Anon asked for zosan and I generated a Camp Counselor!AU
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The self-defense training camp was a two week event where kids from various gyms and dojos came to learn about and practice in a variety of martial arts.
Sanji was responsible for teaching the kids about savate, his specialty, and the kind of martial art that wasn't usually practiced very commonly around these parts. He liked his job, he enjoyed teaching the kids about the form of fighting he was so passionate about. His father had taught him when he was a child, and now he could share that skill with these kids.
"Now see, kids? If you're not willing to throw your weight into your movements, an opponent like that actually might pose a threat," a voice called out from the back.
Sanji looked up from the young lady he was helping and shot a glare at the man in the back. Zoro, the judo and kendo instructor in the camp, was giving him the cockiest grin imaginable from the back where his class had gathered.
"If you throw your weight into it though," Zoro continued, his eyes never leaving Sanji's. "He's easy to take down."
This guy had been terrorizing Sanji from the moment the camp started, talking down savate even in front of Sanji's students and claiming his fighting styles were better. Now he had the balls to assume he could take down Sanji in a one-on-one fight? Sanji would see about that.
"Kids, I want you to line up against the back wall," he announced to his current class of students. "I'm going to give you a live demonstration of savate in action," he said, loosening his tie and looking at Zoro pointedly.
"Oh?" Zoro asked, the devilish, over-confident, shit-eating smirk still on his face. "We'll see about that, curly-brow."
Sanji didn't wait for Zoro to ready himself before he attacked.