The days after that were still cruel. Students got a little braver, spreading more rumors but Sanji tried his best not to listen to any of them. Needless to say though, he began to refuse eating his lunch with the others in the lunchroom. Everyone would get quick glances at him while he ate and it would get increasingly uncomfortable. However, his friends being as wonderful about his situations as they were, found an easy solution for it.

Robin's students were gone during lunch as well, leaving her room wide open for visitors. Their lunch table shifted from the cafeteria to among her desks. Sanji was thankful, and Robin really enjoyed the company. Zoro just ate and slept at the same old desk as always like an overworked slob.

"My, you've really grown Sanji." Robin said randomly a few days after his return.

Sanji's face instantly flushed and he nearly choked on the food he was eating, that regrettably was the rest of Zoro's bento, though he just couldn't help himself. Dammit, as if everyone else wasn't already pointing it out, now beautiful Robin? The guys, already deciding they got easily bored talking about something like Sanji's weight gain, went back to nerding out. Nami, however just giggled at his reaction, a little more prep in the way she ate her lunch.

"R-Robin-chan..." He finally managed, after clearing his throat. "It's not… That big though yet..." He wasn't sure who he was trying to convince since it was basically useless, but still he refused to admit it.

"Oh stop it Sanji, we aren't blind." Nami began, looking over at him while she chewed softly. "I know you've already outgrown most of your clothes now, since I went over to your house. You're wearing Zoro's extra uniform shirt still, aren't you?"

Sanji frowned, still flustered as he looked over at the ginger. Not Nami too! His image of masculinity was slowly shattering inside him. It was true unfortunately, as his eyes lowered down to his chest, seeing the way the swordsman's shirt fit him, snug around the waist of course, more loose at the top. He guessed, to the trained female eyes of those who did value appearance, would notice something like him wearing it, among the other things.

"Well it's um… It is kind of the only thing I have left..." Sanji began, not sure really how to answer. Was he being backed into a corner here or...?

Robin chuckled lightly at her poor student's expense. She did not envy him in the slightest, having just gotten out of that situation as well. Though she wouldn't admit it out loud, she'd been about that size... But not until at least a good ways into her pregnancy. Poor Sanji and his curse of two.

"I think what we are getting at Sanji, is that soon we should find you some new things to wear." She explained.

Sanji stared down at the empty bentos in front of him, then giving in he rested his chin in his palm and sighed, looking at his two lovely ladies. So then they weren't just picking fun at them, they did have a reason. Ah, such nice beauties he had worrying about his sense of style! Well, that sounded a little shallow, no doubt worried about his comfort too.

"I doubt they make maternity uniforms Robin-chan..." He said bitterly, though it was the truth. Men's maternity wear wasn't particularly common either, if at all existent.

"No but I'm sure if we just found you some big clothes, maybe some plain shirts that would work too. I mean, what are they going to do? Kick you out for wearing the wrong clothes?" Nami protested, though easily she probably really just wanted an excuse to go shopping and try her best at talking down prices. It was a small thrill of hers, to say the least.

Robin nodded, sipping at her drink. She didn't really eat much when she hung out with the group, mostly just sipping at coffee while enjoying the company.

"She's right. We should take you out shopping soon Sanji. Perhaps, maybe, this weekend?"
Sanji swallowed nervously. On any other given day he would have loved to accompany his lovely ladies shopping, holding their bags and treating them to lunch but… The more he was coming to terms with his new condition, the more things like that terrified him, or more so embarrassed him. Shopping with the girls for maternity wear? He could only imagine the horrors of being dragged into some dressing room to be forced to wear giant graphic t-shirts with phrases like sperm dumpster over his chest. What other options for clothes did he have!?

"As much as I'd love to go, I don't think I can though. I don't exactly…" Sanji swallowed a little anxiously. "Have a lot of money to spend right now on stuff."

Which was true. Everything he was making was going away to their lives, just as much as Zoro's income. It went to the bills and the apartment and the food... Hell they hadn't even gotten started on the amount Zoro had written up on what they'd need to buy baby shit.

Nami and Robin exchanged glances, but their polite expressions didn't change. Nami lightly put a hand on Sanji's shoulder.

"Sanji, you think we'd let you buy it? We know you guys are... In a pinch." She spoke sincerely. "Besides, I'm pretty sure with me it'll be practically free anyway."

