Topic: Umbrella
Zoro's love is a hurricane, Sanji decides.
Yes, the summer thunderstorm that moves quickly, violently, threatening to become something bigger, stronger, and fiercer. It's the type of rain that is impossible to escape. It creeps up pant legs, shoots up under raincoats; it comes at you sideways, so you can't avoid it. Just as you turn a corner to hide behind a building, the rain changed directions, always pelting against you.
It was the nature of the cook to resist the rain, to do all in his power to keep it from soaking his hair and drenching his suits.
He therefore, quite naturally tries to resist Hurricane Zoro.
He now knows what it is like trying to hold an umbrella over your head against such a tempest, constantly changing angles to try and keep the rain off, and just what it was to realize that it was futile because the storm was too strong and would crumble anything and everything that stood in it's way, umbrella, man or building.
So, Sanji eventually released the umbrella, letting the storm take it with all his reservations and finally, finally, allowed him self to enjoy the rain, letting it soak every inch of his body, feeling as it soaked his clothes, seeping into his skin, wrapping around his heart the same way that two, muscled, tanned arms currently wrapped around him.
Their legs entwined and fingers clasped together tightly, fingers laced together, Zoro slept, and Sanji wondered. Zoro's warm, steady breath brushed against the skin of Sanji's neck and he had to think, I was afraid of this
Having finally danced naked in the rain, Sanji learned that when you let the storm rage around you, when you allow yourself to stop worrying over the outcomes, the middle of a tempest was really the place to be.