Author's Note: So I don't own One Piece, still. And I really wanted to update this chapter soon since I'm like,"OH MY GOD, I'M IN DOUBLE DIGITS!" and the next chapter is going to be really fun to write. I also had a really fun time writing this chapter. Looking back at past chapters, I realize how many spelling mistakes and the occasional grammar mistakes there are. I am so sorry about them, I do my writing un-Betaed. I will fix these things, once the story is at a reasonable place. Also, Sanji went on a rant. More accurately, I went on a rant, so Sanji followed. I feel like this chapter really revealed a lot about him, quite personally. I believe we've fallen into routine so at the bottom there will be thanks for the reviews and a new question, as well as those who got what Zoro said right.
Beautiful Disaster
By: Setkia
Full Summary
Sanji is the assistant cook of the world-renowned restaurant, the Baratie, the only restaurant like it in the world. He's a successful chef and flirts with the customers every chance he can get but there's a problem. It's all a facade. The cooks give a new meaning to the word "abusive", both mental and physical. The only thing keeping Sanji alive is his love for cooking and a good ol' pack of cigarettes.
Zoro Roronoa is a swordsman who suddenly has more change in his pocket than he expected and enters the Baratie by recommendation. His waiter happens to be a curly browed man with an adoration for cigarettes. An attempt speak to the head chef goes horribly wrong and he gets sucked into the crumbling world of the chef's, wondering how he can possibly save him and better yet, why does he want to save him in the first place?
Chapter 10: Rent
How long had it been? Three months and a few days? Sanji and known the man for at least a hundred days and had been free-loading at his house— shit apartment for almost thirty when he realized something. Rent would have to be paid soon.
Sanji would never admit it aloud, but he was incredibly grateful for what Zoro had done, even if his methods of help weren't the most orthodox. Sanji would also never admit that Zoro was probably right. He would've run away at some point, but he knew that Patty or Carne would've caught him and it was punishment he would get for running away that kept him from leaving. That and Zeff. But Zoro didn't have to know that.
Sanji hadn't worked in almost a month and it was annoying him.
His hands started fidgeting and his eye began to twitch. He couldn't handle being forced to stay in Zoro's apartment on his own, with no entertainment other than shitty TV. Though Sanji was no longer at the mercy of those bastard cooks, he was no better on lock-down inside the large apartment that Sanji was still expecting some pretty woman to walk through the door of and demand why the hell Sanji was wearing her apron. There was no way a man as good-looking as Zoro was single. There was no way that a man that good-looking, with that amount of muscle, with that large of a bed could be single.
It was bugging him. If he was in Zoro's apartment and he wasn't allowed to leave, there were very few things to do. This meant that Sanji spent half of his time on the internet, looking up savate, since he had to admit, Zoro and Usopp had gotten his attention, and on the occasion, he'd surf through the occasional cat memes. Yes, he was that bored.
While he was in the middle of watching a cat play with a ball of yarn, he heard the door open. He immediately jumped and spun around, to see Zoro smirking.
"Did I catch you in the middle of something?" he asked.
"Middle of what?" Sanji demanded, uncertain if he wanted to know the answer.
"Were you …?" Zoro trailed off.
"Was I …?"
Zoro blushed and turned his head away. "Never mind."
"No, you brought it up, what is it?" Sanji pressed.
"It's nothing!"
Sanji raised an eyebrow disbelievingly.
Zoro sighed. "I was asking if you were umph," said Zoro through his hand.
"If I was what?"
"If you were masturbating, okay?!"
Sanji took a step back in shock. Had Zoro just … Suddenly— well, not so suddenly to the blond— Sanji found himself laughing. Zoro stared at him as though he were utterly insane before crossing his arms in a huff.
"Ha ha," Zoro muttered. "Glad to know I amuse you."
"It's not that," Sanji said. "It's just … who calls it masturbating these days?" He let out a light chuckle. "Didn't know you were so old school, Marimo."
"Shut up," snapped Zoro.
Sanji took a deep breath, letting the smoke fill his lungs. "So, how long am I going to be stuck here until I'm allowed to work again?"
