The dim lights in the restaurant gave a warm glow across the table. In the corner of the restaurant, Sanji sat back comfortably with a glass of Chardonnay in his hand. He watched Usopp and Law, who sat at a nearby booth in deep conversation. Zoro, whom Sanji had dragged along, sat adjacent to him and let out an annoyed huff.
"Why are we here?" Zoro grumbled before he took a deep drink from his grog.
Sanji sighed and took a drag from his cigarette before indicating with his head towards Usopp, "Chaperoning, Mosshead. Did you forget already?"
Zoro harrumphed, and silence loomed over them. "He's an adult. He can handle himself."
"You know damn well that if anything were to happen to him, you'd be the first one by his side, swords swinging."
"'s my job," Zoro dismissed with a wave.
Sanji raised an eyebrow, "Don't tell Usopp that. You'll give him a complex." Sanji took a sip from his wine. "The poor kid has enough of them."
Zoro snorted and finished his grog before motioning for the waitress to bring him more. The clinking of glasses and hum of conversation filled the air as they sat in comfortable silence.
Sanji pursed his lips as he continued to watch Usopp and Law and soon found himself wondering if anything would come from this date. He knew that Usopp had a crush on the mysterious doctor ever since he got over being terrified of him. From where Sanji stood, it seemed that Law was starting to reciprocate his feelings. It was nice to see, even if it meant he had to spend the night chaperoning with Mosshead.
"Oh, my god," a grating voice suddenly called out nearby, catching both of their attention. "Is that Roronoa Zoro and Black Leg Sanji?"
Sanji shot the group a slight smirk, but he couldn't help but allow his gaze to gravitate to Zoro when a sudden burst of tension settled between them. It wasn't uncommon for them to be recognised, being on Luffy's crew pretty much guaranteed it, but Zoro's sudden reaction was.
His hand tightened on his pint, and his eyes were widened slightly. Sanji had never seen him react like that before; it was uncharacteristic for someone who usually brushed off such attention or played into it, depending on the situation.
"Oi, what's your problem?!" Sanji snapped and shoved at the swordsman's shoulder.
Zoro shrugged him off. "Nothing," and guzzled his grog before he slammed the empty pint on the table.
"Idiot Mosshead, what—"
"Yeah, that's them." A deep, snobbish voice had responded to their friend. "I hooked up with Roronoa last night. He was the worst lay of my life."
Sanji's visible eyebrow shot up towards his hairline, and he turned back to Zoro with a shit-eating grin, ready to tease him about being the 'worst lay of someone's life', but he stopped in his tracks when he saw Zoro's tense posture and flushed cheeks. His hand shook from how hard he gripped his empty pint, and his eyes were focused on the table before him.
There was movement from where Usopp sat, causing him to look up. Usopp was slowly rising to his feet, his expression dark. Law had a firm hold on his shoulder to keep him from confronting the men.
The raucous laughter from the group of men grated in Sanji's ears as one of the guy's friends piped up, "So, there is a sword he isn't good with?"
"Yup! I can't believe it," the snobbish voice replied, full of mockery.
Sanji would have been on the floor laughing if they had been in any other situation because that had been a good burn. However, he found himself with his hand too tight around the wine glass and the fingers of his other hand twisted in his pants leg. A flash of white-hot anger flowed through him, threatening to boil over when a loud bang drew attention away from the men.
Usopp had managed to shake off Law's hold and was standing, ready to confront them. "Yo, Assholes."
"Shit," Sanji muttered under his breath as he quickly stood up from his seat, bracing himself to get between Usopp and the men. However, before he could intervene, Law had already stepped in.
"God-ya, don't," Law warned, moving to stand between Usopp and the men.
"I can't just sit here and listen to them talk shit about Zoro like that," Usopp snarled, staring daggers at the group of men who insulted his crewmate.
"What's the matter, Longnose?" The man sneered, an ugly smirk plastered on his face. "Can't handle the truth about your friend?"
"You wouldn't know the truth if it crawled out your ass and bit you in the balls."
"Good boy, Usopp," Sanji muttered to himself, feeling a rush of affection towards the boy. He could see that Zoro also approved because despite how embarrassed he still looked, there was a slight smirk on his face.
"Come now, don't be so sensitive," another man chimed in with feigned innocence. "We were just having a bit of fun."
"Fun?" Usopp repeated incredulously, his blood boiling. "Insulting people is fun to you? You people are pathetic."
"Think about where we are," Law hissed, glancing around the restaurant to where they were gaining the attention of the patrons. "Starting a fight here isn't going to help anyone."
He ignored Law. "Say whatever you want about me," Usopp said, his voice low and dangerous. "But don't you dare disrespect my friends!"
"Or what?" the man challenged, clearly unfazed by Usopp's defiance.
