Hello again. sorry for a slow update. School's a fighter. gonna try and aim for longer chapters, maybe.
also got some other zolu works in the wings, look for those
ANyway, enjoy. I don't own one piece and this fic is inspired from the inuyasha fic wrong number text thank u have a nice day enjoy the Read. also it's super late again so sorry for mistakes for this is unedited as per the norm
Zoro was confused, pissed, but MOSTLY confused.
Brooding angrily by laying sprawled on the couch, stealing glances at the clock and telling himself that No, Sanji will not be arriving sooner just because you're trying to slice the clock in half with your eyes, please give it up, and unlocking and relocking his phone every ten seconds, Zoro was confirmed for a shitty mood.
When the FUCK was the cook getting back?
Zoro raised his phone closer to his face, unlocking it once more and clicking through some apps and landing on his messages. The person who had Sanji's old number stopped texting hours ago after they deemed Zoro's story too long and too boring (frankly Zoro didn't want to explain it to a stranger anyway…) and Zoro frowned as he contemplated deleting the contact off his phone.
It wasn't like it was Sanji's anymore. It was just some person's. It could be an 87 year old or something. There really was no point in still keeping it…
"So why the hell am I hesitating?" Zoro muttered, his finger hovering over the delete button. There was something stopping him, he had no idea what it was but there was a feeling inside of him that just said keep the number.
Before Zoro could have his crisis-of-self last any longer, the door was pushed open and in waltzed Sanji, scowling and looking in a serious need of a nap or a good punch to the face to wake him up. Sanji walked over and practically fell back into their comfiest arm chair, digging in his pocket for his cigarettes and his lighter.
"You look like shit." Zoro smirked as Sanji flipped him off and lit a cigarette, taking a long drag of it. "School not go well for you?" Zoro asked, relocking his phone, his eyebrow raised.
"Don't even give me that shitty sarcasm, Marimo." Sanji growled, rubbing his visible eye. "I forgot how much I hated shitty highschoolers."
"You were one last year." Zoro pointed out smugly and Sanji gave him a pointed stare.
"A lot can change in a year, you absolute ass. Besides, In my senior year I was much more chivalrous and charming than any of those kids I saw there today." Sanji shook his head sadly, like he was mourning the loss of the potential that could've been found in those kids.
"Never use those words to describe yourself again. What even happened to make you hate them all so much on like…your second day interning or whatever there?" Zoro asked, and Sanji slumped into the chair, groaning.
"They kept trying to waste all this good food. Who does that, honestly?! A group left some leftovers in the culinary class and I was about to get blow my fucking gasket at them when all of the sudden this senior kid with a giant ponytail-afro-type thing runs back in and asks me for any leftovers I had. Apparently his best friend eats it all. So I give it to the kid and then I go to find some place to get a smoke and lo and behold I just find some weird kid just sleeping behind the gym." Sanji explained and Zoro blinked.
"Seriously? They were taking a nap behind the gym?"
"Yes. It was fucking weird, so I woke the kid up and he immediately explodes about how I woke him up and it's apparently rude to do that even though it's again the goddamn rules, but before I could even explain any of that, he just asks what time it is and I tell him it was like 12 in the afternoon. Then he just runs off yelling about food."
"Well, at least you know he's goal oriented?" Zoro offered, "Sorry your intern life is so shitty. I think this is karma for not buying more booze, by the way. And also changing your phone all of the sudden."
"Zoro, you SAW me drop my phone and see it shatter on our kitchen floor. Or were you too drunk to remember?"
"I haven't been drunk in weeks, Sanji."
"Then where the fuck does all our booze go? To your obsessive Saturday night marathons of shitty romance movies?"
"They aren't ALL shitty. And if you remember correctly, you stupid fucking piece of cheese, Robin came over a week ago and took like all of it for a party and you were too love struck by the fact that she even stepped into our apartment to notice that she made off with all the booze." Zoro deadpanned, giving Sanji a flat stare.
"I'm going to go shower. And you're getting rice balls without booze for dinner." Sanji grabbed the ash tray and put out his cigarette, standing up and walking away briskly, Zoro's shouts of how shitty Sanji is echoing after him.
Zoro frowned, contemplating getting up and talking a walk to the store to get some booze and maybe some more snacks, until he was interrupted by his phone vibrating insistently.
(5:35 P.M.)
Do you know how to do really complicated math problems?
Zoro read over the message twice. That mysterious person from earlier was texting him again. Zoro pursed his lips and sent:
(5:35 P.M.)
Don't you have other people you could ask this?
(5:36 P.M.)
You were the first person I saw in my contacts and my brother isn't home :( help me!
(5:36 P.M.)
You're asking a complete stranger who you met over texts to help you do math.
(5:36 P.M.)
Well are you a good stranger? :o
(5:37 P.M.)
I could easily lie and say I am? Do you not understand this?
(5:37 P.M.)
I don't think you're a bad guy! You don't seem to be.
What kind of bad guy can't drive, anyway?
(5:37 P.M.)
You could very easily be texting some 99 year old predator who's eager to figure out who this naïve kid texting them is.
(5:38 P.M.)
Well are you a 99 year old?
Zoro hesitated. He could easily mess with this kid, but…
Ah, fuck it.
(5:38 P.M.)
No. I'm a college student.
(5:38 P.M.)
A college student who can do math problems for a very confused high school senior? :D
(5:39 P.M.)
Nope. Failed math almost every year. Good luck on that one.
Zoro grinned, shoved his phone into his pocket and decided that maybe it would be pretty nice to go for a walk to the store.