Sanji left the kitchen afterwards, figuring they no longer needed his help. He began to once again stroll the halls of the school. The cook was still adamant to go to class that day. Not that there would've been a point; he couldn't think of anything but the swordsman's grasp around his cock. And before he knew it he was hard again. Chikusho, Sanji thought, this is all that baka marimo's fault. Sanji kept walking, attempting to think of unstimulating things. But all that kept coming up were images of Zoro, anything he had done was now sexualised in the cook's mind. Eventually, Sanji realised it would be no use and set about finding a cupboard to jerk off in.
Zoro banged his head on the wall he was slumped against. He didn't know why he was crying, whatever the reason he just wanted the tears to stop. They were burning his eyes in their saltiness and his heart in their pain. He had never cried before, with the exception of Kuina's death that is. Even then they had not be pouring like this. Why was he so upset that Sanji had run off like that? His heart ached and suddenly he knew the reason: he was in love with the cook. The swordsman was happy that he'd now found the root of his tears but scared. Zoro had never been in love before however he had seen people who were and from his observations they always seemed to be hurting. He didn't want to hurt, not anymore, he wanted Sanji to hold him and kiss him better and tell the swordsman he loved him.
Sanji cleaned himself up before emerging from the cupboard. The hair residing at the base of his neck was damp with sweat and his hand was shaky as he zipped up his trousers. He had tried to get himself off the way Zoro had, imaging it was his firm hand wrapped around his cock instead of his own. The cook had been pleasantly surprised at how quickly he had gotten off with the image of Zoro. He continued down the halls of the school not really knowing where he was going. As Sanji kept walking he began to hear a faint sobbing sound. He started to walk towards the sound and as it inevitably became louder he began to run. He dashed round the corner to see green hair. Zoro. Sanji froze. That was Zoro, slumped in a heap up against the wall crying his eyes out. His first instinct was to run up to the marimo and comfort him. The cook was about to rush over to his side when the marimo turned his head and stared straight at Sanji. The swordsman's eyes were hard and glassy like he had been crying for ages; and the way he looked at the cook as if he was trying not to see him, to look straight through him.
"Ki ni shinaide," the swordsman shouted at Sanji.