Zoro dropped his gym bag and stared at Sanji, open mouthed. "What?"
"How long do you intend to keep me here before I'm allowed to go back to the Baratie? No doubt they noticed my absence." More like they noticed they didn't have anything to hit when they got frustrated. But Zoro didn't need to know that. "I'm a fantastic chef and as a result, others will notice when the meal is slightly different than usual. You can't honestly intend to keep me as your personal cook for life, do you?"
"The thought never even crossed my mind."
"Liar."
Zoro put his hands up. "Okay, you caught me." His tone suddenly went serious as his eyes narrowed. "But seriously, you want to work at the Baratie again? After what those bastards did to you? Don't you remember?"
Sanji tried to stop himself from shuddering, but he knew he was shaking.
Of course I remember, you dumbass! How could I forget what happened? No one forgets their first time, no matter how awful it is! You think I want to go back? The only reason I'm asking is because I'm going fucking insane in your boring-ass apartment that you call a home! You didn't have to abduct me, you didn't have to pretend you cared, but you did it anyway, didn't you, bastard? If I stay here any longer, I might actually start to feel really comfortable and God knows how well it works out once I feel like I have a fighting chance in life! You should've just left me alone, I'm not worth your pity!
Sanji didn't dare say it aloud. He knew Zoro would give him a glare and tell him to fuck himself since apparently, for a negative person, Zoro hated it when Sanji was pessimistic. He decided not to read too much into that, though it would hardly change a thing if he did. He was used to disappointment, after all.
Zoro seemed to take Sanji's silence as an answer.
"You're not going back to the Baratie," Zoro told him with a firm glare. "I won't let you. You need to stay here at least until your mental health reaches a level that I'm satisfied with and when you're associating things like the word 'friend' with nothing and yet you have an answer for 'nakama', that's reason enough for me to hold you hostage!"
"So you admit this is hostage-holding!"
"Shut up!" It seemed that was Zoro's default answer when his mind went blank.
Zoro was a very easy person to read, surprisingly. He let his emotions get the better of him rather a lot and more often than not, even if he tried to shield his face of all emotions, his eyes would twitch or some other horrible habit he was probably unaware of gave him away.
"Okay, I won't ask to go back to the Baratie—"
"And the cook sees sense!"
"—if you let me pay part of the rent."
Zoro's jaw dropped. Literally. It was quite funny. Sanji had thought you could only see that sort of shit in animes. The over-exaggerated expressions that lead to someone standing with their mouth hanging open for all the world to see was too comical and cartoonish to possibly happen in real life and yet Zoro's jaw wasn't closing. In fact, Sanji could count all of his teeth. Twenty-eight. Was that a normal amount of teeth?
Sanji could already tell that once Zoro got over the shock, he'd refuse, point-blank, that Sanji pay. But the green-haired man had to be nearly broke at this rate. The costly meals at the Baratie, the fact that he hadn't had a single competition in the last while also meant he was short on money. If what Nami said was true, then maybe he was earning money off those fights at that place … Partys, was it? But no, Zoro was strictly against gaining money from innocent people. Fuck, the man had to be broke!
"No way!" Zoro declared the moment he managed to gather his surroundings. "That's not happening," he insisted.
"If you think I'm short on money, I'm not," Sanji defended himself. "I'm an assistant cook, you think I'm yen-less?" He shook his head. "No, I'm sent to do groceries, I have to have some dough on me. When the head's out, I cover the costs to maintain the restaurant. Old geezer that he is hasn't shown up in a while, but I still get my pay. I can pay the rent for you, or at least we can each go half-way. It's the least I can do for free-loading."
Zoro shook his head. "First you think you've been kidnapped, then abducted. A few days later, you're fine with it but bring it up every time you disagree with me. Recently you think you're a hostage and now you're a free-loader?" Zoro sighed. "Don't ask me to understand you, it's too much for me."
"Of course your marimo brain can't wrap itself around it, but I do have money. And since I haven't been able to leave this shitty apartment, I have even more money than usual. I know the ingredients I ask for aren't cheap and yet you insist on paying for them all. I want to help pay the rent, that's all. Why won't you let me?"
