Sanji knew he couldn't stay in the Thousand Sunny house, not after walking out on Zoro like that. Reluctantly, he left the house and began to wander round the school. He was wondering what to do about the incident with Zoro when he turned the corner. Walking his way was the green-haired swordsman. Sanji spun around and started to run off in the direction he had come. The school was enormous and Sanji knew he could easily lose Zoro in the twists and turns of the halls especially since the marimo had no sense of direction whatsoever.
"Matte!" Zoro yelled after the cook but Sanji was determined not to stop running until the swordsman's voice was out of earshot.
"Sanji!" Zoro shouted as he turned down countless corridors.
He was sure he had seen Sanji turn down one of these corners but his lack of direction was messing with his head. He slammed his fist into one of the walls. Why did I have to be such a fuck-up? Zoro thought. He had desperately wanted the cook at that moment and was not thinking clearly as he jerked him off. He hadn't thought to consider that he had been cheating on Nami at that moment. This wasn't like him; cheating. He silently cursed the shitty cook for messing him up so badly. He slammed his fist into the wall repeatedly. If cheating was so bad, why it had felt so good touching Sanji, the marimo wondered.
Sanji had ended up in the kitchen. In all honesty, he knew he would eventually end up there. He was flustered, hot and out of breath as he tumbled into the school kitchen. As usual he could see the head-chef Zeff kicking the impertinent staff over their heads. Sanji chuckled, his body relaxing in the chaotic yet humbling atmosphere.
"Kudaranai kuso jiji!" Sanji yelled in the direction of the old man.
At this, Zeff spun around and seeing Sanji began to storm towards him.
"Baka! How dare you insult me in my own kitchen!" he shouted raising his leg to Sanji but Sanji was able to block it with his own foot.
"Not today jiji," Sanji smirked.
The rest of the kitchen noticed this disturbance and turned their heads to Sanji before shouting out in joy.
"Welcome back eroi!" some of them shouted while the others shouted a chorus of "Good to see you kuso cook."
Sanji laughed and made his way through the swarm of cooks. He walked over to the pot of soup simmering away on a low heat setting. He dipped his finger into the soup before placing it in his mouth and licking off the liquid.
"Umm... Not bad bakas, but it's missing a little something," he said moving around the kitchen.
He grabbed various spices and herbs before dropping them into the pot .He slowly stirred it then once again dipped his finger into the pot. This time he smirked after pulling his finger from his mouth.
"Perfect," he commented. "Serve it with a slice of baguette and a mint leaf on top."
The chefs nodded. Sanji was obsessed with presentation and strived to have everything just so. Unfortunately, he couldn't do that with people.