Sanji awoke to the swordsman leaning against him and a dull ache in his back from sleeping in a sitting position. Zoro snored comfortably against the top of his head and the blonde just decided to give up. He was still going to have to find a way to ask Zoro about the incident after the party at the club and properly ask him if they had a thing going on now or was it all just for fun.

The thought of it all being just for fun and that nothing was going to turn out from it scared Sanji. He had been getting a light fluttery feeling in his stomach every time he was in close proximity to the swordsman, but it wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, Sanji had grown a little attached to the fluttery feeling he got. There was a little flutter of hope every time Zoro did something like this or said something that could have an ulterior meaning behind it.

"...mhmm... another sandwich... Sanji~..." Zoro mumbled in his sleep, making the blonde's cheeks turn a light rose.

"Damn marimo... don't eat in your sleep..." Sanji muttered as he ran a hand lightly through Zoro's short hair.

"...I dun wanna..." Zoro grumbled as he moved to sit up instead of using the cook as a leaning post.

"It's disturbing..." Sanji stretched out his back. "... to know that all you do is eat, sleep, and eat while you sleep."

"So I'm not allowed to enjoy extra meals once in a while?" Zoro quirked an eyebrow as Sanji stretched a bit further.

"Extra meals can be bad for you... they add fat, calories, and even extra nutrients that your body will just flush out in the long run." Sanji chided.

"So if I'm not allowed to have extra meals... then what am I allowed to have." Zoro asked teasingly.

"Anything that doesn't give extra calories or nutrients. Like mints or bubble gum..." Sanji explained.

"What about another person?" Zoro pushed the cook down flat on his back against the blonde's will.

"It depends on how you plan to eat that person..." Sanji raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"And if I told you... Just like this?" Zoro hovered over the blonde as he bent down and dragged his teeth across Sanji's neck teasingly.

Sanji stiffened and shivered at the same time from the close contact. He heard the telltale thump of Zeff's footsteps somewhere outside the bedroom door. There was a moment of debate within his mind if he should just go along with what Zoro was doing or make a "strategic retreat." His mind was practically made up for him when the closet door was kicked down right on top of them.

"Get the fuck out of the closet and get out of the house!" Zeff growled lowly and dangerously.

Sanji wasn't one hundred percent sure who the older chef was talking to. He blinked a few times in confusion and surprise. Zoro heaved a low sigh that was barely audible. Zeff, on the other hand, looked as though he was about to kill someone if nobody moved in the next few seconds. Koshiro hung back by the bedroom door and didn't dare to even take a step into the bedroom.

"Get out, both of you." Zeff glared down at them.

"Why the hell am I being kicked out of my own house?" Zoro asked rather calmly while Sanji stayed stiff and shocked right where he was.

"It's for your own good. Now get out." Zeff stood aside to let the duo out of the closet and literally kicked them out when they were reluctant to go anywhere.

They were each given a bag of clothing, food, and money. There were about a dozen packs of cigarettes in Sanji's and the blonde wondered just how long Zeff intended to kick them out for. It seemed as though they were being thrown out as a pair, but Zoro wasn't one hundred percent sure on that. He was at about a seventy five percent right now.

~!~

"So why did you kick them out again?" Koshiro looked up from a specially prepared shrimp platter.

"Sanji has issues choosing what's best for himself. Usually someone else ends up choosing for him. If he plans on staying with Zoro no matter what, then they'll need the life experience to go along with it. Now... if Sanji can managed to put up with Zoro and Zoro can manage to put up with Sanji under the pressure of owning a home, getting a job, still going to school, and working out hours, rent, and all the other fun things of life, then I'll approve of them getting married and such. I've done this a few other times to the little eggplant and he always ends up staying at a friends house within the first twelve hours." Zeff explained fully.

"Ah, I understand now. This should help Zoro a bit too with his choice making and tolerance level. Though, throwing them out on the street might have been a bit harsh when you didn't give them a warning." Koshiro stared at his portion of the platter thoughtfully.

"Life doesn't give you warnings... it's a bitch and everybody knows it." Zeff pointed out before both older males dug into the platter.

~!~

"God damn shitty old man!" Sanji cursed as he kicked a tree trunk.

