Sanji's suspension week, which he spent mostly working at the Baratie, went by quick. Though it wasn't the only thing that was going by pretty quick. It had only been a week but already Sanji felt a month full of changes. His defined curve off his frame changed drastically, a small round belly resting out from his front. He'd been feeling it happen over the days and was already dreading it. Now it was at its obvious worse.

Simply put, it was bad enough, changing fast enough for the cook that he flat out refused to get out of the bed. Zoro scowled at the door shut in front of his face. He had just left the room for a moment to brush his teeth after getting dressed, only to find he'd been locked out. He banged on the door. Dammit this was the day they were finally both going back to school together.

"Oi!" He yelled, banging on it again, only harder. "Open the door cook!"

Sanji rolled deeper into his blanket cocoon. Like hell if he was going to school like this! It was embarrassing as hell! He didn't even want to stand up and let the Marimo see. Even if he got glances of him when he had gotten home after a late shift, there was no doubt he'd be just as shocked. It was totally unfair the rate his body was progressing. Fuck Chopper and his being right about things moving quickly.

"Just go Marimo." He growled into his pillow.

Zoro wasn't going to just take that though. He'd had the same priorities talk with the cook where they decided neither of them would drop out. But after trying unsuccessfully several times on the door's lock, the swordsman couldn't help but hiss, the time on his phone doing them no favors. They were losing time before classes would start and Zoro was running out of options.

"Open the door or I'm calling the witch, dart brow!" He threatened.

It was only followed by a low, "Like hell you would."

Zoro wouldn't call Nami for anything, or so Sanji thought. He had easily fallen back to sleep with his eye's closed, so he didn't hear the way Zoro took a step back from the door and began calling up a certain someone.

"Nami." Zoro said a little more than annoyed. He didn't really care for calling her, due to some debts Sanji didn't need to know about, but he needed the cook up and out of the bed. It didn't look good if he didn't show up after a long suspension.

"Eh? Zoro? What do you want?" Came the feminine voice on the other line. There was some background noise that sounded like a hair dryer being turned off. "What do you need? I'm almost about to leave for school, can it wait?"

Zoro massaged his temple. Man he hated this. "Actually no it can't..." His voice lowered. He hated to admit that he couldn't do this, but he'd rather try this then going straight to knocking the door off its hinges.

"Eh? Then what is it?"

"Can you..." He stopped, making a noise of irritation in his throat. Asking her of all people for help! But he knew she'd be the most effective. "Can you come and get Sanji out of the bedroom...?"

There was an awkward pause on the other line. "Out of the bedroom?" Nami parroted, just to make sure she'd understood.

"Yeah, he refuses to come out. Think maybe you could… You know, since he listens to you…"

"I'll be over shortly."

The line ended with that. Zoro sighed, glaring once more at the bedroom door. He only hoped this would work.

Nami was the best person for the job for more than one reason though. The beautiful ginger came over just a few minutes after, having lived in the same neighborhood as Zoro for quite some time with her family. She came prepared, smirking as she already figured the bedroom door had been locked. Otherwise, she was sure, Zoro would've just taken Sanji out by force - or how she liked to imagine, bridal style.

Stopping Zoro from even trying to do any explanations, Nami slid a bobby pin out of her hair and got to work. Something only the closest of them knew was the small talent of lock picking she possessed. Easily before any of them had gotten into middle school she could break into any industrial lock she could find.

So it was nothing but expected that in under a minute the lock to the bedroom door clicked. It woke the blond from his slumber, his ears seeming to perk up. He lifted his head slightly from its place under the covers. Had he heard the door unlock? There was no way in hell that Zoro had undone that lock, Zoro could barely handle locking it in the first place. He nearly jumped when the door swung open, banging into the wall. Zoro had gotten in!?

"Sanji-kun~" Rang his beloved Nami's voice.

Sanji's eye's widened and he tightened his grip on the blankets around him. That shitty swordsman! He'd actually called Nami?! He didn't want her to see him like this! Pregnant or down in his boxers!

"N-Nami-swan?" He squeaked.

He could only brace himself as he heard heels on the floor then suddenly a hard yank to some of the blankets on top of him. Sanji moved faster than he probably had that whole entire week, diving under the covers again and holding them up once his cocoon had been broken, revealing his messy bed head appearance to Nami.

