Sanji crossed his arms over his chest as he listened to Luffy rattle on about this or that, it was nothing new really. Luffy would bounce into the luch room with Ace not far behind him, they would sit down after going through the line, both getting an insane amount of food that Sanji still couldn't believe a normal human could eat. He had began to debate refuseing to feed them due to the fact that every time he did, they seemed to clean him out entirely. Being so deep into his thoughts he didn't even realize when someone sat next to him and started when Zoro's large hand waved in front of his face.

"Oi, Cook, we were asking you something. Jeez, pay attention will ya?"

Sanji gave a small growl and looked up at the table, everyone was there, already? How long had he been in his own little world? Oh well, his eyes drifted across the table, Ace started off the small circle of friends followed by Luffy, next to the monkey was Frankie and without shock Robin was sitting next to him studying the larger teen. Nami was on the other side of Zoro watching Luffy inhale his large amount of food and than next to Sanji was Zoro.

"Sorry everyone, what's going on?"

Ace shook his head and looked at him smiling.

"We're having a small party tonight at our place, it's Friday. You gonna join?"
"If I don't all you'll do is order from that pizza place you swear by."

Ace sputtered.

"There's nothing wrong with that pizza place!"

"It's overcooked and greasy. So it's this Friday you said?"
"Yeah. So you joining?"
"I'll have to see what my schedule is at the Baratie and I'll get back with you."

The bell sounded above their heads and with a few sighs they all retreated from the lunch area, Luffy and Ace falling in next to each other as usual, it was still weird for Sanji to feel so comfortable with the group he had made friends with, it had only been a few months, and it felt like a small family already. Luffy had just introduce him to them all only a few months ago, and the way he met Luffy had been less than unconventional. He had run into the monkey coming out of the main office and Luffy and flailed around like a mad man telling Sanji how cool he looked with his hair falling over his eye like that, and the way Sanji stood with his hands in his pockets.

"Your so cool! Your my friend now, c'mon!"

And he had been drug here to meet the rest of the circus that had soon become his friends as well. It all seemed so weird and the weirdest relationship that had come of all this had to be, with out a doubt the one the sprouted between him and the moss head. It had started off as a fighters relationship, they respected one another, they made good sparring partners...but after some time Sanji's respect had turned into attraction. He had begun to look at Zoro in a new light. The larger teen was disciplined, he was a fighter, and he had honor and he wasn't that bad looking either, his features were rugged and handsome; and after a little getting used it that hair was actually becoming of him, it suited him. He began to study the other teen, watching him work out in the gym, watching him during class and lunch and after a few weeks he began to realize that he wasn't watching Zoro to study him, he LIKED watching him. He had begun to think it was interesting the way the young man moved. The way the muscles in his arms rippled and twitched with the slightest movements, the way Zoro's dark eyes scanned each room he walked into before relaxing just to make sure it was safe. Than one night Sanji knew he was screwed when he woke up from sleep with the realization that the Greed haired teen had made it into his dreams. Sanji came back to the present as the singal person he had been thinking about not even a second ago waved a hand infront of his face again.

"Oi, Sanji, we'll be late."

Sanji shook his thoughts off for the moment and nodded, grabbing his things he gave Zoro a quick smile and waved as he rushed off for his next class.

"Thanks Marimo!"

Zoro watched him go and sighed a small curse as he shook his head, he jumped slightly when a delicate hand found his shoulder.

"Roanoa, you look troubled."

"Oh, Robin, no it's nothing, really."

She nodded and walked away as the second bell rang, letting out another colorful string of curses he ran through the halls to his classroom, English, something he really didn't need to pay attention in. Even though he seemed like he only had the brain of a bushrat he knew this subject so instead he allowed his mind to wander and soon regretted it. It began to roam towards the Sanji subject. He wanted to pound his fists into the desk, the throw something, to go and get his katanas and shred something but instead he gritted his teeth and just let the thoughts roam, maybe, just maybe he would get some clarity on what he was feeling. That made him stop for a moment, what exactly was he feeling anyway? Everytime he saw the blond his heart would speed up on its own and that his body just felt way to hot. He would need to get a good sparring partner in gym thanks to this. Maybe the cook himself, those long legs were so flexible it would give him a good challenge, the blond's legs seemed to go on forever, so long, so well toned...so sexy. Zoro sat up straight and blinked...had he really just thought that? Oh god...he needed air and he needed it now.

"U-Um excuse me, Professor Law, may I use the bathroom."

The teacher turned and speared him with a look, than a smile spread across his face and he nodded.

"Go ahead Roanoa, just don't be there all class."

"Y-Yes sir."

Taking his pass he slipped out of the class and shoved his hands into his uniform pockets as he stalked down the hall towards the bathroom.

His legs are SEXY?! What the hell was I thinking? No, don't answer that, it'll only get me into more of a jam...

Zoro entered the bathroom and was thankful he didn't see anyone, standing infront of the mirror he splashed cold water over his face and sighed. What did this mean? Was he attracted to Sanji? Well, that wasn't completely out of the question, he wasn't hard on the eyes in the least. In fact, as Zoro brought an image of the cook in his mind, Sanji was very EASY on the eyes. Zoro groaned and splashed more water on his face. It was hopeless, and besides, if Sanji even did swing that way there was Ace...That name alone for some reason made Zoro's blood boil, like the other day, the older D barging in and kissing his Sanji on the-

"What the fuck was that?!"

