AN: I'm soooo sorry this one took me so long. . I've been busy...

I came back from the kitchen with drinks and snacks on a serving plate, only to find my guest snoring out loud. That shitty hobo fell asleep while we were only halfway through the movie yet. Still, he seemed really peaceful like that and I almost felt like joining him, but I knew I couldn't. My father was about to wake up any moment now, and I had to explain my shitty pile of green-haired Zoro on our couch. I sighed.

If he would continue sleeping in this position that would be very bad for his muscles. With some slight reluctance I decided to be the good guy and I carefully turned him until he was lying more comfortably. Carefully, to not wake him up, I put a blanket on top of him and made myself comfortable on the other couch.

I turned the movie back on, because I hated to not be able to see the end. Ends always are the best parts of stories, because one event can still change everything that happened before. I also ate the cheese and potato chips I got, Zoro wouldn't mind anyway in his current state.

After a little while, I heard someone stumbling down the stairs and I prepared myself for the conversation I was about to have. I walked out the room and saw my father walking to the kitchen.

"Good evening, father."

"Mmm? Oh, hello Sanji. You got any food left from dinner?"

"I saved a part for you. It's in the fridge. I can heat it up if you want to."

"Yes, I would like that, thank you." While I was busy cooking I thought of the best way to tell my father about Zoro, but I couldn't really think of a way which would make him like it more. I decided to leave away all the details and just keep to the important parts that he absolutely needed to know, and hoped for the best.

"Father, I need to talk to you," I said, while serving his plate.

"First I'll eat, then we'll talk, but don't make it too long. I have things to take care of."

I nodded and sat down while he was eating, turning my fingers over each other nervously. I put everything in the dishwasher when he had finished his meal.

"I met a guy today and we became friends and we wanted to watch a movie but now he's sleeping on our couch can he please stay for the night."

I had the feeling that I was spitting out words again way too fast and actually I wanted to say more, but this explanation would have to do. I could see my father didn't like what I said. He was clearly holding back his anger, and I was thankfull for that.

"Get him out," he, finally said. "I don't want him here."

"If I threw him out now, he would have to spent another night on the streets again. I don't want to do that to him. He'll be gone tomorrow. You won't even notice he's here, I promise. So please, let him stay tonight."

I was holding my breath while I saw my father thinking about what I said. Finally, he said: "Okay. But just this one time. And don't bother me anymore now, I'm going upstairs."

I felt relieved and smiled. "Thank you, father. You won't regret this." I took a few deep breaths, glad that this conversation was over.

I walked back to the living room, and finally managed to see the end of my movie. When the aftercredits were done, I didn't really know what to do next. Could I go to my room and let Zoro sleep here by himself? But I didn't want him to wake up because he needed to go to the bathroom or something and go roaming the house without knowing where he was going. I could also sleep on the other couch. It was big enough, so maybe that would be a good idea.

While I was thinking about all of this, I took a good look at the other man. I didn't want him to catch me staring at him while he was awake, but I really felt the urge to study that green hair of his. I kneeled beside his head and looked at it. From up close, I could see all the different shades of green that were in it. They would probably look even more beautiful after a shower, but there was nothing I could do about that now.

Zoro was snoring lightly now, I didn't think he would wake up if I touched it. I carefully went through his hair, from the front to the back, and then from the back to the front. It felt really soft and it was such a nice feeling for my hands and I was scared like hell when Zoro suddenly said: "What the fuck are you doing with my hair?!"

Luckily he was still half alseep, otherwise he would've woken up Yui and have really pissed of my dad with his shouting. I could control myself and I didn't scream, but I jumped three meters back and crawled another two while not losing him out of sight to get away from the guy who almost gave me a heartattack.

"I-I-I'm sorry. I'm really really really sorry!" I could feel my face turning redder than red while I was trying to come up with an excuse for my absolutely completely inexplicable behavior. I still didn't know what to say, and Zoro kept staring at me.

"Look, I was just…"

"Forget it, it's okay."

"Really? Thanks."

I was very relieved and thankful that he could just let this go. I saw that he was already falling back asleep and I quickly said: "Zoro, wait! You can rebuild your couch to one that is actually meant to sleep on."

Zoro got of his couch very reluctantly, with his blanket still around his shoulders, and as soon as I got it ready to go, he fell back on it. He must be really tired. That, or he just likes sleeping a lot.

"I'll also get you some more blankets", I said.

I heard Zoro mumbling something incomprehensible back at me, although it could have been something like 'stupid cook, messing with my hair'. I went upstairs and got in my pajamas before I grabbed some blankets and went back. I had decided to sleep on the couch in the living room.

When I got back, Zoro was already sleeping again. I sighed, but couldn't help myself from smiling at the same time. When I looked at him sleeping, life just seemed a lot more simply all of a sudden. I put another, thicker blanket on top of him before I crawled in my own couch.

Suddenly, I felt really tired. I still had some subjects I wanted to think about, but it got harder and harder for me to think of something consistent. Maybe I can get Zoro a job at the restaurant. Maybe he's not even that bad at cooking. Maybe… maybe we can keep seeing each other, even though dad doesn't like him. Maybe… Maybe…