Principal Iceberg stared at the older woman from his place at his desk, his fingertips resting against each other as he contemplated the situation.

"So, you're saying that this is a perfectly fine medical condition...?" Asked Iceberg, his reluctance obvious in his tone.

Kureha just nodded. "What the hell do you think I've been trying to tell you? I showed you the damn facts now leave the kid alone."

Iceberg furrowed his brows, looking back to the stack of papers on the desk. They did prove some things, including the odd fact that one of his male students was indeed expecting, as weird as it was. However it didn't solve the problem entirely. Girls got pregnant all the time in high school, so it wasn't like Sanji was actually in trouble for that, he would just earn certain extra bathroom pass privileges.

"All I'm suggesting is, wouldn't Sanji be more comfortable maybe, seeking alternative education? Or dropping out all together? I'm not going to sugarcoat it Dr. Kureha, high school isn't a very accepting place."

To the side of the office there were two chairs where the blond in question sat next to his lover. Both were staring uncomfortably down at the carpeted floor. It was so odd to hear adults argue about Sanji, it wasn't a usual occurrence after all, especially the way they acted like he was not even there.

Zoro had been watching, his stone expression in the corner of his eye, listening to the way his breathing shifted and changed along with the discussion. He pressed his lips together, his hand finding its way over to rest on his knee, open.

Sanji had been in a world of his own. He'd been pretty numb since the recording, humiliated to the core. So the open hand of the Marimo was more than a little accepted. He really needed the closure, so much he wasn't sure how much he could take before he just broke into pieces. So he willingly took the Marimo's hand, pulling it with his in between the seats, so that it wasn't too obvious, but still so that they were close together.

It wasn't until the conversation had moved on toward his studies, off the weird medical shit, that he really did listen, his head perking up at the mention of alternative learning. He was a senior in high school for Christ sakes, they only had a few more months until graduation. What was he even supposed to do? Drop out? Go to a TAPS school? How could that even be an option?

"But Sir-"
Before he could even manage to get something out, Kureha had snapped her arm out in his direction, silencing him. She retrieved it, moving and jabbing her finger on the end of Iceberg's desk, causing him to hold his breath slightly. She was a very intimidating woman.

"Now you listen to me. This boy is only a few months shy of graduation, alternate education is not the answer here. Are you trying to stress my patient out? Now here's what you're going to do. You're going to keep treating him like he's a regular student or how you would treat any female in this situation. How hard is that to understand?"

Iceberg's chair squeaked as he leaned in more to his desk, his eyes staring down at the piece of furniture. He could burn a hole in its surface with the intensity of his gaze, but he forced himself to bring it back a notch and look back to the old woman who was really freaking him out and being stubborn at the same time.

"I understand what we would like to happen, Dr. Kureha, but I'm not sure it's you who fully understands what I'm getting at here. I can keep treating him that way, but I have to say… This isn't a normal occurrence. This boy is pregnant. What am I supposed to tell my students, or their parents? Surely you understand, to someone not in the medical field this sounds nothing more than science fiction. Will the media be knocking on our doors soon too? Will we need to be protecting him from that?"

Sanji's throat ran dry. He really never thought about that, had he? Obviously it was a very weird ability, even if Kureha had been so adamant that it wasn't unheard of. He'd been exposed to a school of hundreds of students. Of course they would tell their parents who would only be baffled and want answers. What was next after that? Was he going to get dissected or some shit?

Zoro held his hand tighter in encouragement, glancing over at him with a blank but understanding face. He was choosing not to say anything and for once Sanji was thankful for it. Chances were, he was holding Zoro back from going ape shit on everyone by holding his hand.
The question seemed to stun the doctor too, who took a step back, pursing her lips. Had she prepared for that? She looked at Sanji with a blank stare before the floor, then back up at Iceberg.

"Tell them... Sanji was born a hermaphrodite. It explains everything."

"Oi!" Zoro snapped, releasing Sanji's hand and jumping to his feet.

That word he understood and he wasn't comfortable with it, glaring at the doctor he'd only sparsely met.

"That isn't true and you know it."
Iceberg's eyes widened slightly, but still watched the intriguing conversation as it grew.

"You cabbage brain! It doesn't matter if it isn't true or not. But it's the only explanation that would make sense to a general public, that Sanji is male and having a baby, that if he had both parts. Unless you want some pesky assholes knocking on your door and taking him away for science. The world barely accepts your relationship, let alone you breeding."

The veins on Zoro's neck began to pulsate. "So you're taking one thing for him to be harassed for and giving him another? What kind of bullshit is that-?"

"Zoro."

"It's bad enough that he gets publicly humiliated by a bunch of fucking psycho girls or you telling him to quit school, but now you want to take away his manhood too?"

"Zoro!"

Sanji's hand reached out, snatching Zoro's arm and pulling himself up. He looked angry, considering his calls of his boyfriend's name had been ignored, but even so his expression and tone were serious and he dug his nails lightly into Zoro's skin. "Shut up and listen to them, will you?"
Iceberg rubbed at his temple. As much as he loved lover quarrels and science fiction this was not what he signed up to be a principal for.

