It had all started as a really nice idea. Surprisingly, it had been ZORO's idea, and considering that the man was about as romantic as a constipated hedgehog, an offer of a ferry ride to a neighboring island was too appealing for the Cook to pass up. The crew had been in port for a few days, resting and replenishing supplies, so it seemed the perfect opportunity for the two men to spend a pleasant afternoon together.

Once they had made it to the small grassy island, it didn't take them very long to ditch the locals.

Later, the fragrant grass had felt especially soft against Sanji's naked skin. His eyes were heavy, but as he moved to rise, rough calloused hands had pushed him back down.

"The boat—"

"Don't worry about it, Cook. I'll wake you up before it leaves."

And, because all of his common sense had been wonderfully pulled from his body only minutes before, he had surrendered to sleep.

The snores beside his ear were what finally woke him up. He sat up abruptly, dislodging the arm that was draped across his chest, and waking the owner.

Before either one could speak, thunder echoed loudly, as if following a comedic cue.

So, that was how they ended up here with Zoro scrambling to finish the makeshift shelter he had hastily constructed, as sheets of rain beat down. Sanji smoked in silence.

Despite his annoyance, Sanji had to admit that the asshole was cute when he was flustered. Maybe he would tell him that. Maybe he would tell him about the village that was located at the bottom of the next hill. The day was still filled with possibilities. But for now, he said,

"Its still leaking in the corner."

"I hate you."

"Yeah, you wish."