Roroxp17 asked for sanzo and I generated a High School!AU. I also like to call this SanZo: The Shoujo.

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The new student was all long legs, blond hair, and bad attitude. He sat right next to Zoro from the very beginning and introduced himself by pointing out how stupid Zoro's hair looked. It wasn't the first time Zoro had heard those kinds of comments, his hair was really weird looking. He was prepared to brush off the comments like they were nothing until that idiot new student turned to Nami and began wriggling in his seat like a love struck idiot.

Whatever, the guy had stupid eyebrows anyway.

Zoro spat blood. His head hurt and that only served to piss him off more as he turned to face the crowd of cowards that had decided to take him on. He supposed they were underclassmen, or maybe they thought the wooden bats they had brought would keep them safe. Or maybe there were still students in this school that hadn't heard of Zoro's reputation yet. Either way, they were stupid.

"Roronoa Zoro," the boy in the middle of the crowd spoke up. "My girlfriend broke up with me recently because she says she has a crush on you."

"Mine too!" Intoned another of the boys from the crowd.

"I got rejected for the kendo team because of you!" Said a third.

They all pitched in their sob stories after that. Each on more pathetic than the last. They were blaming their own weaknesses on Zoro. Pathetic.

His head spun a little, and he was definitely unsteady on his feet. He supposed a baseball bat to the face would do that to you, but he needed to get with it here if he was going to stand a chance against this lot.

The crowd parted suddenly. Or rather, it seemed to collapse down the middle as bodies were knocked aside with ease. The new guy, Sanji, emerged from this mess, hands in his pockets and a cigarette hanging from his lips (did he even realize he was in school?) and looking as cool as ice. Or so he appeared, but Zoro could have sworn he saw fire in those blue eyes.

The crowd dispersed rather quickly after that. Maybe they thought they could take on Zoro alone, but Zoro and Sanji combined would have been too much for anyone. When they were gone, Sanji turned back to Zoro with a smirk.

"Having a hard time making friend, Marimo?"

"Shut up," Zoro spat. "I didn't ask for your help."

"I didn't help you," Sanji shrugged. "I just wanted a quiet place to smoke."

Zoro gave him a disbelieving look, but didn't argue. He also didn't argue when Sanji led him to the nurse's office, and accepted the help bandaging his face.

Maybe the eyebrow guy wasn't so bad.

"You're failing math," Sanji commented, peaking over at Zoro's test.

Zoro quickly hid his score, too late, and set his face in angry scowl. "That's why I'm here. You're supposed to be helping me."

Zoro only accepted Sanji's offer to tutor him because if he didn't raise his scores on the next test he would lose his spot on the kendo team. That, and Sanji seemed to have a fairly good head on his shoulders. He couldn't have asked Luffy for help on this because Luffy was worse off and could care less, and Nami would have charged him an arm and a leg. Sanji was the only other candidate, really, and since he was a willing tutor Zoro had to take him up on the offer.

"You just have to memorize these formulas," Sanji told him. "Once you have them down, everything else falls into place."

Which is exactly what their teacher had said, but that didn't really help Zoro much in the first place. Still, he didn't say anything, and copied down the formulas in question.

"Let's try some of the practice questions," Sanji turned the page when Zoro was through. "Try number five."

Zoro copied the problem down onto a fresh sheet of paper and then stared at it cluelessly.

"Really, Marimo?" Sanji said, sounding exasperated.

He then launched into a detailed and informative explanation of the process, from how to choose the right formula to how to solve it and the way to interpret the answers. It was easy, when Sanji explained it, and Zoro wondered if his previous methods had simply been to gauge how stupid Zoro was. He wouldn't put it past the blond, the guy really liked to rile him up.

"There," Sanji smiled. "Now try number twelve on your own."

Zoro did, and found the whole process to be much easier when he knew what he was doing. Sanji sat next to him and watched, occasionally taking drags of his cigarette.

When Zoro was finished, he slid the notebook to Sanji. "How did I do?" He asked.

Sanji looked over the answer for only the briefest moment before reaching out and tangling his fingers in Zoro's green hair. The tug against his scalp hurt for only a moment before warm lips pressed against his and everything else was banished from Zoro's mind.

He knew what this was instantly, because his body was traitorous and even though he and Sanji only barely got along at the best of times, the blond was undeniably attractive. If Sanji ended up in his daydreams more than a couple of times, it wasn't surprising. Still, although Zoro's mind instantly recognized the motion, his body was slow to catch up.

Thankfully, Sanji was patient, and waited until Zoro could reciprocate. After a few moments, he broke away again, watching Zoro with deep blue eyes. Zoro wanted more, of course, but was stopped by a hand to his chest.

"No, no, Marimo," Sanji chuckled. "You only get your reward if you earn it," he tapped lightly on the notebook, indicating what he meant. "Maybe if you answer another one right, I'll let you have a little more."

Those eyes sparkled with amusement, but also shined with excitement and promise, and Zoro doesn't waste a moment in picking up his pencil and getting to work.

Maybe, just maybe, he liked his guy a lot.