"I'm not a charity case!" Zoro snapped.
"You can barely afford to keep two people under this shitty roof, get over your damn pride, shitty swordsman, as tough as that must be for you, and let me help out, okay? I don't offer a helping hand often, you should be flattered I'm even persisting this much."
"You're a stubborn little asshole, aren't you?" Zoro demanded. "Either way, I won't accept your money."
"Get over your damn pride, bastard!" Sanji snapped.
God, he tried to do something nice and the asshole wouldn't let him! Sanji hadn't asked for Zoro's help. He hadn't asked to be taken from the kitchen and brought to his home. He didn't beg Zoro to put a secure roof over his head, to get him away from those bastard cooks. He didn't tell Zoro a sob story so he could get sympathy and a secure environment. He didn't do a fucking thing to make Zoro think that he needed or wanted his help.
Lie.
He saw. He saw you that day, when you decided to risk being in the dinning hall. He saw the way Patty beat you. He saw and he got worried. He saw the scars on your wrists and he got scared. You told him yourself about those nightmares. You told him what they did to you, and even if you weren't the most clear about it, he's not as stupid as you think he is. He figured it out.
Sure, he cares, but why does he care?
He's got no reason. No fucking reason at all to try and get into my head. He didn't need to pull a psychology stunt, but he did anyway. Why does he keep acting like he cares? Why is he so open? How come I know his blood type and his dexterity, never mind his sword style, whatever the hell Santoryu means. He doesn't know anything about me, besides my shitty choice in TV shows. How is he so trusting? There's something wrong with him! How can he just let someone in without doing a background check or anything? He never presses, at least, not enough. When I say to drop the conversation, he does. Why the fuck does he do that? He wants to know, I know he does. So why the fuck doesn't he ask?
Because he knows you'll be uncomfortable.
Fuck, he's being nice for the sake of my comfort? What the hell?! Who is this sick bastard? What does he want from me? He has to want something, everyone wants something in return for acts of kindness as big as this idiot's. No one takes someone under their wing, gives them free food and a place to stay, introduces them to their friends and comforts them after nightmares, no one tries to understand someone for the sake of wanting to know more! There has to be more, there has to be!
Wait. Is he trying to lure me into a sense of security? Is that his goal? Does he think if I feel safe, I'm more bendable? Is he trying to get me to trust him? So that he cut my throat in the middle of the night? Is he planning something? Maybe that vacant look of not understanding is just an act?
Zoro scratched his head and tilted his head slightly. "Well?" he pressed.
Scratch that. No one can fake that level of stupidity.
"I still want to pay," Sanji insisted. He was just getting paranoid that he was coming up with such ridiculous ideas and circumstances.
"Fuck you, ungrateful bastard!"
"The only reason why I'm doing this is because I'm grateful, asshole!" Sanji snapped. He lit up another cigarette, taking his time in letting the smoke float around in his lungs. He didn't care about risks, he was sure some place in his mind, very minor, was hoping that lung cancer would come and kill him in his sleep. Quick, fast, painless. But looking at Zoro, he suddenly wished his body was as clean and fresh of contaminants as possible.
What if Zoro was his saviour? What if he was the one who Sanji needed to pull him out of the darkness?
He had already convinced Sanji that there as a light at the end of the tunnel. As much as Sanji wanted to deny it, the swordsman was giving something he had never dared to let build.
Hope.
God he sounded like a fucking pussy thinking like that.
"Do what you want," Sanji snapped, turning his back from Zoro. "Just know that in the end, I'm going to find a way to pay the rent and you can't stop me."
There was a huff from Zoro and the opening of the door. "I'm going to Luffy's," Zoro declared. "If I stay here any longer, I'll punch your obnoxious face in."
Sanji let out a breath, watching the smoke swirl around in the air. Toxic. That's what nicotine was. It was toxic for the system, brain cells and every part of him. Having started smoking early on in his life, Sanji was surprised it hadn't killed him yet.
Toxic. Just like me.