Sanji didn't know what to even say. They were offering to buy him new clothes? Didn't they know how much of a hassle that could be... It'd be pretty big clothes unfortunately.

"Ah, Nami-swan I couldn't…"
"Go cook."

Sanji's eye widened slightly and he glanced over at the smug Marimo sitting with his head resting on his backpack next to him at the table. He had thought he had been sleeping, but unknowing to him at some point his eyes had wandered open and had been watching the cook speak. It flustered him a bit, asshole what was he staring at?

What was he thinking though, telling him to go out shopping like that, he should know just as well as him, that they didn't have the money. He wasn't honestly suggesting to take the ladies money then? Sanji wasn't sure how he particularly felt about that. He didn't like relying on other people, it was bad enough getting to where he'd let Zoro pay for a lot of things, though they were kind of in a mutual engagement.

"Zoro...?" He said softly in his confusion, his brow furrowed as he tried to understand.

Zoro's eyes were melting him though. They were confident and understanding. He knew more than Sanji about their financial situation, he'd been easily holding out on a lot of the bigger picture. To see Zoro, who was very prideful about doing his own thing, suggest that he take the assistance spoke volumes to the blond. Sanji moved to stare back at his empty lunchboxes before finally sighing and giving in, shaking his head softly.

"Then... I guess it couldn't hurt. Thank you Nami-swan, Robin-chan." He spoke softly, a little embarrassed at the whole situation and the fact that it would be their treat, but none the less looking forward to spending time with his lovely ladies.

And with that the lunch bell rang and the group got up from their spots. Sanji gathered the utensils of the lunch he, regretfully had totally demolished. When he turned to get his bag though, Zoro was already standing, holding it open. His face was still calm and confident like it had been moments before. Sanji couldn't help but honestly wonder how he was able to keep such a composed outlook but something about a long explanation about meditation he was sure to get in reply kept his curiosity at bay.

"I'll see you later then?" Zoro mumbled, staring the blond down.

Sanji took the bag from him and lightly put it over his shoulder. It wasn't heavy, due to Chopper finally giving in and allowing him to carry it, so long as his heaviest books were with Zoro. Sanji gave him a half assed smile and nodded before playfully nudging at his shoulder to get going.

Since after all thanks to the lovely Robin, Sanji only attended classes in the morning. The rest of the day he was in her hands as a student teacher of sorts. Though, being close friends to her and in a situation she could relate to, she was nothing shy of an angel and allowed him the privilege of leaving to go to the library instead of having to sit around and be the object of interest to her later classes.

He walked the Marimo to the door, since he would have probably gotten a bit disoriented on the way without him, then waved him off while traveling the other way. He sighed, heading towards his locker to grab his overdue library book. His plans made for the weekend were already on his mind, keeping his face a little redder. Sanji put in his combination and opened his locker swiftly, promptly hiding behind its door like he'd done the last few days now while people were walking with observant eyes from lunch to their classes.

There was a tight fluttery feeling in his abdomen which he kept putting off as the twins again. They seemed to be making it a habit to act up just around this time after Zoro had left. Sanji couldn't help but wonder if his heartbeat quickened, setting them off. Otherwise he really didn't want to think or admit that they were picking favorites already.

Sanji finally put his bag inside his locker, since he didn't need it, not going to classes and his hand hovered over his book when a voice from behind him made him freeze.

"Excuse me." The feminine voice was awkwardly confusing. "Sanji?"
Sanji took a moment to blink in his confusion before opting to skip the library book for now and turn around to greet his female classmate.

"Yes?"

"I hate to bother you on your way to class, but can you help me get something off the shelf in here?"

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It was Perona, in all her creepily cute gothic glory. She was pouting a frown, her eyes nervously off to the side as she absentmindedly twirled a curl at the bottom of her pink hair with her finger. She was even slightly turning the edge of her shoe into the tile just to complete her innocent image. Sanji found it a little cute, but more odd than anything. But why was she asking him to help?
Was she not the girl that had wanted to go out with his lover only to get embarrassingly shot down? Hell Zoro had taken Sanji against his will and locked lips right in front of her. What on earth would make her want assistance from Sanji? She was supposed to be hating him about now, wasn't she? That just didn't make sense. It took Sanji a few moments of blank staring to realize she was expecting a reply, then nervously laughed.