The ginger still had her hands on the end of the blanket, scowling annoyingly at him and tugging on the end. Sanji would have never expected to be in a tug a war with his comforter and Nami. He wasn't sure if he should blush, panic or swoon.

"Sanji! Come on! Get out of bed! We have school!" She demanded, giving a hard tug.

Sanji cursed as the fabric left his grip and instantly his knees were up, his arms resting on them to hide himself. His face was burning hot at Nami seeing him in nothing but his boxers, with colorful swirls no less! Though he couldn't do much to hide it.

Nami stared at Sanji a long moment, trying to think of what to even say. She knew it'd been a little over a week since she saw the cook, but there was a definite difference in appearance regarding a certain region of his body. It wasn't necessarily bigger or huge yet as much as more pronounced. Like, she thought he was only five months or something but... Twins she supposed made it a lot harder. She swallowed quickly and planted a sweet smile back on her face. Sanji was already self-conscious without her expressions bothering him more.

"There we go. Morning Sanji~ it's time for school. Let's get dressed now, ne?" She laughed slightly, turning away from her exposed classmate and strolling over to the closet.

She glanced through it, already making an educated guess on which side belonged to the cook. After all it was the side that was actually organized. She pulled out one of the uniform shirts and tossed it onto the bed, gesturing to it with her finger and then at Sanji, signaling him to get started.

Knowing he wasn't getting out of this, now that the lock seemed to be picked and the door was wide open, Sanji slowly relaxed his limbs and sighed. God dammit. At least the Marimo didn't seem to be lingering around in the doorway or anything to watch and gloat about getting the door open. He looked at the uniform top Nami had laid out for him and hesitated. He'd always fantasized living with Nami-swan and her picking out his clothes, but never like this. He couldn't even enjoy it because ultimately Sanji already knew what this outcome would be. That top wasn't going to fit him.

But Nami seemed pretty determined about it, already pulling out his uniform pants as well like it was nothing out of the ordinary. It made him flush and finally, in the moment of truth he grabbed the shirt and put his arms through the sleeves. He didn't even have to try and start buttoning it for a shadow to fall across his scowled expression as he glared down at his belly.

Nami was setting down his pants when she glanced up, noticing the problem here. No wonder Sanji didn't feel like going to school. She wouldn't want to either if suddenly she woke up with something like that attached to her body and out of her control. Not to mention, poor Sanji's clothes couldn't even fit him anymore. She frowned.

"It… Won't fit?"

Sanji averted his eyes. He knew it wouldn't damn it. His last fitting shirt was already giving out last night on his work shift and now he doubted it'd fit this morning either. He ripped the shirt off him and chucked it off to the side.

"Don't worry about it. I'm dropping out of school."

Nami narrowed her eyes. "Oh, don't be ridiculous." She snapped, turning back to the closet.

Leave it to diva Sanji to forget that he's living with one of the biggest brutes of the school. If Sanji's clothes, or at least his uniform, weren't going to fit anymore there was a reasonable solution. She pulled something else off the rack and threw it at the blond and watched as he caught it.

"Wear some of Zoro's."

Now, Sanji loved his ladies and would do anything for them, but those words from his sweet Nami's lips just seemed to insult and hurt the blond. Like he'd been kicked while already being down. Wear the Marimo's clothes?! How could he ever even think about that?! He lifted it out in front of him, clicking his tongue at the size. It was definitely bigger than his shirts, because the guy was nothing but brawn, but... Unfortunately looked like just what he'd need. It would fit and probably have room to grow in.

"Chop chop Sanji-kun! We're going to be late."

Sanji tried to offer her a smile, but regretfully began to comply. He slid his arms through on this one too and pulled it around to the front. Well, wasn't fate working against him this morning? He started buttoning from the bottom. Of course it would fit perfectly. He hissed at the way the fabric shifted around his tummy. If it hadn't ever been obvious his stomach was pouting out before, there would be no one, absolutely no one who wouldn't notice it now.