Sanji had led Zoro to the park so that they could have somewhere to sit and discuss what they were going to do next. Zoro didn't have the slightest idea on what exactly was going on, but he was starting to assume. For Sanji, this had been the tenth time being kicked out of his own home by the old man. Every time he was forced out with whatever girl chose to fancy him at the time and ended up getting stuck at Brook's house every time. Poor Brook had to deal with his tantrums towards the situation every time too.

"So why exactly were we kicked out of the house?" Zoro asked as he took a seat at a picnic bench.

"Something stupid about life lessons and shit." Sanji pulled out a cigarette and lit it up to calm his nerves. "He does this every fucking time I get comfortable within the same god damn house as that shitty old man! Why the fuck do I have to go through this every fucking time?" Sanji started spouting rapid fire complaints to try and let off some steam.

"Wait... this isn't your first time getting kicked out?" Zoro looked over at the cook with a raised eyebrow.

"No... this is about the tenth or so time..." Sanji huffed as he sat down across from Zoro on the picnic bench. Their bags laid strewn across the rotting wood surface.

"How the hell do you get kicked out so much?" Zoro laughed at the blonde.

"Fuck off shitty marimo! I don't do a fucking thing to deserve it either!" Sanji growled back sharply.

"Okay, okay... so what are we going to do?" Zoro let the laughter subside and pushed into the more serious part of their little problem.

"I don't know... stay at someone's house, rent a place... I don't fucking know, okay?" Sanji ran a hand through his golden locks. He was in need of a shower soon too.

"We could always ask Chopper. He has a guest room." Zoro watched as Sanji's eyes went wide and the blonde had issues staying in his seat.

"Hell no! I'm not fucking going back to that damn place! It's fucking messed up there!" Sanji barked out angrily.

"He's not home three quarters of the time and I'm sure that if I asked him he wouldn't assault you with needles again or anything. It's at least a place to stay that has a shower." Zoro pointed out.

"It's not that... he'll jump me in my sleep and take my blood or something!" Sanji hissed back.

"Then I'll sleep closer to the door." Zoro stated. He really didn't want to have to find a job so that he could stay in some crappy apartment until their foster fathers decided to let them back into the house. "Come on... it'll just be like having a little brother or nephew who isn't there all the time run around and play doctor. He doesn't even remember he's a doctor half the time."

"But-"

"It can't be that bad Sanji, just think about it for a moment. Would you rather live somewhere where you only have to pay for food, or would you rather live in a place where you have to pay for bills, rent, food, water, electricity, or anything else you might want like cable. At least it means that only one of us has to get a job." Zoro cut the blonde off and made it easier to understand.

"Well... fine... I guess..." Sanji mumbled before lying his forehead on the table with an exhausted manner. The last two days had been hell on his brain and he desperately needed the sleep.

"It's not so bad now, is it?" Zoro ruffled the blonde's hair by standing up and leaning on the table before sitting back down. He dug his phone out of his pocket before setting it on the table.

"What are you doing?" Sanji asked when he noticed Zoro start to dial someone's number.

"Calling Chopper to tell him that we're coming over for a few days until things settle down at home. So, our story is that we had fought a bit and ended up knocking over a few things that made Koshiro and Zeff angry at us. After our own fight, we had a fight with them over the things that had been broken. They kicked us out for a few days to a few weeks in retaliation for breaking these very expensive things. Alright?" Zoro explained.

"Why not just tell him that we were kicked out for no reason. We shouldn't have to lie to some small kid, should we?" Sanji looked at the swordsman like he had a giant spider on his head.

"If we tell Chopper the truth, he'll break down the house door and demand that we be brought back into the house. Then he'd probably tie our fathers down and interrogate them on why they kicked us out in the first place. You catch my drift?" Zoro quirked an eyebrow at the blonde questioningly.

"Yeah, yeah... I get it now." Sanji grumbled before digging through his bag to see if Zeff had the decency to pack his phone and phone charger as well.

~!~

Zoro stood in front of the doctor's house and rummaged around inside a bush right beside the door. Sanji kept glancing around to make sure that nobody was coming and that the cops wouldn't be called for a breaking and entering or for suspicious people hanging around. The swordsman was currently looking for a small manilla packet that held the key to the door. It was one of Chopper's habits to keep spares and he had informed Zoro to where they all were in case the swordsman ever needed a place to hide, rest, or happened to injure himself and couldn't wait outside with prying eyes.

"Are you sure that he hid the key in that bush?" Sanji asked. He was itching for a cigarette but a small drizzle had started and he could no longer light the limp cigarette that was squished between his teeth.

