A.N. This time it's not from a prompt, sooooo let's get on with the story!

Probably a hundredth sigh came from Zoro's lips and Sanji felt his hand land on the green haired man's shoulder. "What is it now?"

Zoro shook his head. "I don't know… It's just sad"

"What's sad?"

"Life is sad."

Sanji let out a small sigh and shook his head 'Why did Marimo have to become so melancholic?' "Why life is sad?"

Zoro shrugged. "Don't know, it's just sad. Maybe 'cause you don't stay in my bed all night? Maybe 'cause I have to wake up alone so often? Maybe 'cause you don't want to admit our relationship aloud?"

Sanji felt guilt flow into his body, he also wanted to stay all night in Marimo's bed, also wanted to wake up in the green man's warm embrace in the morning. He also didn't really want to hide their relationship from friends, he felt that it was unfair to do he knew that nothing will change even if he tells them that he's dating this annoying Marimo. But he couldn't, there was a will he had to keep up with and it clearly said NO relationships until he's eighteen. Even secretly dating this bastard was bad, but he couldn't keep himself from him anymore, he tried, he re really did, but nothing could be done and now Sanji was completely in love with this young man.

He wanted to be with this man every day and he sometimes hated himself for this craving, but he didn't hate the feeling, in fact he liked having that feeling in his chest, all those butterflies and tingling made him feel alive. No matter what he says, he doesn't hate the man either, in reality he respects him and understands his feelings very well. It's just that sometimes their opinions don't match, well okay pretty often, but that just makes Sanji love the man even more 'cause Zoro always stands his ground until the end.

So here they are, secretly in love – a young master from a well family and one of the worst delinquents in the school (of course not so bad as the D brothers, but close). Instead of telling all that useless information Zoro already knew, Sanji placed a peck on Zoro's lips and brushed his hand through the green locks. "You know we can't, at least not until I'm eighteen. And then if you will still want it, I will move in with you, okay?"

A small spark of hope appeared in Zoro's eyes and most of the loneliness disappeared. "It's a promise?"

Sanji smiled and nodded. "It's a promise."

A.N. Somehow it didn't turn out much 'bout the drunkenness, did it? But well these stories are supposed to be different from each other, so it's good right? Don't forget you can leave me a prompt 'bout what kind of drunk you imagine Zoro could be. :}