Nami seemed to tighten her jaw at that as well. It wasn't exactly easy to hide, though pregnancy in general seemed like something impossible to hide anyway, with twins it was definitely more difficult. People were going to see this and suspicions would be made. Hell suspicions had already started since Sanji had punched Fullbody in Franky's class. News spread super-fast and rumors started. It wasn't pretty and she didn't blame Sanji for wanting to avoid the shit storm he was probably going to walk into, however the only thing she could do as a supportive friend, thinking of his future, is help push him out of the bed in the morning, though not literally.

Sanji was still trying to pull the fabric in a way he hoped would hide it to no avail. Then sadly he glanced up at Nami, as if expecting her to say some sort of remark. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or not, that someone understood what was worrying him about all this.

"Just say it's some tumor." Finally the ginger said bluntly. "They never say anything to the tumor kids."

Sanji couldn't help but snort at that. Ah, Nami-swan trying to cheer him up even though ultimately he was a freak show these days. The cook pulled himself out of the bed finally, thanking Nami before she left so he could change his boxers and put on his pants.

His moment of depressing silence ended when Sanji finally rushed out of the bedroom. If he was going to be forced into going to school by those two, he wasn't going to be late. He rushed into his kitchen but already the damage had been done. Zoro, sitting on the couch lazily had gotten a good look at him on his journey. He whistled like an asshole.

"Morning beautiful." He teased.

Nami elbowed him. Had he not listened to a word she had just said? She didn't spend the last few minutes scolding him to be more sensitive to Sanji's situation for him to tease him like a douche. Then again she was preaching to the totally wrong choir, considering this is how they usually communicated, through insults.

Sanji opted to ignore the smug bastard, going straight to the bento making. Luckily in his drowsy state the night before he had prepared most of what they'd need. Just because he'd been suspended didn't mean he had given up any of his cooking duties. He had made Zoro's all week after all.

Nami got up from beside Zoro on the couch and strode over, watching as Sanji worked, no doubt trying to beat the clock. She couldn't help but smile.

"Ha. I knew it. You've been making Zoro those bentos haven't you?" She grinned.

Sanji felt a little flattered. Nami had noticed the oaf's change in eating habits for the better? Of course it was he who made the extravagant bento lunches. The guy was living with a cooking genius, how could you expect any less? He smiled at her, his mood lifted.

"I'm sorry Nami-swan, would you like one too?"

Nami shook her head, resting her arms on the counter. "No, I've already fixed mine. I just can't help it... You two are just so domestic! It's adorable."

There was a loud snort from the couch and they were reminded of the other person in the room they'd willingly forgotten.

"It's just food." Zoro pointed out. No need to get all technical about it.

Sanji sent him a glare across the room. "Just shut up and take the compliment you shitty Marimo!"

The blond went back to bento making, ignoring that the swordsman was getting up from his seat and strolling on over. He paused though when he noticed him at the opening of the kitchen. Sanji waited, expecting some sort of insult. The weekend had been more busy than usual and Zoro didn't really get to see him unless he had of course taken a peek or feel during sleep, which was possible but still a tad unlikely.

It never came though, instead Sanji had the horror of glancing over and seeing a smug grin on his face. That asshole! Why was it, he got to enjoy the fact Sanji was carrying his kids, suffering for it, yet it was nothing but a walk in the park for him? He forcefully pushed one of the tied bentos in the swordsman's direction, glowering at him with the most deviant glare he could muster.

Zoro, however, gladly took the bento, still grinning. His little house wife Sanji, making him food and then of course that bump there couldn't go unnoticed. The curse of twins that Zoro couldn't help but still be excited about. Until he recalled that there were other people living on planet earth as well, and they were about to go to one of places that some of the most shittest of people gathered, high school.

No matter, the swordsman had already decided on his own that he would continue to watch over the cook's back for him and if anyone said any kind of shit about Sanji, they'd have hell to pay. Fullbody could attest to that after all.

Nami couldn't help but keep smiling warmly, watching as they argued about something stupid already as they started on their way out. It seemed Sanji was still overly reluctant about letting Zoro hold his bags. Something about being fat and pregnant was bad enough that he didn't need to look weak and uppity with someone else carrying his shit.

That argument ended fast though, when Zoro had pulled out his phone, the newest weapon he'd found effective against the cook, and threatened to call Chopper. Nami rolled her eyes at them, holding the door open as they bickered and left the apartment.

