Sanji arrived at the school a little later. He greeted some of his normal friends outside the group, then went on to show his ID and retrieve his new schedule. He looked down at it, relief washing over him. He knew that he could count on Robin to have his back. He was already in a pressing situation he couldn't get himself out of, but at least this way when he came to school, since dropping out wasn't an option, he'd get to spend what seemed to be the greater part of his day as an aide in Robin's class.
Since unfortunately for Sanji he wouldn't be able to really get around this place soon. It was scary to think about, made his heart race, but there was little he could do about it. He just thanked his previous self for getting enough credits these past three years to allow him to do this. But that left him with still three classes he needed to take in the mornings. His first being none other than the subject he wasn't particularly good at, science.
Just thinking about the subject made one of its brightest pupils appear.
"Sanji!" Chopper cried out happily, latching to him from behind and surprising the blonde.
The young doctor had his envelope in his hand. Quickly he peeled himself off the cook though so that Sanji could turn around and look at him.
"Hey Chopper." Sanji said, still a little weirded out at how fast the guy had come out of nowhere. It was like his science radar had been tingling or something. Then he noticed the envelope in his hands. "What classes did you get?"
Chopper glanced down and fiddled his fingers until he was able to retrieve his schedule then he handed it up to his friend and patient. Sanji took it, glancing at his own and at Chopper's. How was this possible? He furrowed his brows.
"You're in all my classes that I'm taking." Which would be the counted three. "How the hell did you arrange that?"
Chopper just smiled warmly. Of course he would be, he wasn't just going to let his dear pregnant friend be in any class without him in his condition! But then he sheepishly scratched at the back of his neck.
"My dad works part time as the infirmary nurse here when he isn't at the clinic! He pulled some favors because mom told him to."
Sanji shuddered, just imagining Dr. Kureha for a split second. Then he handed the schedule back to Chopper. Well at least he knew now that if he randomly went into weird guy labor in the first three periods of the day, he'd be covered.
"Is Zoro in any of your classes?" Chopper finally asked, something that curiously popped into his head. He might've regretted it though as Sanji's face seemed to warm.
Just thinking about Zoro made him remember that they'd actually moved in with each other the past weekend. Their friends might've known they were together now and having babies but they didn't know yet that they moved into the same apartment. What would Nami think? They weren't even married. But yikes that was a weirder subject on his own. He'd already gotten weirdly proposed to, hadn't he? He didn't respond but did that make him somehow Zoro's fiancée because he didn't say no? Not that he would say no or anything, he'd just like time to actually consider it…
"Sanji?" Chopper called out to his friend who suddenly had glanced off into the distance into though.
"Oh yeah sorry." Sanji pulled out his phone and checked the cover. Nope, no text messages from Zoro. Guess he would just have to find out if the idiot shows up in any of them. "Nope, no clue."
Chopper let out a slight hum then jumped in his skin when the warning bell rang. Then he and Sanji made their way to the classroom. It was different sharing a class with Chopper first thing in the morning, but then again not so different. A lot of their previous class was still there. He took his usual seat in the back and yawned. He didn't get to sleep a lot because he was so nervous having the swordsman's arms around him, regardless of how many times it'd been there before.
He was surprised though however to see when the color green appeared in the doorway just seconds before the starting bell. Leave it to the Marimo to get lost going to a class he went to every single day and barely getting there on time after his detours. Regardless Sanji couldn't help but sit up a little straighter. Everyone who loved gossip was watching with interest, just knowing that Zoro was going to take that third seat at Sanji's table.
They grinned triumphantly to themselves when he did. Sanji nearly died. It had been so much easier when everyone didn't know about their relationship and that majority of their classes were at different times to avoid this. He loved Robin-chan for helping him, but why, why sweet Robin, did she have to help him get into his classes as well?
Though if he was expecting any response from the swordsman, Sanji would be disappointed. Zoro took the seat and with a thump his arms and head were already on the table and he was closing his eyes. He had had a small surge of energy that morning waking up with Sanji but it had worn off quickly when he entered the doors of the school. School just had that tiring boring effect on people.
Sanji scowled at him though, nudging him.
"The fuck are you doing here?" He whispered harshly as the teacher started talking and welcoming them back to the new semester in the background.
Zoro grumbled a bit, readjusting how he rested. "School." Was his only response.
Sanji rolled his eyes. Yeah, he wasn't stupid Marimo, he knew they were there for school. He pressed on.
"I know that you Neanderthal. I mean, why're you in my class?" He looked at Zoro's book bag that had fallen on the floor and took out the schedule tucked away in the pocket where the swordsman's water bottles usually would've went. He glanced down at the classes and corrected himself. "Classes."
Zoro's face had a calm dreamingly expression, like he was on the edge of the greatest dream ever if only, he scowled, someone would stop talking to him. He had had a stressful morning after coming to school.
"Franky."
The cook sat back in his seat, somewhat understanding. Ah, so that's what happened. Robin had helped him out, but it was Franky who betrayed him and brought this upon him! Then again he was probably just trying to be a good guy. Dammit Franky.
"He can do that?" Sanji found himself whispering.
Zoro shrugged. He wasn't sure if the guy was allowed or able to do that at all. All he knew was that he arrived at the school that morning to get his schedule. Before he could even open it though the blue haired gym teacher had snatched it from him to read. Then, exclaiming over dramatically that that just wasn't cool bro, he dragged Zoro to some place in the office he had never been.
