anonymous asked: How about some fluff? Sanji, Zoro, and zoro's frown lines? :D
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It was the first time Sanji had ever really looked at Zoro. Of course he'd looked at the moss-headed swordsman before, but he'd never really looked at him, not like this. Not in a way so in depth that he'd taken special notice of the texture of Zoro's skin or the way his eyes shined when he was rising to meet some sort of challenge.
And never before had Sanji noticed those wrinkles on Zoro's brow and the corner of his lips.
They were obvious frown lines, and it was no wonder with the way the swordsman was constantly scowling. Still, Sanji hadn't noticed that they'd gotten so deep. Zoro was a young man, after all, and he looked much older when you took his appearance in the way Sanji currently was.
"What are you staring at, Shit-cook?" Zoro's frown deepened, and he peaked one eye open, fixing Sanji with a look that suggested he'd caught the cook doing something wrong.
Sanji didn't look flustered or get huffy the way Zoro had expected him to. Instead, he knelt down, setting the tray of prepared snacks aside momentarily. Zoro watched with wide, cautious eyes as Sanji came closer, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other supporting him between them.
Zoro knew what was happening a split second before Sanji's soft lips pressed against his. Zoro was powerless against his desire to return the kiss, meeting the cook's lips with a kiss of his own.
They pulled away, Sanji slightly out of breath and panting slightly as Zoro watched him with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and barely concealed want.
"Smile more, Marimo," Sanji said softly, tracing his fingers along one of those deepened lines before turning away, picking up the tray of snacks once again, and disappearing.
From now on, he would do whatever it took to make Zoro smile.