"Or you'll find out just how good I am with a slingshot," Usopp threatened, the fire in his eyes daring them to test him.
"Alright, alright," one of the men said, raising his hands in mock surrender. We were just messing around. There's no need to get so riled up."
"Usopp," Law's voice sliced through the air like a sharp blade, causing Usopp to jolt and turn fiery glare on him. Law shot Usopp a warning look, but Usopp was too wound up to care. His body was tense like a coiled spring, and he turned to Sanji for guidance. Sanji shook his head subtly, signalling for Usopp to let it go. Usually, Sanji would allow the fight and even join in; however, now was not the time.
Usopp scoffed, but forced himself to take a deep breath and relax his tense stance. Slowly, he sat back in his seat. "Fine," Usopp's tone indicated that it was anything but.
Sanji sighed and sat back in his seat before downing the rest of his wine. "Fuck." He motioned to the waitress for another glass before turning to Zoro. "After this round, you ready to go? I think Usopp will be okay." Sanji's eyes slid towards the group of men who had settled themselves in a booth at the far end of the restaurant. "Those men might not be if Usopp gets away from Law, though." he mused.
Law, who had moved to sit beside Usopp at their table, caught his gaze and nodded in recognition before returning to Usopp and continuing their conversation. He had positioned himself to keep the men out of Usopp's line of sight, but Sanji knew he could handle it if Usopp decided to go after them again, however unlikely that would happen.
Zoro wouldn't even look at him, "Cook—"
"C'mon," Sanji's voice dropped as if he were coaxing a small deer to him. "Let's head back to the ship. This place sucks," he hopped out of his seat and nudged Zoro's arm with his hip. "I'll even bring out the good stuff."
"Why didn't you start with that!?" Zoro stood and stretched his arms over his head. "Let's go before you change your mind, Number Four."
"I told you to stop calling me that, Shitty swordsman!"
~o0o~
The walk back to the Sunny was unbearably quiet. Sanji didn't even have it in him to start a fight with Zoro, just to help burn off some of the extra stress. He was curious, however, and desperately wanted to bring up what happened at the restaurant.
"Oi, Marimo," he finally said, unable to bear the quiet any longer.
"Let it go," Zoro said tersely.
Sanji sighed, "I would love nothing more, shitty bastard, but this is clearly upsetting you."
They'd embarked on Sunny and went straight to the Aquarium, where Sanji began searching for the grog he'd been saving for a rough day. After rummaging in the depths of the bar, he finally found it hidden behind some bottles of wine— a spot he knew Zoro wouldn't have bothered to check. However, he would now have to find a new place for the grog lest Zoro drink it all. He motioned for Zoro to sit at the bar and poured him a generous glass before pouring a smaller amount for himself.
Zoro downed it in one go.
"Oh boy," Sanji muttered under his breath.
Zoro held out his glass for a refill, and Sanji eyed it dubiously, "Mosshead…"
"Princess," Zoro snapped.
Sanji let out an exasperated sigh as he refilled Zoro's glass. Zoro takes his time with that one. Well, compared to the first one, that is.
"Y-know—" They'd been drinking for a while, and the silence was starting to itch at Sanji.
"Spare me," was Zoro's cold reply, but that didn't deter him, He knew Zoro was just embarrassed.
"Alright, fine," Sanji relented after a brief pause. Another beat of awkward silence passed before Sanji couldn't take it anymore. "Can I just say one thing…""
Zoro groaned and hid his face in the crook of his elbow, clearly not wanted to hear whatever Sanji was about to ask.
Sanji placed his glass on the bar with a click and leaned his elbows on its smooth surface. He gave Zoro a playful smile. "Look," Sanji began, meeting Zoro's piercing eyes. "It just takes practice."
Zoro nearly choked on his drink, his eyes widening in shock. Sanji fought back a smirk, knowing he'd caught him off guard. "... What are you talking about?" Zoro managed to stutter out.
"Well, y'know," Sanji shrugged nonchalantly, swirling the ice in his glass. "Sex."
Zoro's face turned a bright shade of red, and Sanji couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. "We're friends, aren't we? Why can't we talk about stuff like this?"
"We're not friends," Zoro spat out the word like it was something dirty, but Sanji knew that wasn't entirely true. They may argue and fight constantly, but they were also nakama and have been through thick and thin together, that didn't mean nothing.
Sanji gave Zoro an unimpressed look. "Nakama, whatever."
"Have you thought," Zoro snarls, "that I don't want to talk about 'stuff like this'?"
Sanji's expression remained unimpressed as he took another drag from his cigarette. This was their dynamic— they pushed each other's buttons and got into arguments, but at the end of the day they always worked it out and moved on. "If you think this makes me uncomfortable, don't." Sanji took a deep drag as if to emphasize his point. "We can stop if you really don't want to talk about it, though."