"Considering the situation, it is a genius plan. It's something that can easily be explained medically and easily to concerned parents to get them off the schools back in case we get another epidemic of 'is it contagious' and we have to wipe the boys locker room clean again. With the right fabrication of paper work it can be official."
"However, from a school stand point, I can't exactly guarantee the reaction of the student body. I and my staff are more than happy to help out Sanji in his... Interesting predicament. But kids are kids. And of course this is, after all, after we would have Sanji's full permission for it."

Zoro furrowed his eyebrows, staring into Sanji's eyes, trying to study his expression and find any openings to read his thoughts. He was so confused and just angry at this situation, he didn't know what Sanji must have been going through in that moment, hearing such nonsense. A man had his pride after all! High school was brutal enough not pregnant, let alone pregnant and allegedly a hermaphrodite.

"Cook, you don't have to do this."

Sanji quietly shook his head. It was becoming clear, the way his face paled, he was struggling to keep such a neutral reaction to it all, but the cook was strong.

"It makes sense though Zoro... Besides... There's only a few more months left of school." He choked out.

"You can't be serious! You can't know that something like that can only last for a little while. You want people to always believe a lie?"

Sanji, in the middle of his deep thought, rested a hand on his abdomen. The boys hadn't been calm about this, no doubt due to how much their mother's heart had been beating crazily.

"So what if they believe it for now, Marimo? Or even after graduation?" He asked, glaring back at him irritably. Hadn't he heard the part where it was ultimately his decision? "It's a smart move. As long as the twins are alright, I don't care what people think about me. Will you?"

Zoro clenched his teeth. It was pretty obvious how he felt and how very protective he was of the cook, so it wasn't easy for him to even imagine letting him do something like this and open himself up for ridicule. But then again, he was touched to a point of silence.

Sanji was doing all of this for the twins, sacrificing everything – his life, reputation, image, body – for those babies and what was Zoro doing? Sure, he gave him a key to his apartment, decided to make him his fiancé on his own and providing for them but his sacrifice and determination could never match up to Sanji's.

The Marimo lowered his face and took a step back, crossing his arms and giving in. It wasn't up to him, he couldn't make so many decisions for Sanji, and he was losing enough control as it already was.

"If that's what you want to do, I'll stand by it. But I swear to god, I'm not confirming to anyone if I put my dick in a vagina or not."

It was crude humor, but it made Sanji smile. Idiot, always bad with words, but knew how to get through to him and cheer him up.

"The hell? Like anyone would ask you to." He snapped back, before turning to look back at his elders. "I'll do it. You can tell them that. Whatever you need to, you have my approval."

Iceberg clearly hated his job, this wasn't something he signed up for frequently – lover's spats and drama's going down in his office, but he seemed pleased with Sanji's ability to make a sacrifice and decision such as this and knew it would probably help him for the better, at least from the public eye.

Kureha had her same old never amused expression, only giving a huff and turning back to the school official. She jabbed her finger into his desk once more, which made the man tense, he'd actually crafted this desk once upon the time, and it was a very delicate piece.

"The minute someone comes up here asking for it, make the statement. I'll forge his birth documents. Think your little assistant out there can handle the other documents, Popsicle?"

"Iceberg." The principle corrected politely, "and I'll handle them myself to insure that everything runs smoothly."

Kureha gave a solid nod, seemingly satisfied before turning back to Sanji. "Alright Blondie, I'll take you home. We've got an old man to convince."

Sanji's stomach sank. Oh shit, he hadn't thought about that really. He didn't want Zeff to know what happened to him, sure, but that for a while he was secretly going to be a hermaphrodite on documents from now on. All he could imagine was his face and its disappointment.

It must've been obvious on his face what he'd been thinking, as Zoro sighed and put his hand on his shoulder again, squeezing it a bit, silently reminding him he'd already made up his mind. He looked up at Kureha though, regardless.
"He doesn't live with his old man anymore, he's with me. I can take him."

The old doctor seemed a little taken aback at first, then almost pleased to hear this. Like finally for once the blond was doing something good and moving on with his life and not letting this hold him back. Still she clicked her tongue irritably.

"Fine then, I'll handle Zeff. You take him home and make sure those damn babies are fed." She demanded, glaring up at Zoro's face, as if feeding the cook was actually something he had a say in.

Sanji's chest fluttered slightly, more than he'd like, at the way the Marimo stood up for him yet again. He was really not having a good year as it was now. But still, calling him his and proudly explaining how they were living together now, it was nice to hear.

Iceberg rose from his seat, straightening the cuffs to his sleeves. "Also, Sanji, enjoy your weekend and take any time next week you feel you might need."

Sanji nodded in understanding and finally, he and Zoro could leave that office. He was beginning to feel claustrophobic inside. Like they expected though, on the other side of the door stood the overly concerned Chopper.

"How did it go? You don't have to leave school, do you Sanji?"

Sanji smiled at him, ruffling his hair. "Not this time Chopper, can't get rid of me yet."

The blond sighed. Though as time progressed with these new decisions, he might wish they had gotten rid of him. Before Chopper could express his relief, his mother exited the office after them and lightly cuffed his arm, pulling him along with her.

"Come on Chopper, we've got some work to do."

Author's Note: Yup XD and that's what there is so far. After this chapter unfortunately its gonna be occasional updates whenever I can make them. Hope you enjoyed reading it though ./o/ things are getting started woo