When Zoro was eating a few days later, alone because he preferred the quiet midday offered – and he could take a nap – he found himself being bored again. He was on his phone at the same time, wondering if there was anything he could do to entertain himself, and read the few messages he had exchanged with Sanji – he had kept his number. They hadn't talked again, mostly because Zoro wasn't going to send the first text, but he had extenuating circumstances. He was really bored.

As he chewed his meal, he took a picture of what he hadn't eaten yet, and sent it to Sanji with the caption "See? It doesn't take a cook to make someone happy. Food by itself is enough." and smiled. The answer came quickly, which surprised him. He had thought Sanji was working, maybe, though he would never admit he had hoped he wasn't.

"Are you sending dick pics now? I'm not opening this."

Zoro frowned. What? "What the hell is wrong with you? I told you, I'm not a pervert."

"Nude pics?"

"Fine, just stop answering if you think I'm that kind of person."

Zoro sighed and put his phone down on the table, frustrated. This Sanji was such a jerk! When his phone rang a few minutes later, he didn't pick it up and finished his lunch, angrily staring at his mobile as if Sanji were in the same room. He lay on the floor of his classroom once done eating, to get some rest until the next class, but his mind kept wondering what Sanji could have possibly answered and if he had opened the picture or not. With a frustrated grunt, he took his phone without moving from the floor and rolled on his side with a pout to read the texts.

"What the fuck is this?" He sighed and almost locked his phone again. Sanji didn't trust him, then. Not that it was a surprise, but come on he wouldn't send dick pics to a stranger. Still, he read the other messages. "How do you eat this? Disgusting."

He grumbled. Why was this man upsetting him but he couldn't help but answer to him at the same time?

"We don't all have hours to cook."

"My ass can cook better than this. Even in only five minutes."

"Are you saying you cook shit?" Zoro smiled.

"I'm saying that YOU eat shit. I'm sorry, I can't keep texting to you knowing this. Here's one of my easiest recipes, just do that it's quick and good enough. A wonder compared to... whatever you were eating. For a sports' teacher you don't really eat well."

Zoro frowned. A recipe? Was Sanji really going to send this? He had wanted to find an occupation while bored and hadn't found another way to start talking again to Sanji, but now he was supposed to cook? Never. "Don't bother, I don't cook." As Sanji wasn't responding, he sent another text. "Seriously what are you doing?" And another. "I swear to God if you're sending this recipe..." "I am not cooking it." "I told you I don't cook you're wasting your time..." Then nothing because it was already time for his next class and he turned his phone off.

Zoro was tidying his flat when his phone rang again. He hadn't answered Sanji's text (he really had sent a recipe) and was curious about what the man could have sent, so he let everything down to read it as he fetched some booze. It was a picture of Sanji's dinner, and Zoro felt hungry just by looking at it. He read the caption ("Now THAT is a true dinner.") and smiled, opening his fridge. Okay, he would follow Sanji's instructions on how to prepare pasta, because apparently there was a way to make them even better?

"Did you try it then?" Zoro smiled as he was waiting for the water to boil.

"Nope. But it sure looks good on that picture."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Bubbles."
"Bubbles? Are you crazy?"

"That's how I know water is boiling."

"Oh you're testing it then. And there I thought you were the kind of guy that tasted the water by plunging a finger in it to see if it was ready."

"Who would do that? That's stupid."

"It was a joke. Haha. Laughs. Kidding."

"Talking. Why? Me = adult."

"Who knows..."

"And don't ever talk like that to a child, they're not dumb."

"Oh like you would know better."

"Actually I probably do. You know, considering how I work with kids. On a daily basis."

"..." Zoro shrugged, not knowing what to answer, and took care of finishing the recipe. It sure didn't take him that much longer than usual. But maybe it'd be disgusting. As he took a picture, Sanji asked him if he was done. He sent the photo without caption and started eating.

"Doesn't look as good as it should but at least you don't see the fat, that's improvement."

Zoro shook his head, hiding a smile – even though he was alone, yes – and didn't answer, eating. Surprisingly enough, it tasted very good. The spices were just enough to give a delicious taste and Zoro tried to take his time but failed and swallowed the whole thing quickly.

"Are you drinking basic alcohol with it? You should try wine."

"Wine isn't my thing"

"Nobody's perfect. So did you like it?"

"It was okay." Zoro typed with a smile. It had been really good, maybe the best thing he had cooked for himself, but he wasn't going to admit that to Sanji, was he?


Thank you for reading I hope you still like this! The story is pretty short but I had a delay to keep.

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