That's when Zoro realized he had no idea what the hell Robin saw in a guy like Franky. The marimo had stood there in the door way and watched as his friend and teacher attempted to sweet talk some office lady into switching around schedules. It left a bad taste in Zoro's mouth from just watching it but it apparently was effective, somehow. Franky did end up with Robin and got his schedule fixed so he guessed sweet talking was the way to go with these things.
But the cook didn't really need to know that. Zoro was relieved that he'd be next to the blond at all times now, just in case. Things were only bound to get a lot more hectic and now he could be there for him and perhaps cheat off his homework now that they lived together and he always seemed to know a lot more about this stuff then he did. If only he knew Sanji cheated off Chopper.
Needless to say the first period was interesting. Although Chopper and Sanji were already partners, the option to be a three person group was available and Zoro fit right into that and that problem was solved. The second period might prove to be a little harder for Sanji to adjust to. It was a class he wasn't in the least bit excited for. Gym. And not just because of Franky being there either.
When they got up from their seats to move to the next class, Sanji had to flick the back of Zoro's head to get him awake, a pen stuck on his forehead before it fell off onto the table.
"Hm? What? Is it over?" He yawned, stretching. Sanji just sighed.
"Yeah it's over, you shitty Marimo. Now come on, we're going to the gym next."
Zoro got up from his seat and grabbed his bag. He was putting his crap away when it seemed to dawn on him what Sanji had just said and he narrowed his brows.
"Gym? Why are you taking gym?" He asked before looking at Chopper, waiting for some huge list of reasons why he shouldn't.
Chopper shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He didn't approve of it in the least bit but there really wasn't anything he could do about it. He could ask his parents to write a note for Sanji to be excused but then his whole secret would be exposed. No one knew exactly how that would fly over, so it wasn't really a good option. Hopefully since they knew Franky though they could get him to cut the slack on Sanji.
Still, although he didn't have any control over that situation, he watched as Sanji readjusted his grip on his bag.
"Zoro you should carry Sanji's bag. It could be dangerous weighing him down." He instructed, completely off subject.
Sanji and Zoro exchanged glances then the blond glanced at the doctor, a little confused. The hell was wrong with him holding his own bag again? He had just gotten Chopper to stop holding it for him for a while. He was still a man and he could do that properly on his own. It was his stuff after all! Shitty pregnancy restrictions - doubled with twins.
"Chopper what's wrong with me-"
"You aren't supposed to be picking up more than ten pounds or so..."
That was all Zoro needed to hear to slip Sanji's bag off his arm.
"Oi! The hell do you think you're doing!?" Sanji snapped, following Zoro as he carried it over his shoulder on his way out of the room. It made the blond slightly flush. Just what they needed, everyone seeing him carrying his bag! Sanji could hold his own bag dammit!
Chopper let out a sigh of relief. That was way easier to do when Zoro was there to enforce everything he said. Usually Sanji would have just taken it into consideration and if he didn't like it, tough luck. He smiled. Although it was hard, he was confident the last few months of the school year would work out.
Gym was definitely going to be less exciting for Sanji. He could already tell by the other people he spotted walking in as they arrived. They were all heading to the locker rooms to change of course, the same way they were going. That's when Sanji, standing in the locker room in front of his, he recalled something that might end up being a problem for him. Changing in front of the other guys.
It used to be something that wouldn't have bothered him before, he was pretty fit and not afraid to flaunt it, but now he had reason to want to hide beneath his school vest – though that wasn't doing a very good job anymore and would be out of commission soon. He swallowed thickly, having been staring at his gym clothes in his locker before glancing over at Zoro who was only a few lockers down.
Damn Marimo was just going ahead, taking off his shirt and flinging it into his locker, replacing it with the gym uniform, which was just a plain white shirt. At least he seemed somewhat excited, the brute was athletic after all. Having to quit the kendo team and work with no work out or play had probably put a damper on his mood. Sanji quickly turn his attention away when those dark eyes glanced over at him and Zoro paused with half his shirt on.
"What's wrong?" He asked, furrowing his brows and looking down at his shirt.
The Marimo finished putting on and checked himself out, as if Sanji had been staring at him because there was a stain or something. Then it dawned on him and the cook rolled his eyes at his sudden realization. Of course a gym class would be the problem! Well shit what were they supposed to do? Zoro just listened to the rest of the lockers closing around them and people leaving to start at class. They only got a few minutes to change after all.
He scratched at the back of his head. "I'm sure Franky..." He began, not sure what to say. Dammit Chopper, why had he already left so fast?
Sanji stopped him by shaking his head. The locker room was pretty empty now, so he didn't feel as awkward. He rolled off his top, openly aware of the Marimo's gaze at his frame. Still he changed into the white tee, which bunched up slightly around his abdomen, fantastic, and sweat pants. Then sighing he followed Zoro out into the gym, mentally cursing him for waiting. He didn't need to do that dammit.
The other students were already changed and standing on the line of the basketball court. Franky, wearing his super short shorts, was staring at his clipboard towards the front of the line. People turned and looked at the couple as they arrived, Sanji sheepishly used the bulk of the Marimo to hide while he walked, feeling a bit selfish conscious. Luckily no one was saying anything… Right? Or not.
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