"I'm positive... this is the only bush that I ever tripped over." Zoro explained in his own logic that made no sense to Sanji.

"Then wouldn't it be in the other bush so that you wouldn't trip over it again?" Sanji questioned in an obviously irritated tone.

"Oh... good point..." The swordsman switched bushes and managed to come up with the key in ten seconds of switching bushes. Sanji sighed with relief as the door opened and he could practically feel the heat radiating out the door.

They entered the house and sat their bags down on the kitchen floor. Sanji immediately dug through his bag at a mile a minute until he came up with his favorite pair of pajamas. Sanji held them to his chest protectively and rummaged around for a towel. To his surprise, he found his favorite towel as well. It was unlike Zeff to pack his favorite things when he was kicked out unless the older man expected him to be out longer than a day or two, which was usually the case when he was kicked out for no reason.

"I'm going to go take a quick shower." Sanji immediately found his shampoo and conditioner as well as his other hair products. "No wonder the damn bags were so fucking heavy!" Sanji thought to himself.

"Alright... should I start on some supper or do you want to do it?" Zoro looked over to the blonde.

"I'll do it... just... keep Chopper away from the bathroom and kitchen if he comes home before I'm done. I'm not really up to getting a shitty check up tonight." Sanji huffed before taking off in long strides towards where he expected the bathroom to be with a look at the fire plan Chopper had taped beside the door.

Zoro watched the blonde go. He ended up paying more attention to the subtle sway of his hips that what he was doing. The swordsman dug through his bag to see what Koshiro might have packed him for the expected long-term stay away from home. It took Zoro about three minutes to dig through the whole bag. There was the sound of water starting in the bathroom and Zoro ended up pacing around the kitchen nervously.

"What the hell am I supposed to do? I can guess that it was all Zeff's idea to send us out together and make us live together one way or another. There's no way that Sanji has understood this yet or he would have already said something or started to act skittish around me." Zoro thought for a minute before going back to his inner debate. "Wait, wait, wait... Sanji isn't acting skittish at all. Even though I was doing that right before we were kicked out of the house. Maybe he forgot within the mass of turmoil or something. That would be good... or... maybe not. Do I want him to like me or it this just all fun and games? What the hell?!"

Zoro had gotten so lost within his own thoughts that he hadn't heard the cook call his name. Nor had he seen the blonde walk up to him as he paced back in forth, deep in thought. Sanji sighed in irritation before kicking the swordsman's shin for good measure. The sudden pain brought Zoro out of his thoughts, and fast.

"Ouch! What the hell was that for shit cook?" Zoro growled angrily.

"I called your name but you didn't respond, so I did the next best thing." Sanji explained before digging around in the fridge. "The shower is all yours now, marimo."

"Uh... okay... I'll take a shower later." Zoro watched as Sanji bent over to check in the lower drawers to see what was there. He noticed the way the blonde's back bended and just how perfect his ass looked in those pants. The swordsman got the sudden urge to want to touch, but held himself back. "So what's for supper?"

"I don't know yet... I'm thinking. You were right when you said he's barely home. The poor kid's barely got anything besides cereal, lunch meat, cheese, bread, about a pint of milk, and a few heat up suppers. I wonder what Zeff sent us along with." Sanji whistled at the emptiness of the cabinets and fridge before digging through the food bag that they had brought.

He dug out a couple frozen foods, some fresh veggies and meat, and some spices. It was enough that he could make quite a few basic meals out of, but nothing he would have usually had. Zeff did do a good enough job to pack him his own hand crafted knife set that had been in the bottom of one of the moving boxes since he had arrived at Zoro's. Sanji lifted them out and pulled one out of it's holder expertly before twisting it in circles and simple slicing motions and putting it back.

"I've never seen those before..." Zoro hovered just over his shoulder. The sudden voice had startled him out of his little world.

"That's because they've been in the bottom of a moving box until just a few hours or so ago. I've had them for most of my life... so they're not that new to me." Sanji explained before he gathered up the bag of food and started to put them away properly, leaving out a few ingredients and spices to use in the meal for supper.

"Oh... so they're special... like my katana?" Zoro asked as he peered over the cook's shoulder again to watch what he was doing.

"Yeah..." Sanji trailed off as the conversation ended up out of his comfort zone. He was able to tell the swordsman a whole lot more than anyone else in his life, but he just wasn't able to tell him about the bulk of his childhood.