Zoro had been gone for two hours when Sanji felt the guilt sink in.
Maybe Zoro wasn't the villain Sanji's mind was convinced on posing him as. Maybe Zoro didn't have a long black cape that hid him in the shadows of darkness and he didn't go out murdering people for the heck of it. Maybe he wasn't some lunatic swordsman who fought with a million swords and cut people down in mere seconds. Besides, how sharp could his blades be if he fought kendo? They were wooden swords, there was no danger in it, right?
Sanji sighed.
He was going to have to admit it. Zoro had simply been trying to be nice for the sake of being nice.
God, it's a pain to admit you're wrong.
And Sanji had acted like an asshole. Fuck.
But instead of feeling vulnerable for admitting he was wrong, instead of feeling embarrassed for having acted in such a childish manner, instead of feeling weak for accepting one's help, he didn't feel anything like that. Not even close. He didn't feel as though he had broken or surrendered in admitting that maybe someone cared. He didn't feel as though he wasn't able to breathe, knowing someone saw him weak and gave him sympathy in return.
Because what Zoro did wasn't sympathetic.
What Zoro did was confrontational. He had seen a problem and after attempting to speak to him about, he had taken action. Nothing Zoro had ever done made Sanji feel as though he was being looked down upon. Nothing Zoro ever did made Sanji feel as though he was being pitied. Zoro looked after him in a way that was so open and yet so discreet at the same time, he didn't even know how to describe it. He'd almost call it what Zeff did, but that wasn't right.
Zoro didn't force him to get back up when he was down, he didn't teach Sanji to stand on both feet. He didn't teach Sanji that being weak was being defeated. Though these were things that helped Sanji push himself forward during those horrible nights, that wasn't what Sanji was given by Zoro. Zoro taught him the complete opposite. It was okay to need to recuperate. You weren't weak because you had been winded, you were strong because you acknowledged you needed that time to wait and recover before standing up again. It was being defeated and standing up again that made you strong, not refusing to be beaten until you couldn't stand. It was admitting you weren't good enough, but having the determination to get stronger and look at the "defeat" as a positive thing. As a lesson.
Zoro taught Sanji that it was okay to have to catch your breath. No one was going to shun you because you couldn't always keep up. Zoro had seen Sanji cry before. Sanji didn't like it, but he knew he had been crying on some occasions during those nightmares. Zoro never pointed it out, never called him weak because of it. Sanji remembered a saying he had once heard from Zeff.
"People cry not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long."
Zeff had laughed at it, saying that maybe that was true, but maybe they were just cry-babies.
Zoro made Sanji believe in it. Maybe Sanji had been trying to stand on his own for too long. Maybe he had been trying to fight a losing battle and came out scarred and bruised. Maybe he was hopeless at the current moment, but that didn't make him weak. That didn't make him any less respectable. That didn't make him any less strong.
But the question now was how did one repay kindness? How did Sanji deal with someone caring for him? And besides, maybe this was one of those macho things that Sanji just never understood, maybe Zoro didn't want to be thanked for what he did, maybe he just wanted to pretend it was part of his character that very few people saw and just keep up the whole "tall, dark and handsome" appeal. It certainly worked.
How did Sanji repay Zeff in a way that didn't offend him? How did he tell him he was grateful without insulting him? How did Sanji show gratitude without seeming weak? Without showing too much? When was the last time Sanji had something to be grateful for?
He knew what to do.
He just hoped Zoro appreciated it.
Sanji had never attempted to make anything like this before in his life. No, that was a lie. He had tried to do it once about three or four years ago. Zeff had stared at the plate and spat in his face about it. Sanji wasn't sure if he could handle Zoro's reaction if it was anything like the old man's.
When Zoro came in through the front door, Sanji held his breath.
The swordsman was sweaty, his clothes wet and he was dragging his feet, obviously tired. He dropped his bag onto the floor and carefully put down— was that three sheaths? on the couch gently. He then proceed to collapse on the couch, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.
Hey, Marimo, take notice to the atmosphere, would you?
Suddenly, Zoro's head perked up, his nose up in the air as he smelt his surroundings. "What is that?"