He clamped a hand over his mouth realizing that he had spoken it out loud.

My Sanji? When in gods name did I ever start calling him that? I didn't that's when!

Zoro sighed again and looked at his reflection, his face dripping, his hairline dripping water into his eyes. Squeezing his eyes shut he tried to think of anything other than the blond but the more he tried the more his mind thought it funny to supply the images, Sanji back at the apartment, sweats hanging low on his hips, Sanji in his pressed black suit and dress shirt ready for work. Just out of the shower a towel wrapped around his waist...

"This is bad for my health..."

He was being plauged by the blond and there didn't seem to be any cure for the sickness...stupid shit-cook....

Zoro wiped his face off and opened the door only to blink as he was faced with the reason for his problems standing before him.

"Zoro."

"Sanji."

They passed, the look and tone of one anothers voices made it clear neither of them wanted to talk, neither of them wanted to deal with it at the moment...they would remain in denial for a little while longer. Zoro glanced back at the blond and noticed his stiff movements in his arms and sighed. Turning he walked back and put a hand on Sanji's shoulder.

"It's bothering you again isn't it."

He waited as Sanji only nodded and looked away. Zoro quirked an eyebrow at this movement but didn't press it further and removed his hand from the other teens shoulder and turned to walk out.

"I have some of the lotion in my bag, meet me back here right after class."

Sanji again only nodded not wanted to trust his voice with the memory of how warm Zoro's hand had been on his shoulder. With that Zoro walked out leaving Sanji to mentally drive himself crazy with his muddled thoughts. Zoro walked through the hall, his own thoughts making him want to rip his own head off. Getting that close to the cook when he was sifting through these odd thoughts hadn't been the best idea. His smell, that mix of tobacco, clove and spices, and something was uniquely Sanji had filled his senses and made it was hard for him to think rationally. He growled low in his throat and reentered his classroom and took his seat next to Frankie who looked up at him with a puzzled look.

"Bro, you look like you just had a night with no sleep or something, what's going on?"
"Nothing you need worry yourself over."

It was a clue that Frankie knew all to well, leave it be, Zoro sighed and put his forehead on the desk and waited for the bell to ring...it was taking fucking forever. He opened his eyes and stared at the black grain of the desk as his mind went, yet again, back to the blond.

He was acting weird...what am I talking about...I was acting weird...I have to talk to someone about this...but not Frankie, dumbass can't keep his mouth shut worth anything...Ace? No, Luffy would know instantly after that and than there would be no end of it...Na-did I really just think about talking to Nami of all people? Witch...than who-Robin.

He gave a mental nod before sitting up and resigning himself to the rest of his boring English class.

On the East end of school Sanji was having much the same delema, he needed to talk, get his mind clear, but who would he talk to? Ace was his first choice, they were best friends. Ever since the duo had met they had hit it off great, but if he talked to Ace than there was Luffy and than there would never be an end of it...Nami would listen true, but she would charge him for it, he loved her yes but she was a greedy bitch, Frankie was out of the question and so was Zoro...these thoughts were about him after all. His own rational thought was Robin. Sighing he gathered his things as the bell rang and made his way back to the bathroom. Grabbing the handle he pulled and blinked as he found it locked.

"What in the name of hell, who locks a school bathroom?"

He turned and was about to leave when it opened and Zoro reached out and yanked Sanji in with him.

"What the fuck moss for brains, why are you locking the damn door?"

"You want someone to come in here and see me putting pretty pink lotion on you?"

Sanji's curse stopped in his throat, okay so Zoro had a point there.

"Fine but just hurry it up. The more time I spend in a small room like this with you the more my IQ drops."

"Yet you and I live together."

Sanji bit off the retort he had ready, damn, another point for Zoro, he hissed and than sighed as he felt the calamine lotion being put on his skin and bit his lip mentally kicking himself as he let a small moan escape his lips. Was it cause the lotion felt good, or was it because Zoro's hands felt good? He honestly couldn't tell but he'd leave it with the lotion. His cheeks heated up and he didn't meet Zoro's eyes. Zoro blinked still as the sound repeated in his mind over and over again. He was trying not to think of how soft the cooks skin was, how smooth and flawless...dammit...he was thinking about it. He got done and with some reluctance released Sanji and washed his hands.

"That should hold you off til we get home."

Sanji nodded and smiled.

"Thanks Zoro."

The larger teen turned and looked at him, the look unreadable.

"No problem."

Both looked away and gathered their things and headed for the next class. The end of the day brought on another awkward encounter as they headed home, they were walking side by side, the others had to stay behind for one reason or another.

"Hey Zoro, can I ask you something?"
"Whatever."

"What would you do if you liked some one, but weren't sure how they felt?"
"Nami again huh?"

Sanji wanted to correct him, tell Zoro that it was him driving Sanji up a tree and that he couldn't get the swordsman out of his mind but instead merely nodded.

"I think you should give up. She's not into you. She likes Luffy."

Sanji looked at the ground and nodded, he looked up as Zoro cleared his throat.

"What do you think a person should do if the person they like hates them?"
"What? Why would you like someone who hates you?"

"Just do."

The answer was simple and Sanji had no fight for it...afterall wasn't he in that kind of situation? He had feelings for Zoro...and Zoro hated him...well maybe that was a strong word, he did agree to move in with the cook, he couldn't hate him that much if he did that...but they still never really got along and the moments like the one they were having now, walking side by side enjoying the silent company of the other was rare and cherished by both parties.