Zoro jolted upright and quickly glanced around before he dashed to the bathroom and puked his guts out. He shivered and flushed the bile in the toilet away. As he washed his face and rinsed his mouth he tried to think why he would throw up.
Being sick was instantly ruled out, he doesn't just get sick. Food poisoning maybe? Or he could have just eaten something weird. Whatever it was he felt fine now, it was probably out of his system. He shrugged to himself as he stepped out of the bathroom, yawning.
He froze as he examined his surroundings. He was expecting the assortment of weights and training equipment, not the living room. He glanced down at himself, he was still fully dressed. He must have crashed on the couch...any memory of actually sleeping on the couch was missing but it wasn't that big of a deal, he must have been really tired.
He fished through his pockets as he slowly walked towards the stairs leading to his room, pulling out his keys and wallet. He tossed them on the kitchen counter as he passed by. There was a surprised yelp that made Zoro jump about a foot in the air as Sanji jumped up from behind the counter he was shuffling around in at the loud noise. They stood there for a moment, staring at each other wide eyed, in half guarded poses. Zoro coughed awkwardly and straightened up, focusing on centering his shirt on his chest, shooting glances at the cook.
Sanji stood rigidly, watching every move Zoro made. He looked tired, his usually perfect hair frizzy, his visible eye had bags under it, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously.
"...are you okay cook?" he asked hesitatingly, he looked sick, or cracked out. He really wasn't the one to ask about either of those.
"Fine. Why wouldn't I be?" came the snappy reply.
"...your kind of..." Zoro trailed off, still eying him.
"What?" Sanji demanded, his single eye twitching.
"...tweaking out."
"Tweaking out?" he spluttered, confused but still pissed.
"...well...yeah."
"What does that even mean?" he demanded.
Zoro shrugged and watched the blond with weary eyes. He knew it wasn't any of his business what the cook did, but he didn't want to see him destroy his life over it.
"I'm not tweaking out! I just didn't sleep very well!" he yelled, pointing accusingly at Zoro.
"...then you should get some rest, you look kinda pale..." Sanji recoiled, probably surprised by his concern. "Honestly, you look like shit." Zoro quickly covered it up with an insult and his usual smirk. Sanji seemed to relax a bit and he gave an almost smirk back.
"I don't think sleep would help you look any less like shit."
"Yeah yeah. I'm tired." with that remark he was off towards the stairs again yawning hugely. Sanji was being weird, he wondered why he was so high strung all of the sudden.
He sighed, he never understood Sanji. He guessed that's part of why he liked him, he knew he could rely on him when he needed to but never knew what he was actually thinking. Though that's pretty annoying as hell.
Zoro wandered into his bed and smothered himself in the blankets, letting his mind drift to a light sleep. He wasn't all that tired, but he liked the freedom sleep, or his fake sleep, gave him. He didn't have to care about the world for a while.
Sanji nervously watched Zoro go downstairs, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt. Once he was completely out of sight he let out a deep breath and leaned heavily against the counter.
He had been up all night. Not able to sleep even for a couple of minutes! And it was all the stupid marimo's fault! Dumb, son of a bitch, fucking bastard, shit head! Why did he do something like that dammit?
At least the bastard had a shitty memory from what he could tell.
Tapping his foot furiously against the floor, he continued to grumble inaudibly at Zoro and look for just the right sized pot. He needed one small enough to cook just the right amount of sauce, if it was too big, it would increase the chances of burning it. He absolutely refused to serve burnt chocolate to his ladies!
His eyes darted towards the stairs every couple of minutes, checking for green hair. Was he really sleeping? Would he suddenly be at the top of the stairs, just watching him like the other night? How drunk was he then anyways? Did he have a hang over? Should he make soup or something more filling? Was he even hungry? He should eat, he probably didn't eat much the night before.
Before he knew it he was making some simple soup for Zoro. Sanji stared at the pot originally intended to make delicate chocolate. Why the fuck was he cooking for Zoro? Zoro could deal with it if he was sick or could come upstairs and ask for some goddamn soup! He didn't deserve to have any soup handed to him!
Yeah! Zoro didn't deserve shit! He made it impossible to sleep last night! Sanji nodded to himself as he began cutting vegetables.
…...
"WHY THE HELL AM I STILL MAKING SOUP!" Sanji demanded of himself.
Fucking Zoro! This is all his fault! Fuck Zoro! He didn't get any soup! He could starve for all Sanji fucking cared! This would be an experiment for a new recipe! He would make the fucking best soup in the world and Zoro wouldn't be allowed to get any! HA!
