radicalelle asked you:
I have a request! The highschooler AU hype had me thinking about a prompt I was thinking of giving you before.. With an appropriately aged Zoro, sadly. I'm sure it's been done before, I'm a pervert and I think you should write about Zoro being a personal trainer for Sanji and Sanji trying very hard not to think inappropriate thoughts, all whilst frustrating Zoro by being an awful student.. Or at least a horribly distracted one. It would make me so happy. :3
It had all been such a good plan. He'd wanted to get stronger, not really fitter as he was already fit and flexible. But sheer strength had been something that Sanji had always quite admired, so he had decided to do something. His friends had told him to get a personal trainer for weight lifting, one of those crossfit guys, someone who knew what they were doing. A few months of that and he'd know enough on his own to keep on top of his progress and only need to check in occasionally.
It had sounded like such a good plan.
The first time he'd met Zoro the man was positively glistening with sweat, looking like some cross between a fitness magazine cover and a porno. Zoro had shaken his hand and introduced himself and Sanji had only been able to make vowel sounds in response as all his blood shot south.
And it's not that he's even bad at what Zoro's trying to teach him either, far from it. He's just… distracted. It's hard to watch Zoro demo things without all his higher brain functions just shutting down as such learning was proving hard.
"So, look." Zoro sighs frustrated as he steps up to the barbell on the floor for the umpteenth time.
"It's just a clean and jerk, not too heavy either. Just grab here, this far apart." Zoro explains, bending down and wrapping chalked up hands around the barbell.
"Uh-huh." Sanji agrees, watching as Zoro settles himself into position.
"Just slow up to your hang position here." Zoro says, holding the bar mid-thigh and now… now this focusing thing was a little harder as Zoro's shorts were practically painted on here and, no, Sanji can do this. FOCUS.
"Keep your arms straight, don't row it. Rack the bar, getting under it quickly. Bring your hips through, like this." Zoro says, snapping his hips forward and dropping under the bar as Sanji's brain melts out of his ears.
"Mmm." He hums instead noncommittal. Zoro is saying something else, shit, now the bar is over his head. How did that happen? Shiiiiit.
"Now you." Zoro says, stepping back and gesturing to Sanji.
Oh no, none of that has gone into his head, he had been too busy leering.
Still, he needs to try. He grabs the bar and does what he remembers, though this isn't what he'd exactly call "not too heavy". He gets to the point where he got distracted by Zoro's shorts and panics. Zoro is watching him, teeth worrying at one of his perfect kissable lips.
He wings it, knowing vaguely what he's supposed to do. But as the bar flies up before him he has a moment of panic for his wrists and doesn't catch it where he should, gravity takes hold yanking him and the bar mercilessly to the floor with a clang.
Zoro sighs and Sanji knows he's the worst student ever. Though… maybe with a few years more coaching from Zoro…