Unspoken
Topic: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Word Count: 296
Author's note: It's a matter of opinion who is hurt here and who is doing the comforting. (grin)
Zoro could not remember a time he was more furious. The cook had once again proved to be the most infuriating person on this earth.
Sure, it wasn't like the idiot hadn't been injured before. Huge bleeding gashes he could take. A broken back was fine. Cracked ribs were nothing.
But it just rankled him to see Sanji being dragged in, a breath away from death, who then proceeded to lie about on his lazy ass unconscious for almost three weeks.
It just well…well…annoyed him!
And now, he still had the nerve to sit there, with that faintly amused expression on his face as if nothing had happened.
"You bastard! Did you even think? You knew how strong those guys are and you were way outnumbered. You're stupid or something? Why didn't you wait for the rest of us?"
In the moment Zoro stopped shouting to catch his breath, Sanji got up slowly and walked unsteadily towards him. He stood, with one hand against the swordsman's shoulder as if he needed it there to support himself.
"Don't be an idiot." He scoffed, but his voice was soft, carrying a trace of the pain he must still be feeling from his injuries.
Then the sneer melted away as he turned serious. "I'm alright. Chopper says I just need more rest. Really, I'm fine."
"Che. I didn't ask." Zoro grumbled crossly, although his traitorous hands came up on their own accord to rest gently on the cook's waist, careful to avoid the wounds.
He could hear the smile in Sanji's voice as he leaned forward to rest his head tiredly against his other shoulder. "Yeah, but I heard it all the same."
"Hn." With that, Zoro drew him near and held him closer than he had ever before.