Stupid bastard, with stupid green hair, and stupid big muscles, and a stupid mouth, that said stupidly weird and nice things! Asshole.
After an hour of careful calculations and samples of his soup, he was satisfied it was done. With a proud nod he carefully wrote exactly what he did into his recipe book, writing small notes in the margins for further development.
"OI SHIT-HEAD! FOOD!" he yelled absentmindedly in the general direction of the stairs, finishing up on his book.
Wait...Zoro wasn't supposed to get any...well, he cant exactly suddenly say no after telling him there was food...so the stupid marimo got some, but only this once!
He pulled out a bowl and filled it with the best soup in the fucking world, it had a smooth consistency, great flavor, and just the right amount of heat.
He waited for Zoro to lumber upstairs like the brute he was, and when he didn't Sanji felt like beating the bastard black and blue. He made soup for the bastard and he wouldn't even come upstairs? Fuck him! He's eating the fucking soup!
"OI! I SAID FOOD YOU BASTARD! YOUR GOING TO EAT IT!"
Sanji fumed when Zoro didn't show up or give any response. A loud knock interrupted his next fit of screaming at the ungrateful bastard.
"Dammit Usopp! Everyone has a key! I told you to stop bothering with that!" he grumbled as he stomped to the door while pulling out a cigarette. He quickly lit it before opening the door, trying to calm his frayed nerves.
"Usopp, I gave everyone a key for a reason, so I told you to stop making so much goddamn noise! Its only you who-" Sanji cut himself off when he opened the door fully and saw it was not Usopp the one knocking.
"Haha, sorry about the noise. Um, Zoro lives here right?" the man asked, glancing over Sanji's shoulder into the house.
Sanji looked him over coolly a few times, before meeting his crimson eyes. "Who wants to know?" he asked, blowing out a stream of smoke towards him.
His eyes flashed dangerously for a moment before softening with a smile, "Sorry about that! I'm Matt, I saw you the other night at the bar? I'm Zoro's friend."
He was the one glaring at me. Sanji thought, recognition showing in his eyes, causing the other man to become more confident.
"The moss-head's friend, eh?" he murmured, observing him some more. He shrugged and stepped out of the way to let him in. As Matt walked by he noticed Zoro's car in the driveway. He frowned and led the way to the living room, he waved towards the couch as he went to the kitchen, he instantly spotted Zoro's keys on the counter.
"So how did you get that grass-head's car here?" Sanji called out to Matt, turning the heat off the soup and heading to the living room, where Matt was already seated.
"Ah, noticed that did you?" he asked a bit ashamed sounding.
Sanji made a small humming noise.
"Well, he left it there I thought it would be inconvenient to go get it later, and a close friend of mine learned how to break into cars since he was little, so I kinda..." he trailed off with nervous laughter.
"Hmmm." Sanji commented. He didn't particularly like this man, he seemed like he was acting too much. "Well thanks for that, now I wont have to drive him anywhere again anytime soon. I'm Sanji by the way." he held out a hand and Matt shook it once.
"Sanji? Doesn't sound very common of a name, whereas my name is all over the place." he smiled at Sanji releasing his hand.
"Yeah. Its pretty rare..." Sanji felt like he was missing something horribly important about the conversation. He saw Matt look him over more closely, his eyes carefully sweeping over all of him and pausing at his neck. Sanji felt like the tension in the room could drown a fish, he really didn't like this guy.
"Oi love-cook! You don't have to yell at me when I'm in the shower!" Zoro yelled as he came up the stairs.
Their attention immediately went from each other to Zoro as he searched for Sanji, scowling in annoyance. His gaze fell on Matt and his brows creased in confusion then they shifted to Sanji and widened.
He glanced between the two quickly, his face losing color.
"Zoro! I came to see you! Your roommate, Sanji , let me in." Matt beamed from the couch.
"...Matt." Zoro said flatly, gaze still flickering from two of them.
"We were just introducing ourselves when you came in, maybe you would like to join our chat?"
"...no. That's alright." he said softly, his gaze finally settling on Matt.
"That's too bad, its a lovely house you guys have. Mind if I look around?" Matt asked, looking around him then staring Zoro in the eye.
"...sure...I'll show you around downstairs."
"Alright!" he grinned cheerily and rose to walk towards Zoro, "Is that where your room is?"
"...yeah. It is."
"Wonderful! It was nice to meet you, Sanji, I'll see you around sometime."
Sanji didn't like the way his name was being picked out of every sentence Matt said. He remained on the couch, smoking, while Zoro led Matt downstairs.
AN: is it too weird or out of place or anything? I think i might have made it weird:/ please tell me your opinions