffed while keeping a straight face, hoping Zoro would fall for the bluff. In reality, no one was allowed to know about this, but no one needed to know about that either.

"Hmm, what about an offer I'm sure you can't refuse?" Zoro smirked. Sanji knew he was up to something, though couldn't guess what is was.

"Like what? Mowing my lawn?" The blond made a subtle reference to Zoro's green hair, forgetting for a bit the situation he was in. He was still standing against the wall with Zoro very, very close.

Zoro frowned, his smirk disappearing. "No, you shithead, like hell I would do chores for you." Apparently, he didn't get the joke. No humor at all. Sanji wrinkled his nose. "You're no fun."

"Is that so? Then, what about this." Zoro's head closed in on Sanji's and he whispered something in his ear. It took the blond a split second to think of an answer to that strange… request? No. It was almost like a demand.

"I didn't know you swung that way." He said in a seductive voice.

The smirk reappeared. "I didn't know from you either, until now."

Oh fuck. "And what if I don't actually swing that way?"

Zoro thought for a moment, then he shrugged like he didn't know anything more. "I'll get you an autograph or something." Both would even be better, Sanji thought to himself.

"So lemme get this straight. If I go on… a date with you, I can't say anything about your real identity, right?"

"Yep, sounds about right." Zoro nodded. He noticed Sanji didn't struggle anymore, so he let him go. As a reaction, Sanji moved away as quickly as possible, out of reach.

"You got yourself a deal, you mosshead."

Zoro hummed (maybe with joy?), letting the blond know he heard him and they were silent for a few seconds.

"So, how did you actually come in?" After all that happened, Sanji was still curious like hell.

"Teleportation." The answer sounded careless, maybe even uninterested.

"Really?" Sanji's face said 'unimpressed', but his head screamed with excitement.

"You wanna try?"

Now Sanji couldn't hide his emotions anymore. His face showed a big childlike grin, his eyes beaming. "When will we go?"

"Just change your pants and put on your left shoe, then we'll go."

Sanji cursed viciously. "It's just a hobby, you know nothing of me."

Zoro didn't say anything as Sanji left to change his clothes. He had planned to crossdress the whole day, though he didn't mind the change of plans. When he came back a few minutes later, wearing some semi-formal attire, Zoro was still waiting for him. So he's really taking this seriously.

"You ready?"

Sanji answered with a nod. Suddenly realizing something, he looked. "You still have to pay for the window though."

"Right, just grab my hoodie or something and we'll be off." Zoro ignored the window-thing again.

On a whim, Sanji grabbed the superhero's hand. He probably would never have that chance again. Zoro didn't say anything about it and with a light whoosh they disappeared without a trace.

What Sanji didn't expect, and what Zoro (or his stepdad) didn't tell, was that Zoro couldn't control where he was going when transporting. In the end, they ended up on two different roofs, in the middle of a flower shop (Zoro stole a random flower before they zapped away and gave it so Sanji) and the beach. After all that moving, the blond felt sick and they chose to move around normally. An apology and an ice scream later, Sanji and Zoro parted ways, not knowing if (and when) they'd see each other in the future. After all, Zoro had a chance of zero of getting into Sanji's apartment randomly again, even if he wanted to and Sanji had no way of contacting the superhero.

A (love) story never to continue? Not for now at least. Maybe fate will bring them together again someday.