"So... what is for supper?" Zoro leaned against the blonde's shoulder as he tried to sneak a peak at the potatoes that Sanji was peeling.

"If you want to know that badly, then help." Sanji barked back before handing Zoro one of his precious knives and digging around in the pots and pans for a nice sized pot.

"Fine by me, but your potatoes are going to end up deformed and funky..." Zoro shrugged it off as he started to peel away at the potatoes, peeling away more than he should have.

"Damn it marimo! Not like that!" Sanji rushed over to him as he screamed his head off in exasperation. "Here... I'll show you."

Sanji gently plucked the knife from the swordsman's calloused hand and showed him how to peel the potato correctly. When Zoro had attempted and failed, Sanji showed him how to peel a potato step by step, which took up a good amount of time. Zoro had finally gotten the hang of peeling potatoes when Chopper walked through the door carrying about two times his weight in medical supplies.

"Zoro... I only have one bed in the guest bedroom, so you guys will have to compromise and figure something out. There is the couch though, but nights that I'm here it'll be taken... like tonight unless I'm put on call again." Chopper explained around the supplies.

Sanji tensed visibly and Zoro had guessed it was on the fact of sleeping together. He was about to offer himself up to the floor when he noticed the container of needles that Sanji seemed to be staring at like it was a plastic box filled with poisonous demons. The swordsman heaved a sigh of relief and astonishment at just what Sanji had been so uptight about.

"We'll figure something out." Zoro replied. "We're making supper right now, so put down your stuff and get washed up."

Sanji waited for Chopper to disappear into the bathroom before deciding to pick on the swordsman. "Look at momma go!" Sanji chuckled lightly.

"Shut up! If you don't tell him what to do he'll end up with his feet tied to his nose." Zoro's face turned a light pink at the suggestion of him being a mother.

"I didn't know you cared so much. I thought that you were manlier than that." Sanji stuck out his tongue playfully and watched the swordsman's face turn redder and redder. "I also didn't know that you took the role of doting mother when it came to kids~"

"I don't!" Zoro barked back defensively.

"Aw~ Now you're getting angwy~" Sanji teased.

Zoro turned his attention back to mutilating the potatoes. He noticed the cook smirking to himself at the swordsman's flushed face. For good measure, Zoro purposefully hacked away a good chunk of potato with the peel when the blonde looked over to see his progress. The horrified look on Sanji's face was utterly priceless, so the swordsman hacked away another chunk.

"Stop! What the fuck are you doing? The potato didn't do anything to deserve abuse from your shitty peeling job!" Sanji lunged for the potato and knife to save the vegetable from more mutilation.

"It's not my fault, the knife just slipped." Zoro held his hands above his head as far as he could to get the utensil away from the blonde cook.

"The knife doesn't just slip! Give me the damn potato before I take it from you by force." Sanji snarled.

"No way... you're going to have to pry it from my cold... dead... hands..." Zoro drew out the last three words challengingly.

"Have it your way." Sanji's eyes glinted challengingly before he lunged at the swordsman and practically climbed up him until he could grab for the potato. Zoro had slid the knife onto the island so that the cook wouldn't get hurt while he tried to get the potato away. Chopper had come out of the bathroom after washing up to see Sanji three quarters of the way up Zoro's chest and reaching for a mutilated potato that the swordsman had somehow managed to keep away from him.

"What are you doing~!" Chopper yelled out worriedly.

The sudden extra voice startled the two of them and Sanji leaned too much weight forward. He ended up falling onto Zoro's head. His chest slumped against the swordsman's face and his legs dangled dangerously away from a solid surface. Zoro had somehow managed to catch him under his butt and hold him up at the thighs so that he wouldn't slide down too far and end up tipping their awkward balance too much to one side. Chopper stood in the kitchen door with his mouth agape with amazement on how they hadn't fallen over yet. Considering Zoro was being used as a solid object.

"Chopper, buddy, don't yell when you're in the same room as someone else." Zoro scolded as he held the fidgeting blonde against his shoulder.

"Okay... but what are you two doing right now?" Chopper crossed his arms in a child-like manner of defiance.

"We're play fighting... er... something like that." Sanji stumbled over his own words as he silently reached for the potato again.