Nami waved them goodbye as she got into her car, watching as the boys went into theirs. She'd see them again at lunch and just knew it would prove to be interesting... She hated thinking this way but knew that Sanji's rapid change in body shape, combined with the rumors after the fight in Franky's gym class were probably going to be hectic. She could only hope that maybe Sanji could finally catch a break.

Unfortunately, it was wishful thinking. Sanji kept his head down and wished, really wished that for a day he could've just looked like someone else, that he could be someone else. He could feel all the judgmental pairs of eyes on him the moment he walked in. Sure, gaining and losing weight was just part of life, everyone went through bodily transformations over time, but this was something completely different.

Sanji's face was blood red and his shoulder brushed with Zoro's as he walked. The Marimo kept silent as well, scowling to himself because he wasn't dumb. He could feel the gazes as well. Fucking assholes, why couldn't they just mind their own business? No one was brave enough to approach them and say anything though.

The rumors from the fight in the gym were already well known, about the duo who you never wanted to get caught in the same room as, who had recently, and surprisingly came out as a couple, had teamed up and taken one of the other big shots, though he wasn't really one muscle wise as much as having a big mouth, Fullbody.

When Sanji walked into their first class he thought he might honestly be sick. Even the teacher had no excuse to their gaze on him. Needless to say, they were pretty baffled and unsure what to think. Sanji glared down at his table and though he was irritated, he was thankful it wasn't a single person's desk... He didn't even want to face that nightmare contraption right now.

He sat down in his seat and hid his face in his arms.

"This was a bad idea." He groaned, although it was muffled.

Zoro dropped both their bags, oh and you can bet that didn't go unnoticed by the general public either that he had both, onto the floor and slid into his seat, glaring at some of the people who were still staring. Damn, shouldn't they be studying or some shit? Was it really that much of a change? It was like when someone walked in with a new haircut, shit why were they flipping out so much? Last Zoro checked his lover's condition wasn't on the criteria of any of the school's classes!

He scratched at his head, glancing back at the pouting blond. He frowned slightly before elbowing him.

"Oi. Come on. Too late to whine about it now."

Sanji peeked his head up and glared at him. "This… Is your fault." He gritted through his teeth.

Zoro met his glare though, always willing to step up to the challenge. "I can recall a certain blond telling me to move faster..."

"Oi! The fuck are you talking about shit face-"

"Morning Sanji! Morning Zoro!" The chipper voice of their classmate and doctor, Chopper, took them away from their fight a moment.

The young lad placed his bag on the table, a smile on his face as he took his books from his bag to get ready for his beloved science class. Then he seemed to realize what all the fuss was about. After all he hadn't seen his patient in a week and there were obvious pouting changes. It made him grin, beaming over at Sanji.

"Sanji! Look how much you've progressed-" His voice slowly began to dwindle though at the combined glares of the couple.

He sunk into his seat. So much for being really happy for them, though he guessed he could understand when he finally glanced around and felt the gazes in their direction.

"Just ignore them Chopper." Zoro found himself saying lowly, getting his own notebook out finally.

Since the blond wasn't moving due to his current emotional state, he opened his bag and got his out too, setting it in front of him. He ignored the curses that he received by doing so. Sanji finally lifted his head, still resting his chin in his palm as he opened his notebook. His eyebrow slowly rose when he noticed something different on the pages that should be blank. Someone, or rather two people according to the different styles of writing, had been filling his notebook up from him with notes.

One was written in nice script with lots of cute notes and extra information. Sanji scanned over the words, only thinking of one thing. Chopper. He was taking his notes for him? But how did he even have his notebook unless... He checked the other side of the page to the badly written notes with lots of miscalculations and spellings. Zoro. He'd taken his notebook along as well and done this so that he wouldn't be behind? He slightly flushed. What a sap!

It made him feel a little better though, and he sat up in his seat, glancing over at Chopper and his things, seeing the handwriting and confirming it finally that it was him again.

"Chopper you took my notes?"

Chopper blushed and scratched at the back of his head, awkwardly laughing. "Well I didn't want you to get behind... Thought you might like it... Not that I wanted to or anything bastard! I was just doing what friends do!"

Sanji smiled at him and reached over to ruffle his hair affectionately. Okay, so school wasn't that bad when at least he had friends like Chopper there for him, supporting him regardless what shit was going down. And a lot of shit would go down.