Yesanymorebrightideasgenius asked: Oh my gosh your Zosan parent/teacher au is so cute! Oh! Prompt, prompt, oh I don't know, how about Zoro meticulously coaching Tony on what not to say and then Chopper pretty much says it all anyway by accident?
Stifling a yawn on the back of his hand, Zoro buckled Tony into his booster seat in the car as the little boy chattered on about what he'd been doing that day in no order whatsoever. It was Thursday, which meant that Mr. Black was coming over in under two hours and he still had dinner to make, a shower to have, and to run through telling Tony what he could and couldn't say whilst his teacher was there because he was not having another situation like that thrown on him again.
He got into the front of the car and drove home, Tony more than happy to be singing to himself in the backseat in half murmurings and half actual words, the notes jumping jarringly from flat to sharp. As soon as they pulled up on the drive Zoro shoved a pizza from the freezer straight into the oven along with some chips and set the timer on his phone to alert him. He left Tony, after helping his son take his shoes and coat off, in the living room with a box set of Regular Show on that he'd downloaded on the TV box.
"I'm in the shower, okay Tony?" He called as he stepped into the bathroom, shucking off his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans.
"Okay!" Tony called back.
Zoro turned on the shower head and stepped under the hot spray with a sigh, the water working wonders on his tensed muscles and washing away the stickiness of sweat clinging to his skin from his shift at the gym. He squirted some gel into his palm and scrubbed himself until all he could smell was the tingly, refreshing scent of mint and tea leaves and did the same with the shampoo.
Almost less than an hour and Mr. Black would be here… A rush of nervousness and excitement ran down his spine, this had been looming over him all week and finally it was here. He wondered what the teacher would be wearing tonight- he hoped it was one of his suits again… The thought of close hugging material was probably not the best thing to be thinking about right now and he put it to the back of his mind for another time. Suddenly the timer on his phone blipped and he got out of the spray, turning the shower off and quickly toweling himself down, covering himself with a pair of boxers and his dressing gown.
He padded out of the bathroom and down the stairs, his damp hair turning cold under the cooler air of the house as he headed for the kitchen, "Tony, dinner's ready!"
As his son shoveled a pizza slice into his mouth, Zoro asked again, "So what do you do when your teacher is here?"
"I behave and watch TV and don't talk about you and Mr. Black." Tony replied.
Zoro nodded, "You promise?"
"I promise," Tony said and started on another slice.
After another few slices of the pizza, Zoro went to his bedroom to get dressed, telling his son to call him if the door knocked. The green haired parent was half way through getting dressed when there was a knock and Tony cried, "Dad, the door!"
Zoro tried to pull his jeans up but struggled in his panic to get to the door. He called back, "I'll be a minute, Tony!"
There was another knock and Zoro got more frustrated at the fact that his damn jeans wouldn't pull up for whatever reason and now Mr. Black was stood outside probably wondering what the hell was going on that was making Zoro take so long. And if all that hadn't stressed out Zoro enough, Tony had seemed to take it upon himself to stand at the locked front door and yell through the wood at his teacher,
"MY DAD IS GETTING DRESSED."
Now, Zoro would have been completely okay with his son shouting that excuse if Tony had stopped talking there. But no. Instead, Tony giggled and continued,
"I THINK HIS JEANS ARE STUCK ON HIS BUTT AGAIN."
Zoro wanted to smack his own head off the bedroom wall as Tony laughed himself silly in the hallway.
"Tony, get away from the door right now!"