Zoro felt the cook's slight shift of weight and stretched his arm further away. Chopper noticed Sanji trying desperately to reach for the mutilated potato and instantly realized why the cook had been climbing Zoro when he walked into the kitchen. Sanji waved his hand around wildly, trying to get the poor potato, and managed to brush his fingers up against it. The blonde smirked triumphantly and leaned further into Zoro until he could get his pointer finger, middle finger, and thumb wrapped around the one misshapen end.

"So... how long until supper is ready?" Chopper fidgeted nervously while watching Sanji intently.

"Not long..." Zoro growled lowly as Sanji's long fingers wrapped around the vegetable.

"Ten minutes if this dumb ass gives me the fucking potato!" Sanji snarled out as he managed to get a firm hold on the potato.

"Alright... call me when it's ready. I'll be in the clinic making up some new antidotes and medicines." Chopper practically skipped out of the kitchen at the thought of a home cooked meal.

Zoro smirked devilishly as the young teen took off to his office. He knew most of Chopper's habits, especially how the young doctor tended to lose track of time when he worked. The thought of messing around with Sanji's sexuality made his stomach flutter nauseatingly. It was definitely time for some payback.

"Chopper's gone now..." Zoro stated almost absentmindedly.

"I know that dick head, now give me the fucking potato!" Sanji pulled at the potato with half of his strength, hoping for the vegetable to come loose somehow.

"Why should I?" Zoro teased. The blonde glared down at him only to see the playful and devilish look that graced the swordsman's features.

Sanji stiffened slightly at that look. It sent a small chill down his spine but he forced himself not to shiver. Zoro tilted on their perfect balance just enough to send them to the floor together. There was a light squeak noise that slipped past the blonde's mouth and Zoro sat there with a passive look before bursting out laughing.

"What the hell's so god damn funny dickhead?" Sanji yelled angrily.

"Y-your s-s-s-squeak!" Zoro had issues getting the words out for laughing maniacally.

"So what?" Sanji shot back, his face turning red with embarrassment.

"It... it was so... so... so..." Zoro couldn't manage to get the last word out for laughing.

"It was what? Stupid? Hilarious? Fucked up? So the fuck what! I don't give a shit!" Sanji growled angrily.

"No... it was... cute~" Zoro giggled between breaths.

"Cute? What the fuck? It wasn't cute like some la-" Sanji began to fume angrily before he had Zoro's lips smashed against his own.

The blonde tensed at the sudden contact, but didn't push away. Zoro inched closer as he found more and more interest in the cook's mouth. Sanji barely responded, but he had responded without being drunk. Their few seconds of kissing felt like an eternity for both of them when Zoro had to pull away to catch his breath.

Sanji sat there rather blankly with his mouth parted ever-so-slightly. His cheeks were slightly pink, but it wasn't from the embarrassment of before. This time it was from his strange affection towards the swordsman. The blonde held his breath for a second when Zoro shifted in his sitting position, but was soon pressed back into the tiles by another kiss. Their kiss was more active and needy than the first one. It sent a shiver down the blonde's spine.

~!~

Zoro had been so distracted with shutting the cook up for once when he kissed him that he didn't do much. It wasn't until the second kiss that he realized what exactly had been going on. Sanji seemed to take it extremely well, so Zoro pushed further. He licked at the blonde's bottom lip encouragingly until Sanji parted them enough for the swordsman to get better access. He plunged his tongue into Sanji's mouth playfully at first and then more feverishly after a quick breath of air.

Sanji growled somewhere deep in his throat from the contact that sent light shivers of pleasure through his body. The blonde had always been bisexual, but he seemed to chase skirts more than pants every day. He thought that girls were too delicate to hurt, so he secretly watched certain men that seemed to catch his eye. Zoro hadn't caught his eye at first.

The swordsman didn't hit home on his radar the moment they met. It was more gradual and over time as he began to watch Zoro more carefully for fear of getting tackled every five seconds. He had only began to catch Sanji's sexual attention just a couple of days ago when Zoro had pinned him to the counter threateningly while he was trying to get a glass of water for a headache. With the swordsman that close to him, he had managed to pick out the small details in Zoro's face. Like how Zoro's face looked sharper and more dangerous up close than it did from further back. It was that sense of impending danger that had pulled the cook closer and closer to the swordsman. He had always been a sucker for bad-ass characters and Zoro pretty much fit the bill.

