A/N: I know a lot of you wanted Zoro to go running after him, but unfortunately he can't :(

Zoro remained propped up by an elbow on the pool's wet tiles as his other hand still was white knuckled in his shorts out of fear of having his junk exposed to the entire facility. Legs sprawled from having the blond landing – not exactly gently – between them as he was fighting with all of him might to keep a blush from spreading across his cheeks. For the first time grateful that the hideous bruise masked up any facial toning of any kind.

Still in a semi-state of shock he pushed himself to his feet as all of the kids in his lesson had long since stopped down their laps. Some treading water as others had come up to the edge of the pool, giggling and pointing at how Zoro had just been full body tackled into the floor. Even an unimpressed glare sent their way didn't stop them from laughing happily, nor encourage them to get back to swimming. Sanji was long since gone and if it wasn't for this army of cockblockers he would be running after the man to ask what the hell that had all been about.

"That was so funny, Zoro!" One kid squealed happily, laughing despite Zoro staring at him with narrowed eyes and wondering how far he could throw the damned brat across the pool. Or maybe a drop kick off the diving board... He wondered how long it would take Nami to notice.

"His face hit you in the junk!" A boy guffawed loudly, pointing down at Zoro's shorts as the lifeguard grimaced. Yeah, he really didn't need to be reminded of how it felt to have Sanji's cheek pressed to the more intimate places on his body. Not that he didn't kind of enjoy it.

"I got kicked there once." Another kid piped up sharply, "It hurt!"

"Kicked where?" A girl intoned curiously, head turning in confusion as she looked at the boy expectantly.

"Oi. Oi. Oi." Zoro stuttered out quickly as he scooped up his whistle while stalking over to the water's edge. There was no way he was being paid enough to be giving anatomy lessons to young girls, not to mention the odd questions he'd get from parents if their daughters came back from swimming and suddenly knew what a penis was, "That's enough chit-chat. Your lesson isn't over yet."

A collective groan of disappointment came from all of the kids at once as they seemed much more interested in making fun of Zoro than doing any work. An aggressive shooing motion of his hands did nothing to motivate the kids as all of their earlier motivation to practice for future competitions was long since washed away by the excitable incident of Sanji tackling Zoro. The lifeguard desperately tried not to think of the word 'excitable' in the same sentence of 'Sanji's face' and 'his crotch'.

"Are you okay?" Came the concerned voice of one of the girls, little hands curled around the curved edge of the tiled deck as she looked up innocently at Zoro, "Did you hit your head?"

"No, I'm fine." Zoro answered lightly, not even bothering to try and answer any of the other questions thrown his way. It was nearly impossible to keep track of everything that was said when looking after ten or more kids at once; all of the words just got jumbled together and your best bet was to just nod and smile encouragingly.

Going over to grab his abandoned clipboard he assumed he might as well end the laps early and maybe start them on a game. Something to allow them to expend the rest of their remaining energy while also manipulating them to train without them quite knowing it. Snatching up the clipboard he began to breeze through the curriculum he had had laid out for the hour.

"Was that your boyfriend?"

Zoro whipped around to look down at the little girl whom he thought had been on his side, her eyes still wide in curiosity but a devilish grin plastered across her teeth as Zoro realized she was just evil in disguise. It was almost concerning how such a perverted, yet smug grin could fit onto the face of an eleven year old child.

Traitor, the devil on his shoulder hissed angrily. You were supposed to be on our side, you little she-devil!

Of course the question hadn't gone unheard by the small army of untameable balls of energy and each and every one of them perked up at the embarrassing question. Every reaction from giggling, awing, fake retching and grossed out drowning ensued afterwards and Zoro refrained from slapping a palm across his eyes; only stopping himself because he knew it would hurt far too much to hit his still injured nose.

"Ew, have you guys kissed?"

"I bet you have cooties now!"

"Don't you know that kissing gives you germs?!"

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"Are you his girlfriend?"

"They're both boys stupid, that means they're both boyfriends."

"Zoro, do you have cooties?"

"Gross, do you guys hold hands?!"

Zoro let out a long, heavy sigh, free hand coming up to gently rub soothingly at his temple as he tried to fend off a small headache he felt slowly building. Sometimes dealing with these kids was just a little bit more than he could take. The inexhaustible energy and constant questions were only tolerable for so long. Not to mention that he desperately wished he could answer yes to most of their questions; when in all reality their pestering was just rubbing in the fact that he didn't get to hold the man's hand on a regular basis.

"Back to your laps, brats!" Zoro ordered gruffly, pointing aggressively at the water. Though his tone was strong the kids knew by now that he wasn't angry at them in any way, "No more questions!"

Another collective groan but they nevertheless began to put their goggles back on, some kids already kicking off the wall and making to start their laps as the other kids got in a few extra laughs and annoying questions. One boy in particular sticking out his tongue before singsonging, "Zoro has a boyfriend."

"I wish." Zoro grumbled quietly to himself, as all the kids got back into doing their laps. Standing quietly at the side of the pool he watched the kids slowly work themselves out as he began to wonder what exactly Sanji had wanted from him before slipping and talking him...

TBC...

A/N: Sorry for being absent. I work full-time, and Friday, Saturday, Sunday's are really hectic lol I usually just come home every night and face plant in bed, then get back up at 7am and do it all over again... It's nice to have Tuesday's off to write all day tho :) Hopefully, we'll get these two idiots dating by then ;)