Sanji took a deep breath, unsure of what to say.
"Curly Brow, what is that?" he repeated.
He wasn't going to be a bastard. Just because he was anxiously anticipating a reaction towards the meal and just cause he had spent the better part of three hours working on it didn't mean he had to be an asshole about this. He could be calm, he could be rational.
"Food."
And the asshole takes over. Smart Sanji, smart.
Sanji shook his head, trying to kill the voice in the back of his mind. "I um, figured you'd be hungry, you've been away for a while and you look tired. Thought I'd make something."
"You always make something," Zoro pointed out, getting up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen, his steps slow, his feet dragging against the hard-wood floor. When he entered the kitchen, he froze. "What the fuck?"
Sanji chewed the tip of his cigarette, on edge.
The table was set with various different dishes, some of which Zoro knew of, some of which Zoro didn't. It was like a feast of some of the greatest delicacies that Sanji knew how to cook and some he had learnt online through shitty recipes. He had tasted just about everything beforehand, but then again, his tastebuds and Zoro's weren't the same, were they? Perhaps something Sanji thought was presentable was too spicy to the Marimo, or something else along those lines. He waited, trying not to hold his breath.
"What is this?" asked Zoro.
"Food."
Again with the asshole comments. I should just sew my mouth shut, shouldn't I?
"I can see that, cook," Zoro said. "I mean why is there so much?"
"Thought you'd be hungry."
"Shit, Sanji, this is like a meal fit for a king!" Zoro said, flabbergasted.
"I know, so you should be glad I'm giving it to you, Marimo."
That was it. Sanji had decided it. He was never to open his mouth around the green-haired swordsman ever again, lest he say something even more stupid.
Zoro took a seat at the table and stared at it. "How long … how long did this take you to make?"
"Not long," Sanji lied.
"Liar," Zoro called him out on it.
"Just a couple of hours," Sanji corrected himself. He didn't want the idiot to think he had spent his whole day in the kitchen for him, even if that was the case. Something about him knowing just how much time and thought he had put into the meal before him made it too intimate for Sanji to handle so instead, he chewed a bit harder on his cigarette.
"A couple of hours?" Zoro repeated. "Don't just blow it off like it's nothing," he said. "That's … that's serious dedication. What's the occasion?"
"I can't do something cause I want to anymore? What happened to being a free country?" Sanji snapped.
He had just done what he considered a big gesture to Zoro and he himself was ruining it by saying such idiotic things. He needed to learn to keep quiet before he sank into the floor with embarrassment. Or maybe that was best, now that he thought about it.
"I can't … I can't accept this…"
SMACK!
Zoro fell out of his seat and hit the ground to see Sanji standing over him, letting his foot drop to the floor.
"What the hell was that for?"
"Just shut up and eat it," Sanji snapped. "Zoro."
Zoro stared at him.
"I didn't slave over a hot stove and oven for you to be an ass about it so shut up and eat up," Sanji snapped.
Zoro smirked. "And here I was thinking we had come to an understanding of some sort. You sure know how to ruin a kind gesture, eh, Curly Brow?"
Sanji snarled. "Get up."
Zoro did as told without complaint. He sat down once more and stared at the meal in front of him. "Itadakimasu" was all he said before digging in. Sanji couldn't hold back a smirk at that.
Sanji wasn't going to lie. Zoro's table manners were still atrocious. He still wanted to cringe as he watched Zoro eat. He used his fork in an appalling way and the amount of noise he made while enjoying his meal was beyond disgusting. But Sanji saw the way Zoro's eyes widened when he ate something new. He saw the way he melted into his seat when he ate something incredibly satisfying and in the confines of his own apartment, Zoro didn't hold back moaning, tossing his head back and leaving his neck incredibly exposed.
Sanji wasn't sure why, but the slope of tanned skin that was now accessible to him sent a shiver down his spine that wasn't entirely unpleasant. "Good?" he teased.
"You know your cooking's amazing," Zoro grumbled, taking a deep gulp from his glass. He paused and swallowed, staring at Sanji strangely. "What is this?"