Sanji was whipped out of his own reminiscing and thoughts when there was a sharp tug at his belt. Within the few moments that he had gotten lost in his own mind, Sanji had been stripped of his shirt and the swordsman was tugging at his belt without unlatching it. "At least the stupid marimo has some control." Sanji thought was blown out the door when the swordsman started to fumble with his buckle while nipping lightly along his collarbone.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Sanji spluttered out inelegantly.

"What?" Zoro's low baritone seemed to rumble against Sanji's neck challengingly.

"Wait, I'm not-" Sanji was cut off when the swordsman pushed his lips against the blonde's.

Zoro broke away for only a few seconds to speak. "I won't do anything, yet." He drew out the last word teasingly before taking Sanji's mouth into another breathtaking kiss.

Sanji groaned instinctively when Zoro broke the kiss for the last time. He licked his lips impulsively afterward as well. Zoro pulled him off the floor and against his chest when the cook just sat there dazed. For being forced upon for the second time tonight, Sanji was doing exceptionally well right now. The swordsman had been expecting to be kicked or attacked right after he was done messing around and taking his time.

"Supper?" Zoro asked with a raised eyebrow as he handed the misshapen potato and discarded shirt to Sanji willingly.

"Yeah... supper..." Sanji muttered before pulling his shirt back on and getting to work on making the simple dish he had planned earlier.

~!~

It hadn't taken Sanji and Zoro too long to get the pot of soup finished. He poured out three even bowls and there was some extra left in the pot. After calling Chopper, all three of them sat down at the table to eat. They shared a few stories back and forth during their random conversations about everything and anything.

"I'll clean up." Sanji offered as Chopper yawned sleepily. "You go to sleep so you can be up on time tomorrow morning."

He ushered the younger teen off to bed before plucking the empty dishes off the table and heading for the kitchen. Zoro had gone missing just after they had finished eating and hadn't come back for a while. Sanji whisked into the kitchen with long strides only to find the swordsman putting away the leftovers.

"So this is where you disappeared to." Sanji huffed as he slid the dishes into the sink and ran a sink-full of soapy water.

"I got lost when I tried to come back from the bathroom." Zoro mumbled. "This is where I ended up."

Sanji sighed exhaustively. "How the hell do you have enough energy to run around for ten minutes aimlessly? I'm already done for and I barely moved from the seat."

"You're excusable." Zoro explained. "You've been injured quite a number of times this week and haven't gotten much rest from waking up early every morning. So I can understand why you're so tired compared to how I am right now."

"I still should have something left in me." Sanji grumbled.

"You could be just exhausted from the stress that was put on you today. Starting from the time we were kicked out till now." Zoro pointed out.

"Yeah... that didn't help at all." Sanji nodded as he washed the last dirty dish. Zoro had come and helped by drying the dishes just to speed up the process a bit.

They finished putting away the dishes, wiping down the surfaces, and setting up a few things for breakfast tomorrow just as the clock hit ten o'clock. Sanji wiped at his eyes sleepily before walking to the bedroom. The way he swayed when he walked was amplified the more tired, drunk, or injured he got. It looked almost as if he was having issues staying on his feet. Zoro stalked after him quietly, watching him move along almost as if he wasn't even stepping on the carpet even though he swayed so much.

"So... where are you sleeping and where am I sleeping? You can have the be-" Zoro started to ask questions when they reached the bedroom door.

"The bed..." Sanji grumbled out sleepily before opening the door and face-planting himself onto the bed.

Zoro looked at the blonde as if he was screaming profanities at him in at least ten different languages. It wasn't usual for the blonde to ask him to bed. Sanji hit the bed and growled deep in his throat from the amount of pressure that had been lifted when he laid down on the soft mattress. The swordsman shrugged off the thoughts that seemed to travel south before sliding onto the bed and pulling both himself and the cook under the covers.

Sanji sighed almost in relief as he was pulled into a warm embrace as well as under the covers. Zoro wrapped his arms around the cook's midsection and spooned him under the covers. He was warm and comfortable, so Sanji fell into a deep, comfortable sleep moments later. The swordsman took only a few minutes longer until he too fell asleep.

~!~

Chopper had gotten up later that night to get a glass of water and passed their open door to find them sleeping together. He thought nothing of it as he sleepily trudged his way into the bathroom. After coming back out and passing the room again only to find Zoro practically digging his nose into Sanji's hair, the younger teen nearly spit his drink out in surprise. Now he understood why they had come to his house together instead of going their separate ways. When he thought about it, the whole thing had been obvious from the start. No matter which way you looked at it.