He was Sanji after all, lover of the ladies. There was just something inside them that urged him to go forth and help them when asked for assistance. If he didn't, he'd probably just look like a lazy asshole and Sanji could already imagine the rumor's going around about how he'd rather go sneak off to the library to snack, than to help a lady in need! His chest clenched. It was who he was as a woman admirer to devote himself to making them happy, was it not?!

"Oh yeah, sure Perona-chan!" He replied happily, turning to close his locker.

"Eh? Really? You will?" Was her surprised response.

It was a chance to not just be some lazy fat pregnant guy who was helpless. It was reaching and getting something off the top shelf after all, he could do that in his sleep – pregnant or not. He turned to her, brushing his hand lightly on his pant leg and nodded.

"Of course! Lead the way."

Perona seemed more surprised than she should've, considering she was the one to ask for the favor but then grinned wickedly. She gestured her head and hand towards a nearby classroom.

"It's just in the broadcasting room, it should only take a second." She explained, followed by an awkward chime of 'horohorohoro'.

Sanji, though feeling it suspicious, followed her into the broadcasting room. It was odd, since no one really used it except for the Friday morning announcements. Sanji could honestly say that he'd never been in here before, but found it an interesting experience seeing nothing but the spotlights on the desk on. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting and glanced around at all the fancy equipment he couldn't help but be impressed with.

"So, where is this shelf you needed help with-?"

Sanji's eyes widen the moment everything went dark. He moved to turn around on his heel, but his attackers were too fast. He yelled out in his confusion but not moments later did he find moving in general, harder. His hands had been taken behind his back and tied, a bag over his face.

"Oi! The hell!?" He protested.

Perona just chuckled. "Bring him over here now~" Were her instructions.

A hard push on the back made Sanji go forward. The fuck was going on here? It was some kind of trap? Dammit, he knew Perona was acting way too kind to him, damn him for believing she was really a sweet maiden! He could see himself getting closer to the light through the cloth bag and suddenly he found himself backed into a chair.

"Alright take it off him."

She definitely had herself some minions. Sanji squinted his eyes when the cloth was removed, giving him a straight view of the spotlights. He could only tell the basic outline of three people standing in the shadows, one of which had twin tails that could only belong to the traitor.

"What's going on here?" He demanded to know. This wasn't some fucking game! He was tied to the chair now! Was he really getting bullied this way?

"Please direct your confusion toward the camera, if you would." A voice next to her, to the left instructed. It was a female as well, much to Sanji's horror, as he watched the outline of long hair be pulled out of where he guessed their face was.

There was an amused giggle to the other side of her. "Why should he do that when you forgot to even turn it on, Kalifa?"

Now that Sanji could see more, after further adjustment, he could tell the rod outline of the video camera. They were going to... Film him? Then there was that name. He looked at the first mysterious girl again. Kalifa, didn't he know that name? For some reason it rung bells, he could've sworn he heard of a sophomore who got a teacher fired for sexual harassment recently by that name. If that was her, what the hell did she need with him?

Perona let out an annoyed whine and glared at her accomplices. "I thought you guys said you have everything ready!" She cried like an immature kid, not cute, as Sanji would've liked, he might add.

Kalifa returned the dark look with her own huff of irritation. "I told you that I have everything ready for personal filming. I've just been waiting for you to draw him here to press the button."

"Then I don't understand what we are waiting for, I'm pressing it." The third person said calmly and then there was a click.

"Dammit Monet I wasn't-" Perona began but stopped the moment she saw the flashing red light.

Sanji's eyes widened at the spot. Now it was recording? Recording him here, strapped to a chair? The hell were they going to do to them? He couldn't see however, the way the atmosphere about Perona completely changed, her voice heightening a few pitches. She cleared her voice then jumped out into the camera's view, exposing the roll of duct tape she had in her hand as she smiled to the camera.

"Dear Roronoa Zoro~" She purred with her annoying laugh. "We have your ugly, totally un cute boyfriend here."

Sanji's eyes darted back and forth a moment as he put two and two together. What was this, some kind of hostage situation? Was this some kind of pro Zoro fan club he hadn't realized he'd angered, which was now planning to humiliate him? He moved to protest again when the duct tape met with his mouth, efficiently silencing him.