"Henri IV Dudognon Heritage Cognac Grande Champagne."
Zoro gave him a blank look.
"Champagne."
Zoro snorted. "Figured. It's just like you to make alcohol sound obnoxious." He pushed the glass away. "I'm trying to quit," he told Sanji. "I've been doing well, I don't want to relapse into bad habits."
Sanji shook his head. "Champagne isn't as strong as beer. At most, you might get a slight buzz. Or are you telling me you can't hold your liquor?" Sanji challenged, raising an eyebrow at him.
Zoro rolled his eyes. "Don't tempt me."
"Fine, don't drink the champagne," Sanji said. "But at least let me do one thing and then you can spill the expensive stuff down the drain."
Zoro's eyes widened. "How expensive?"
"Wouldn't you want to know?"
Zoro sighed. "Fine, whatever. Do what you want."
Sanji poured himself a small amount of champagne into his glass. He raised it into the air and Zoro raised an eyebrow.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"It's called a toast, Marimo," Sanji said, rolling his eyes. "You raise your glass to mine after I say what we're toasting to and clink glasses." He sighed. "Honestly, no class."
Zoro grumbled and raised his glass. "I don't see the point, but fine."
Sanji chewed his already well-bitten cigarette before taking a deep breath. "To new friendship."
Zoro stared at him shock but raised his glass all the same. The two glasses made a soft clinking sound before they both drank the contents of their glasses.
The silence was comfortable until Zoro broke it.
"You're still not paying rent."
Author's Note #2: Now for the thanks!
Dyloa: So hey, thanks for reviewing again! I've actually read Fruits Basket, a while ago. I thought it was relatively good. Nice art, not too boring of a plot-line, but what I couldn't stand was Tohru. Isn't that the way it usually is? The main characters have almost no personality and therefore, I lack sympathy and a bunch of other things. No wonder I like the Sohmas so much. (There are different ways of spelling it, I'll spell it the way I'm used to.) Of course I know the Last Airbender, are you kidding me? I used it as the basis for my original story, in terms of techniques that are used to harness elemental powers! I think you're right, Zuko is pretty tsundere, isn't he? My friend told me about Tokyo Ghoul. I just remember thinking it was the creepiest thing I had ever seen (I've seen creepier now) and I was surprised my sweet, innocent friend liked it so much.
JustCallMeLucie: Yup, I love development. Like, it's kinda crazy. As for the Baratie, very few questions were answered, but that's the point of having an ongoing story, isn't it?
Eager Reader: Well I'm glad! I'm just a huge fan of development and I think fluffy bits are sweeter than just rushing to bed. I just want natural development, or as natural as possible considering the circumstances. I think the best relationships are the one that have time to grow instead of rushing into something quickly, which is why it's the way it is. I think this chapter though showed that something slightly more than platonic is starting, or at least, hinting at maybe the other men are more aware of each other than originally. I hope you liked it!
lilcutieprincess: First I had to remember the read the names like Japanese names, and I'm glad you mentioned Aria, my friend showed me that anime to me and we were like, "Oh my God, she's kickass!". As for Misaki, I showed her to a friend once (mainly it was the scene where she got drunk and was in the nurse office with Usui, they got a real kick out of that) and I really liked her. I don't know many tsunderes, apparently, cause I don't recognize like half of these people! Every time I think I know my anime, something goes to prove me wrong.
Kpuffs: Have I seen Junjo Romantica? I feel like laughing right now. God, I love that show! I've also seen Sekai-ichi Hatsuko and I love them both, so much! You don't understand, I love that author! Which couple is your favourite? I have to say that Hiro-san and Nowaki make for the most dysfunctional (well, in a sense. They really need communication), but everything about the Junjo Terrorist couple made me squeal. Of course I like Misaki and Usagi, but I just remember thinking "MISAKI'S BARELY LEGAL!".
VictoriaLovesSmut: Of course Sanji's pessimistic in this story, I can't really blame him for it, can I?
Okay, so first is what Zoro said, and then who got it right, then I'll tell you MY list of tsunderes, and then I'll ask you one more question, if you're still with me!
