Chapter Five – Having You in the Palm of My Hand
Zoro knew how to make Sanji melt. With just the touch of his hand, Sanji could fall into a sweet embrace that took him to new heights. This massage is fucking amazing and just what he needed after a long day at work.
"Jeez," Zoro grunted, "You are tight."
"Pervert," Sanji sighed out. "Only you would say something like that."
"At least I'm not the one thinking of it like that." Zoro pressed his fingers into the sole of Sanji's foot, hitting that nice sweet and sore spot. "God, why do you have to be a chef? Couldn't you be a dentist or something?"
"Not what I want." Sanji sat up, staring at his hands, those delicate features. If he became a dentist or something like that, god knows what would happen to them. They could be bitten, or defiled by some brute who thinks it's funny to ruin a pair of beautiful hands like that. He stared at Zoro, with a strange look on his face.
Zoro stared back, clearly confused and slightly bewildered.
"What? Is there something on my nose?"
"I just wanted to tell you," Sanji said. "That you're my best friend."
Trudging towards the convenience store, Sanji mutters bitterly on how easy it was for him to give into Zoro. Like, what the literal hell is this mockery? It's like Zoro wanted this to happen, he wanted Sanji to fall like putty. But that moron couldn't think that far ahead, could he?
Whatever, Sanji thinks. I need to get to work anyways. He walks in and gets two new packs of cigarettes, hopefully a nice smoke will calm him down.
Thank god it does. He doesn't want to be a massive asshole at work, where people expect the staff to be cool and collected. That's just a part of the image he wants to hold towards all of the guests. There's nothing worst than having a rude staff - but the staff isn't allowed to be a doormat either. Rude people are generally the worst in the restaurant business.
But, by the time Sanji arrives at The Baratie, he had gone through a third of the newly bought pack and is currently suffering from a massive headache. This day couldn't have gone any worse. Yet, life has a funny way of showing remorse.
All throughout his long shift, his mind wanders to Zoro, wondering what that moss head is doing at this moment. Sanji hopes Zoro is gone by the time he gets home. Another part of him hopes that Zoro will stay. Just one more night. Another night couldn't hurt. I don't want him to go. Not yet.
When his shift is over, Sanji goes to buy another pack of smokes before heading home. Opening the door, he is greeted to an empty living room and whatever hope, whatever loving and caring emotions he had, just drifts out the door. Never to be seen again. No hints of the green haired man, it was like Zoro never even existed.
A/N: Hello! I'm alive and stuff! This is another short chapter as I'm rather busy nowadays. Keep on waiting! (Chorus of Okays being played in the background)
And as responses:
To xri - Here is more! Yay for more!
To - I agree. I love romance because of the complex feelings that people experience. In this one, Zoro's actions could be interpreted like that, and I'm so glad you like the story!
To Guest - He is very romantic. Winning romance awards. And to answer your question: Cigarette packs vary between countries. I'm from Canada and here I'll be using Canadian cigarette package numbers(?). In Canada, we have both 25 pack cigarettes and 20 pack cigarettes. For the sake of this story I'll be using 25 packs of smokes. I really hope this answers your question
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