A/N: Sorry, I'm a little bit late in updating. I did not even have time to touch my laptop yesterday. I'll try to write longer chapters if you wish me to.

Thank you for reading and sorry for the mistakes if there are any.


Zoro drummed his fingers on his desk while he worried about the blond.

He recalled the cowering and nervous stricken Sanji when he had accompanied him to the Principal's office. Reluctantly, Zoro had left him there alone with the old man when the latter had asked him to do so.

Zoro glanced at the clock again and saw that 30 minutes had already passed since class had started.

His eyes wandered back to the door, waiting. Hoping that it would open at any moment and Sanji would be introduced into his class. But so much time had passed already and the chances that Sanji would come in were thinning and thinning by each passing minute.

Where is he? He got into another class?

Zoro's chest felt heavy. He was utterly disappointed. He had wished that he would be able to spend more time with Sanji during the day. Now, they were separated until class was over for lunch. But he rejoiced on the fact that they lived together so there would not be any problem for them to be together after school and during the evening. A small smile crept onto his face.

Now that Zoro had found out – realised to be more precised - that Sanji was a boy, he reassured himself that he could act more naturally with him around. There was no longer the need to be careful in him getting hurt - NO, wrong - that was something he definitely still had to be careful about with that kind of frail and clumsy body Sanji had. How easily he could be bruised with just a small bumping into the table corner or having his skin scraped.

Well, that aside, Zoro simply no longer needed to feel embarrassed. Why was he even in the first place? He did not know. Sanji could be cute sometimes. Zoro mentally slapped himself. Should a nine year old be thinking like this? No. But Zoro could at least now be more prepared, that is, no longer get caught off guard by his smiles or other expressions. Yeah. He would definitely not. Sanji was just his playmate.

Something small but hard hit against his head and pulled him out of his dreamy state. After blinking for a few times, he now noticed that his line of sight was obstructed by something black. Zoro looked up and his eyes met with his teacher's with his eyebrows pulled together in an angry frown.

"Well, I'm sorry that you find my class boring, my dear Zoro," he said.

"Tch." Zoro clicked his tongue. "Oww. It hurts!" Zoro cried out when his teacher flicked his forehead.

The whole class burst out laughing.

"I will very much like it if you can respect your teacher! Now, now, children, please behave. You know that I do not tolerate any mockeries and bullying in my class…Though I like to tease my fellow students…YohOho YOHOHo YohohOHOHOho…Jane, will you show me your panties-?"

Smack!

"Go away, you perverted teacher!"

Tch. Weirdo, thought the green haired.

"Well, I do wish you would not fall asleep if you are not dreaming, Zoro. YOhOhO YohOhO. Now, now, where were we?..."

The tall and thin teacher of Class 3A with an odd afro returned to his lecture.


#Sanji's side#

Sanji gulped and tried to look not at all intimidated by the large man, dressed in traditional Japanese clothing with square designs, seated in front of him. The latter had long flowing black hair with a little tied in a topknot.

"Sanji Blackleg?" the man asked in a gruff voice.

"..Y-Yes Sir!"

The man looked up from his paper and stared at the blond's face for a few minutes before breaking out in a large smile.

"No need to be so stiff, boy. You can call me Jinbe."

"Yes Si-Jinbe!"

"Hmm just like this. Are you nervous?"

Sanji nodded.

"Well, there's no need for that! You're going to have many new friends from today on." He grinned.

"Yes…"

"Is your mother well?"

This question caught Sanji a little bit off guard and he stiffened.

"Huh? You know her?"

Jinbe studied his face for some more before replying, "Of course I do! Did she not come here to make all the necessary paperwork for you?"

"A-ah y-yes." Sanji realized, but still felt that the larger man was hiding something. He frowned and his head cocked slightly to one side due to habit whenever he was confused. But he decided to shrug off these feelings.

"Umm which class will I be in?" he asked instead.

"Hmm," Jinbe searched through his papers again and answered, "Class 3B. Well, come along, I'll show you." He got up and his huge body only made Sanji looked even smaller.

They walked for a few minutes, climbing down stairs and passing by several doors until finally reaching the Class 3 section. The Principal, Jinbe, knocked at a particular door and it opened, revealing xxx (Can't decide on who's gonna be the teacher. Any suggestions?)

"Sorry to interrupt your class. This is the new transfer student, Sanji Blackleg and he will be in your class from now on."

"Yes, of course. Come in, little boy."

Sanji walked in rather stiffly, feeling all the stares directed at him. He glanced around the room and his heart leap a little when he noticed a green haired but unfortunately it was not the green he was hoping to see. It was a much lighter shade than Zoro's. Sanji's shoulders slumped in disappointment.

I got into a different class…

"There's an empty seat near Caimie," the teacher said, motioning Sanji to go to sit near that green haired girl.

"Hi," she greeted.

"Hi," Sanji answered back with a small smile.

It's gonna be a long day…thought Sanji as he sat down and took out his school materials needed for class.


Finally, class was over for lunch and Sanji silently put back his pencil case and copybooks in his bag. While doing so, a few students had gathered around his desk.

"Hey, aren't you the one who always wait at the school entrance for Zoro?" asked one of the girls.

So straightforward... Not even a greeting first.

"..Y-Yeah." Sanji managed out.

