Sanji/Zoro (2)
(Hate? Hate? Delirious)
The knife clattered against the cutting board each time the blonde chef brung it down, with more force than necessary.
He was angry. He was angry. He was so angry.
He wasn't sure what the argument was about. But he remembers coming into his kitchen, HIS DOMAIN, and be surrounded by the usual comforting scents of his cooking spices. But then the Marimo's fucking scent had hit his nose and made him higher than what his cigarettes could ever get him.
He hated that fucking smell.
The Marimo was so repulsive and brash! Nothing like the appealing and beautiful women on the ship or at the docks they stop at occasionally.
Women's curvy figures and flowery scents, long eyelashes and silky hair was art created by God. No matter their dynamic they should be worshiped.
He loved women. He loved their scents, their looks, everything about them.
He dreamed of the day he'd smell the perfect women. He'd slowly turn and they'd connect eyes and instantly fall in love with each other, and then they'd never leave each other's side.
Yet.
Yet every time he smelt that fucking Marimo, he'd catch himself staring, or feeling his head swim in bliss.
It pissed him off.
Why did the fucking Marimo have to have a scent so tantalizing?!
It reminded him of when they first met. Zoro walking into the Baratie and Sanji begrudgingly going over to wait on them, only made better by Nami-swan's heavenly presence.
He hadn't gotten a foot away from the table before he smelt the only Omega at the table. The green haired swordsman. The MALE omega swordsman.
The three sword style user's smell had left his head a little floaty, before he made himself move to wait on his customers.
When he had turned to the swordsman he had forced his face into a scowl to distract himself. That had pissed the swordsman off and they started fighting.
He immediately thought of the green haired male as repealing, brash, repulsive, unlovable.
But his body kept trying to tell him different.
He hated it all. He hated how his body, his head, everything kept being drawn to the swordsman, when all he wanted to really do was smash the green haired omega's face in when he saw him.
He hated how it might be possible that he didn't HATE Zoro.
