Zoro

Another quiet, boring, night at work. But it's easy money I guess. When I get to the flat, I hear laughter behind the door. Luffy's up already? It's only eight in the morning. The smell of a cooked breakfast meets my nose, and I remember who else is in the flat.

I open the door, and there he is. Blonde haired bastard. He's stood behind Luffy, placing a cardboard box with holes cut out of it on Luffy's head. Luffy's body is covered in cardboard, making him look like a robot. The cook's smile fades when I walk in the door, and I feel like I've ruined their little game by just being here.

"Zoro!" Luffy's the only one grinning. "Look, look, I'm boxman!"

"Yes, I can see that." I slip off my jacket and shoes. No need to act tired, I already am. It's like my energy suddenly drains as soon as I get home. Luffy proceeds to move around the room like a robot, making robotic noises. I try to walk past them, but before I can get to my room, shitty cook stops me.

"Oi, marimo. Think maybe you could help us a little here?"

"I'm tired," I tell them. "I'm going to bed."

"Zoro," Luffy groans. I turn and see his pouting face. Maybe I shouldn't have. It's never fair when he uses that face.

I take a deep sigh. "Fine. But I've got kendo class later, so don't hold me up."

Sanji

It's remarkable. One look from Luffy and he bends like tree in the wind. I watch as he moves boxes from the living room to my room, opening them when I tell him to, or moving things out of the way. He has a habit for showing off his strength. Balancing two heavy boxes in each arm, when me and Luffy could barely cope with one. I can't work out whether or not he's doing this intentionally.

I couldn't even get him to eat yesterday. And yet here he is, packing boxes and moving my things, just like Luffy said he would. I study him as he chases Luffy around the living room, trying to get him to take off the boxes and work properly.

I feel like I'm intruding in their private space. It was all over marimo's face when he walked in and caught me playing with Luffy. It's like I've been caught cheating with someone's wife. I roll the thought over in my mind, watching Marimo wrestle a box from Luffy's arm. Could that be it? Marimo, with Luffy? Is that why he can't bare to have me around?

"Oi, twisty-brows," His growl of a voice breaks my thoughts. "Stop spacing out and sort your own stuff out."

"The fuck?" I blurt out. "Shut up about my eye-brows already, mossy."

"Make me, curly."

"I'll fucking mow that shitty lawn off your head with a rusty mower."

"You probably can't even lift a pair of hedge clippers with those skinny arms!"

"I'll fucking cut you up and use you as garnish, marimo bastard!"

Amidst our arguing, Luffy clutches his belly and rolls about the floor, laughing. It's hard to concentrate my anger on the fucking marimo when he's taking things so lightly.

"Why not go outside and photosynthesize, shitty green-head." I take some folded clothes into my room. I don't want to argue in front of Luffy.

"I could breathe better in here if the air wasn't so smoky, shitty cook."

I light another cigarette in front of his face. But I don't retaliate. He looks like he's about to yell more abuse at me, but a knock on the door stops us both.

"Luffy!" A woman's voice muffles through the door. "Oi, Luffy! Zoro!"

"Nami!" Luffy leaps up, a piece of cardboard still stuck around his chest.

When he opens the door, I look over to a see a girl standing at the doorway and smiling brightly. Cute, round face, orange hair, wearing fashionable clothes.

She furrows her delicate eyebrows sceptically at the boxes littering the room, and at the pieces still stuck on Luffy. "I thought I could hear you two playing around," Her eyes dart to me. "Oh? Who's this?"

"This is Sanji-kun, our new flat mate."

I gravitate to her side, drawn like a scarp of metal to a magnet. I take her hand in mine and throwing her the best smile I could muster. "Pleased to meet you, ma choux," I say, leaning in close.

The uneasy smile she tries to force on her face is not a new sight. A lot of women react that way to the affections I shower on them. It's always been that way, but it doesn't stop me. Women everywhere deserve to be praised and pampered!

Nami pulls away from me. "Pleased to meet you too, I guess." She stands a little distance from me before speaking comfortably. "I live downstairs with my sister. We have to cope with these guys making a racket, so I sympathise greatly for you living in the same flat with them."

"Sister huh?" I raise a brow. "Is she as beautiful as you are, mellorine?"

She laughs nervously. I feel a sharp tug at my shirt and turn to see marimo bastard dragging me away from Nami.

"Geez," he vents out through gritted teeth. "I didn't know we had to put a leash on you whenever we get visitors."

I shove him off me. "Oi, don't man-handle me like that!"

"You're scaring her, shitty ero-cook!"

"Drop the nick-names already, marimo bastard!"

"You drop it, lollipop brow!"

I hear Luffy's voice cut across the two of us. "Nami-san, would you like some tea?"

"Yes, alright. But I can't stay too long. I have to be at the office in a couple of hours to pick up some blueprints."

Luffy waves over at us. "Zoro! Zoro! Tea!"

"Alright, alright," Zoro stomps into the kitchen but I push past him.

"No way am I letting you make Nami-san your shitty weak tea! I'll do it."

I roll my sleeves up and put the kettle on. Luffy quickly me. "Senbei! Senbei! Sanji-kun, senbei!"

"Alright, already! I heard you the first time."