First, Zoro said, "Really? You're too dramatic, aren't you?" which means that lilcutieprincess and Eager Reader got it right! And symbolically, so did Dyloa. So yay for you guys!
Now my list of tsunderes (I am using their names written the way normal English names are written and the titles come from their English translations).
Akira Toudou, from Special A. I seriously think she's a tsundere, at least in a certain sense if you look at her relationship with Tadashi. Another couple that had me giggling like an idiot.
Zero Kiryu from Vampire Knight. I was surprised no one put him, but considering the short time I gave for an answer and vampires aren't everyone's cup of tea (I don't really like Vampire Knight either, to be honest), I guess I shouldn't be TOO surprised.
Aria Kanzaki from Aria The Scarlet Amo. Do I even need to explain her? She's just ... I don't have words, but she's awesome.
Taiga Aisaka from Toradora! Okay, so guess what? This little cute, adorably small girl is voiced by Rie Kugimiya. She's pretty aggressive. Broke into a guy's house to get back an empty envelope (which, to be fair, she thought she put her confession in) and she dented a lamppost through kicks alone. Well, with some help from Ryuuji.
Kyo Sohma from Fruits Basket. God I love this guy. My friend told me to watch Fruits Basket and the second she mentioned Kyo, I was like, "No fair! I'm in school, I can't watch!" And I was just anxiously awaiting his arrival and he did NOT disappoint. I love this guy, seriously. I would probably try to marry him if I could, but everyone wants to marry fictional characters, don't they?
Misaki Ayuzawa from Kaichou Wa Maid-Sama (I'm used to saying it in Japanese), or The President Is A Maid! She's awesome. She kicks ass. She's not good with emotions. End of discussion.
Kazuha Toyama from Detective Conan (because I think the English name is stupid). She has tsundere-like qualities, seen with her strange relationship with Heiji. She's very aggressive and when it came to confessing, she was even awkward and adorable then too.
Hiroki Kamijou from Junjo Romantica, because he's adorable, needs to smile more and learn that punching someone into bed while they're sick is not the answer. But I love him anyway. Too bad he's gay...
Hiyori from Bleach. I can't remember her last name, but she enjoys beating people up but has the occasional sweet moments. I really like her, personally. She's very ... cool in my book, I suppose you could say.
Gu Jun-pyo/ Manik Malhotra/Domyouji Tsukasa from Boys Over Flowers. It doesn't matter which version he is, he's incredibly tsundere-like. Seriously, watch it and you'll see. He does stuff like torture this girl, but once he decides he likes her, he asks her out a date (which she never officially agrees to) and waits in the cold for like, 5 hours. (The Korean version has him in the snow, the Japanese in the rain) He told her not to be late and yet for a date that wasn't guaranteed, he waited 5 hours. God, I want to squeal just thinking about it.
Sasuke Uchiha from Naruto. I at least like to think he's a tsundere, cause I absolutely think he's one of the most huggable psychopaths in the world. That could be just me. Screw Itachi, I like Sasuke. His name also sounds cooler (in my opinion).
Inuyasha from Inuyasha. Yes, he's on here. Because he's totally like a tsundere to me. Like, totally. Because he's mostly yelling or getting angry at people but then he has these really sweet moments that are somewhat warped and shouldn't necessarily be sweet, but they are because he's him, like when he turned human and told Kagome she smelled nice or how he always has an aggressive, unorthodox way of showing he cares.
Takafumi Yokozawa from Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi/The Greatest First Love. He's totally a tsundere in my opinion. He acts really tough and all and he's pretty harsh to others, but if anyone's seen the anime film of him, he's probably one of the most adorable people ever. I never pictured him being an uke though ...
I just realized I said that tsunderes are usually female. I just listed 6 females tsunderes and 7 male tsunderes. I guess they're almost even. At least, in my mind.
I think that's all my tsunderes that I can think of right now, but yeah. Now for my question:
What's your favourite yaoi (gay) pairing from anime (canon, or non-canon) besides Zoro and Sanji?
1st Edit: August 6th 2015