Sanji/Zoro (1)
(Cracks in the Armor)
Zoro felt a mild desperation bloom somewhere deep in his chest as he watched Sanji's eyes seethe in anger. A cigarette clenched so tightly in the alpha's teeth it was practically being cut in half.
Zoro doesn't even remember what started this fight. All he knows was that Sanji accused him of something and Zoro retaliated in kind. However, it escalated and now Sanji was more pissed than usual.
It hurt. It always hurt when Sanji looked at him with nothing but anger. He knew, when it came down to it in a fight against an enemy, Sanji could and would have his back, but sometimes...
Zoro almost felt like Sanji hated him.
It hurt so badly because the truth that Zoro held guarded so deep in his heart was, that he loved Sanji.
He hated that he did.
He hated that he loved Sanji's laugh, his smile, his food, his scent.. he could get lost in Sanji's scent, he smelled so much like cinnamon and ash. It should be repulsive, but to Zoro it was everything but.
Currently that scent surrounded him while standing in Sanji's domain. The kitchen was the cook's, and he spent over half his time in here. Of course the kitchen would be flooded with the cook's smell, but at the moment all Sanji smelled like was anger.
He should be used to things like this though. Sanji always did things like this. Even when Zoro tried to do something subtle to get closer to him during the day. Like purposefully taking naps in places that Sanji passes by regularly. Even if he got yelled at for being a slacker for it. Which always sent a pang echoing in his chest.
He'd find himself subconsciously watching Sanji go about his daily routine and each time would viciously jump back into training. Pushing himself harder and harder until every muscle in his body ached.
It never really worked to cover up the pain he'd feel in his chest.
But..he couldn't blame Sanji. He doesn't know if Sanji knew what Zoro was trying to do or not, but sometimes Zoro felt like Sanji might now and that was why the blonde was so vicious at times.
Especially since he had such a love for the women.
Zoro could never really help himself when Sanji came dancing out of the kitchen to Dawn over the girls and tend to their every whim. Even with Nami being a Alpha, Sanji still fawned over her.
It hurt the most because.. because it proved that Sanji didn't like people for their dynamic. He liked gender.
Zoro wasn't a woman.
Zoro grunted sending the cook one last glare before storming out in anger, being careful to make sure none of his hurt or desperation bled through to show on his face or in his actions.
He was always doing that. He felt like he wore an armor over his skin, at least sometimes. It hid what he felt for the cook and made him appear that he wasn't affected by the cook's actions when it did hurt this badly. He had too. He was going to be the world's greatest swordsman and the pirate king's first mate. He couldn't show how much he was affected by the blonde's actions.
Not with how important what he was doing was to him.
No, he couldn't show anybody.
He made a point of slamming the door on his way out.
Zoro felt a stinging in the back of his throat and pursed his lips together in response.
It wouldn't be weird if he went to train and didn't come back to interact with the rest of the crew till dinner. He did it all the time. Though if he didn't want to seem suspicious he'd have to sleep the morning away on deck.
That was fine.
Only when he was alone, the distant chatter and laughter of his crew echoing in the background, surrounded by his weights, did he let himself bring his hand up to cover his eyes.
HIs fingers digging into the skin on his face, he grit his teeth.
Why'd he have to fall in love with the asshole.
It was cracks starting to form on his armor. It scared him.