"Look how helpless he is, he looks like he's dying!" Perona continued, resting her arms around Sanji's shoulders. "Why do you waste your time on such a pathetic creature instead of someone like, me~?"

There was a snort behind the camera and a blonde girl, with shoulder length hair and narrow glasses strolled into view.

"As if he would want something so childish." She mused, bending down seductively next to Sanji and looking towards the camera. "You have a thing for blonds don't you? But why would you waste your precious time with someone so… Vile and… Worn out," She continued, gesturing to Sanji's midsection, which he didn't particularly like, as he started to shake his chair.

Both girls opted to hold it down though, before turning this into a cat fight.

"Like hell he would want someone like you, you'd just end up suing him for harassment!"

"At least I have a body worth harassing."

"Ladies, I do believe we've strayed from the subject at hand."

The last girl in the trio strolled out and over to Sanji, shooing them away, to crouch down beside him, showing off her cleavage. She brushed some of her lime green hair out of her face.

"We're really just saying look... Look at your precious Sanji now." She smirked, looking up at her captive and brushing her hand lightly against his cheek. "See how he is trembling in the light? Such weakness only seen in a coward. Look at how he treats himself, he's let himself go, he is nothing but baggage to your cause, dragging you down with... What's this?"

Monet had been trailing her arm down Sanji's shirt and over the bump of his stomach until she noticed something sticking out of his pocket. Sanji was a little too shocked to move, his eyes trailing over in her direction in his confusion. What had she found now, unless... Shit!

Panic was washing over Sanji. He didn't like this, no he had to get out of here. At first he had thought of this being some stupid girl's prank or something but this was absolute torture! His eyes, somewhat watery now in his growing anxiety, darted toward the location where the door would be. He never would have admitted to it before or wanted to think it, but he honestly wished someone would come to his rescue... Where was that fucking Marimo when he could've been useful!

He closed his eyes tightly. No, Sanji honestly didn't want Zoro to see him like this, helpless and strapped to the chair... Not after that fight they'd had weeks ago about not needing someone to stick up for him and him reluctantly letting Zoro have some say about it! But here they were making a shitty recording with that god awful red blinking light…

The green haired woman pulled out the picture, her eyes widening in surprise. "An ultrasound...?"

Perona and Kalifa's eyes widened in surprise too. The gothic princess reached over and snatched the picture clear across the blonde.

"Huh? An ultrasound? Why the hell does he have one of those? Look its twins!" She observed, pointing to something on it with her pinky.

Sanji's face turned white as he watched Kalifa snatch it next, looking it over front and back, her face turning mildly concerned.

"It's made under his name. An Ultrasound for Sanji Black but..." She absentmindedly crossed her arms, holding it out to the side for the camera to see.

Sanji's heart was beating fast. It didn't take a rocket scientist to put that much information together. The girls exchanged glances.

"You don't think that that means this..." Monet pondered out loud, moving her hand to cuff Sanji's stomach lightly. "Is actually..."

There was a moment of silence as the green haired bully's hand moved slightly and not on her own. It was the only time Sanji could really say he wished he could never feel, and anyone else for that matter these days, the babies move. They had seen as one of them kicked softly, hard enough in response to his rapid heart beating, enough so to move her hand and give her a feel.

The girls then proceeded to shriek.

"Oh my god, he's pregnant!" Perona screamed, stumbling back and falling into some cords and equipment.

Kalifa looked at Sanji, her eyes as wide as they would go and her mouth open. She then turned to the ultrasound in her hand in a panicked state before ripping it clear in two!
"This is impossible! What a freak!"

Monet was probably the most silent about it all, jumping straight up staring at her hand, slowly moving back away from him.

"Oh god I felt it, I felt it move inside him!" She cried, traumatized.

A loud bang against the door made all three of them scream again and Sanji closed his eyes tighter. Damn he was so fucking humiliated! He wanted to die right there and then, go hide away in his room and never come out. He knew high school girls were ruthless, but had always given any woman the benefit of the doubt but this... It was too much on his emotions! He tried tuning out what they were saying but it proved impossible when the metal door slammed open and his eyes did as well.

"Zoro!?" The girls chanted at once, instantly blushing and trying to fix their posture and appearance, standing straighter and patting down their uniforms.