"But are you not a girl?"

"No, I'm a boy!" Sanji immediately replied.

"Well, you certainly looked like one."

"Is that why you cut your hair?" asked another one.

"Your eyebrows are weird," commented one.

Are they going to bully me? Sanji thought in fear.

"What's your relationship with Zoro?"

Why so many questions?! I don't even know their names!

"May I ask about your names first?" Sanji asked hesitantly.

"Daisy," answered the bushy orange colored hair.

"Roxanne," answered the shortest of them.

"Paula," said the curly dark haired girl.

"And I'm um Sanji?" Sanji felt the need to say his name too but the girls paid him no mind and instead rushed him with questions.

"Who is Zoro to you?"

"How do you know him?"

"Are you related to Zoro?"

"Where do you come from? Which school?"

" blah blah blah…"

"blah blah blah…"

What the hell are with these girls?! Sanji screamed in his head.

He looked away from the three girls looming over his desk and noticed the pitied looks that a few of the other students were sending him

Sanji totally understood. These three are most probably the most annoying people of this class. What did I do to deserve this?

Sanji picked up his bag, stumbled away from them and made for the door. On his way, the other students in his class moved away from his path, silently helping him for his escape.

"Hey! Come back!" one of the girls shouted.


#Zoro's side#

Ten more minutes. You can endure it, Zoro!

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Come on. Come on. Three…

Yes. Yes. Two…

And...One!

Riiiiing riing riing The bell went off.

Zoro quickly gathered his things and without a thought, stuffed them in his bag. He flung it over his shoulder and fled out of his classroom without a look behind him.

When he was finally out, he looked around, trying to spot a particular blond head amidst the crowd of students in the corridor.

In which class is he?

Zoro stood on his little toes to try to get a better view. The unique honey blond color hair of Sanji was something easy to spot. Few people had such hair color. He could not say less about his.

He had been teased about it before but a glare had sufficed to keep those mischievous students real far from him. With time, he had been known as the scary lonesome wolf since he was always alone and would not let anyone to approach him. Zoro was just always seen by himself and he thought that it was better to be like this.

Less problems...he had thought.

His mind then wandered to how Sanji had been. Was he bullied? He asked himself and made a mental note to make sure to beat up the guys who will dare to do so.

Ah! There he is and he looks…frantic?

On noticing Zoro, Sanji reduced his speed and smiled one of his big smiles.

"Hey Zoro! Do you miss me already?"

"Who would?!" he shouted back.

"Well, I did." Sanji teased and a slight tint of pink appeared on Zoro's cheeks.

"Which one is your class?"

"Class 3B and yours?"

"Mine is Class 3A."

"Oh."

Both of them had a disappointed look plastered on their faces but Zoro recovered first.

"Come, its lunch time already. Let's eat at the back. I know a good place."

"Okay." Sanji beamed at him.

"Hey! YOU THERE!"

Sanji gasped, recognizing the voice of one of the girls who were interrogating him just a few minutes ago. He turned around and indeed saw those three.

"What do they want?" asked Zoro.

"Nothing! Come! Let's run!" Both boys broke into a run.

"Why are we running?!" shouted Zoro.

"Just do it! These girls are annoying!"

"What did they do to you?" asked Zoro. His eyes slightly widened when he realized that they may have bullied him.

"What are you doing?! Just run!"

"Did they bully you?"

"Uh- not really..."

"Answer me!"

"No. They just bombarded me with a lot of questions about you. They are your fans. Maybe."

Zoro raised an eyebrow at his answer but seeing Sanji's pleading look, he took the lead and ran in front of him.

"Let's go."

"Yes!"

A few minutes later.

"Uh, Zoro? I'm sure we passed by here a few times already."

"No, we didn't. It's just that the corridors are so much alike."

"No, we really did pass by here already...and three times!"

Zoro stopped running and looked around him. He frowned.

"We are lost, Zoro?"

"N-No we are not!"

"Yes, we damn are. Geez, I'm tired already." Sanji went to sit near the wall. "Let's just eat here."

"But I wanted to show you that place," Zoro mumbled, lips slightly pouted.

"It's okay. We have tomorrow for you to show me."

Satisfied with his words, Zoro sat down besides him and took out his lunchbox to eat.

Sanji watched him eat - more like stuffing all the food inside his mouth. He smiled. Sanji was really looking forward to his school days with Zoro. He really wished that they can be together forever like this…If he could, that is...

"What's the matter?" Zoro asked when he noticed Sanji's sad expression. "Did those girls did something to you? I'll beat them up!"

"N-no no. I was just thinking about how nice it would be to be able to stay like this together with you forever."

"W-What?" Zoro choked on his food.

"Haha.. Just kidding!"

Zoro frowned.

"Sanji..."

"Hmm?"

"Of course, I'll stay with you..." Zoro mumbled the last part, his face facing the other way as he was flushed deep red with embarrassment with his own words.

At that moment, the bell rang again. Lunch break was now over.

Sanji opened his bottle of water and drank a few gulps. After that, he carefully packed up his lunch box while the green haired did the same. Sanji then took the stance for a sprint.

"I know... Ma-ri-mo."

"What did you call me?! Come back!" Zoro ran after the fleeing and giggling blond.

Yeah, how nice it would be...