Orangelies asked: As for the teacher/parent AU prompt, I think I've got an idea! What about Zoro wanting to text Sanji, but in his nervousness, he accidentally sends the text without finishing it? It could say something really embarrassing ;)

"Just text him already, your moody face isn't nice to look at, y'know." Nami stated sharply, scraping her fiery orange hair back and pulling it into a bobble. Zoro scowled at her in response and she thwapped him on the head with her notepad and stuck out her tongue. She rolled her eyes when she realised Zoro wasn't going to budge in his dilemma and sighed, "Where's Tony today?"

"He's with Robin and Franky, they've took him ice skating…" Zoro mumbled, still looking at the touch screen keypad of his phone as he hunched over the table.

Nami was a close friend despite the gruff attitude Zoro had towards her and her money fixations, and she worked as an accountant at one of the city's main banks which he supposed was an apt job for her. She had light brown eyes, fiery hair to match her fiery temper, and a slim build and pale skin dotted with clusters of freckles on her shoulders and across the bridge of her nose. Zoro had known her ever since he'd spilt a drink on her dress a few years ago and she'd charged him for a new one… plus interest. But possessiveness of money aside, Nami was a wild and charming character who was easy to get along with. She spoke her mind and was quick with wit, she never missed a beat, but she was a great drinking partner too and Zoro saw that as one of her best qualities.

However though, they weren't drinking today. Nami had just got off work and was planning to do nothing for the rest of the day, and Zoro had to pick up Tony in an hour so he couldn't afford even just one glass. But Nami had been curious as to just who this Sanji guy was that had Zoro so worked up and had asked him to come meet up with her in this little cafe, she wanted all the details.

She nudged him with her finger, "So… What's he like, this Sanji?"

Zoro looked at her suspiciously, "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I'm curious…" She smiled cheekily, "And because you don't want me to raise your debt."

Zoro snorted, "And there it is…" He smiled crookedly and shrugged his shoulders, "I dunno, he's just a guy I guess."

Nami frowned indignantly, "Come on, more specific than that!"

"I don't know! What do you want me to tell you?"

"I know he's a teacher from the last time we talked about him but that's all you've told me. So what does he look like? You know, stuff like that…" She hummed and leaned across the table a little, expectant.

Zoro felt awkward, pressured immediately. He had no clue what to start with, "He's… blond." He started and Nami nodded eagerly so he assumed he was doing okay and took a little confidence in that, "Blue eyes, he wears suits a lot…"

"Ooh, sounds classy." She winked.

"And he has… curly eyebrows?" Zoro hesitated to finish and Nami looked stunned a moment.

"Are you being serious?" She asked.

"Completely serious. They're so stupid but they suit him in a way, you know?" Zoro chuckled and Nami laughed.

"Oh my god, curly eyebrows… I've got to see them!" She giggled. "So why don't you text him if you like him?"

Immediately Zoro was on the defensive, "It's not like I haven't tried! I just… don't know what to write. Luffy encouraged me to message him yesterday but whatever I think of sounds clingy or weird."

He'd literally spent most of last night after Luffy had left and Tony had gone to bed, going through different types of messages he could send but had settled on none of them in the end. It was frustrating. Zoro wasn't great with words in the first place and trying to initiate a move on this guy was proving to be damn near impossible.

Nami hummed thoughtfully then held out her palm to him, "Pass me your phone."

"Why?"

"Just pass me the damn phone, Zoro. I can help, okay?"

As much as he hated to admit it, Nami was much better at acquiring dates than he was so, reluctantly, he handed the phone over and she smiled as she began to type, saying the words as she tapped them out, "What about: 'I want to see you-'…"

"No." Zoro said firmly.

Nami nodded, "Yeah, it sounds a little stalkerish… Let me delete it-" She huffed crossly all of a sudden, "Zoro, your phone's frozen."

Zoro held out his hand for it, "Pass it here, let me see."

The screen was stuck showing the same image of the backspace button lit up but the words weren't disappearing and Zoro sighed angrily at it and furiously began tapping the screen like it would somehow help.

In retrospect that had been the stupidest thing to do.

Zoro watched in confusion and then horror as the screen suddenly buffered, auto complete jumped to a conclusion from the now jumbled letters he'd mashed and sent itself to Sanji's number. A text he'd never wanted to send. Ever.

"I want to suck you"

"Fuuuuuuck!" Zoro snarled and dropped the phone to the table and buried his face in his hands. He heard Nami pick it up and begin to laugh. "I'm never going to able to look him in the face again. Why the fuck does this shit keep happening?! First Tony and now my phone too?"

Nami was howling, almost in tears with laughter. She wiped at her eyes as she tried to calm herself, "Oh my god, Zoro, I can't breathe!"

Zoro wanted to smack his head off the table, very, very hard.

Sanji was sure to not be interested in him now.