Zoro seemed to mull it over briefly before sighing and waving his hand in a 'you were saying?' motion.
"It takes practice, Mosshead." The smoke from his cigarette curled and swirled around him. He exhaled slowly, watching the wisps dissipate into the air before turning back to Zoro. "You weren't perfect the first time you picked up a sword, so why would sex be any different?"
Zoro's frown deepened, his brow furrowing as he took another sip of his pint. "Who would want to be with me...if I'm-" He trailed off, not wanting to say the word out loud.
Sanji let out an inward groan. A self-conscious mosshead, just what he needed. "If what I am about to say ever leaves this room, I will kill you," he warned, leaning in closer to Zoro. "And listen good because I am only saying this once."
Zoro merely raised an eyebrow at him.
Sanji closed his eyes for a moment before taking a long drink from his glass. "Have you seen yourself?" he asked, gesturing towards Zoro's muscular frame. "People are always throwing themselves at you. It's disgusting." He took another gulp of his drink, trying to ignore the twinge of jealousy in his gut. "Anyone who wants in your pants would be dying to tutor you," he muttered bitterly as he reached for another bottle of grog.
He could feel Zoro's intense gaze on him as he worked to open the new bottle. "I just think if you found someone you liked and they liked you back, they'd be willing to help you," Sanji explained, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside him. "And it's nothing to be ashamed of, Mosshead. We all start somewhere."
A hush fell over the room as Sanji poured a generous amount of grog into Zoro's cup. They sat in silence for a moment until Zoro spoke up, his voice low and hesitant. "Last week, when Usopp asked, you said you had been with others before, right?"
Sanji paused, his hands momentarily still as he processed the question. "I mean, yeah," he replied nonchalantly. "Some hookups here and there, why?" He resumed pouring grog, trying to keep his tone casual.
Uncertainty flickered across Zoro's face before being replaced by determination. "Would you," he started, meeting Sanji's gaze head on. "Do you have any advice?"
Sanji's brows furrow in confusion. "Advice? On what?"
Zoro took a sip from his cup before answering. "On sex."
The cigarette hanging between Sanji's lips nearly fell out as he choked in surprise. "Wha—" he sputtered.
A dark shadow crossed over Zoro's features before it became emotionless once again. "Forget it," he said coldly as he stood up and grabbed the half-empty bottle of grog. "I knew this conversation was a mistake. A waste of time—"
But before he could leave, Sanji reached out to grab Zoro's wrist. "Hey, wait, Mosshead," he said urgently. "It's okay."
Zoro stopped in his tracks, hesitating before turning back to face Sanji. The blonde cook swallowed nervously, half wishing he had just let Zoro go. "I was...caught off guard," he admitted sheepishly. "Sit down. I'll answer your questions."
Zoro settled back onto his barstool, his relaxed posture exuding a confidence and ease he hadn't exhibited earlier in their conversation. Sanji resumed his position behind the counter, feeling a slight flutter in his stomach at the sight of Zoro's broad shoulders and strong jawline.
"The major thing is to be a giving lover. Focus on their pleasure rather than yours." The air between them was charged with anticipation, both slightly tipsy and uncharacteristically vulnerable. Sanji couldn't help but find Zoro's tipsiness endearing, a rare sight for the usually stoic swordsman, nor the rush of excitement mixed with nervousness in his chest.
He took a shaky drag from his cigarette, trying to appear nonchalant despite the fluttering in his stomach. "That's...that is really all I can give you?"
There was a flash of disappointment on Zoro's face before he quickly masked it. "It's just one of those things," he said with a small shrug. "You know...uh, it's easier to show rather than tell you." Sanji focused his gaze on the dancing octopi in the aquarium, anything to keep his eyes from Zoro's flushed face and handsome—
"Then show me," Zoro said suddenly, breaking through Sanji's thoughts.
Sanji froze, his mind coming to a screeching halt at the unexpected request.
What?
"What?" he repeated softly, turning to face Zoro. He was met with intense green eyes and wide pupils that made his heart skip a beat. The sight of Zoro's Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed only added to the heat building in Sanji's body.
Zoro's gaze trailed down Sanji's body, making him feel hot all over. "Show me," he repeated again, this time more urgently. Heat rushed through Sanji's veins at the intensity of Zoro's gaze and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe and his brain sputtered as he tried to process Zoro's request.
Was he really asking what Sanji thought he was? Could he handle it? He should stop this. He should stop right now. They were both tipsy and were not thinking straight.
I'm definitely not thinking straight; his mind is supplied, unable to stop himself from getting lost in Zoro's eyes.
His mind was a jumbled mess as he found himself getting lost in Zoro's piercing gaze. A part of him knew this was wrong, a terrible idea that could only lead to trouble. But the other part of him was drawn to Zoro like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the pull towards danger.
And yet. And yet.
As much as he wanted to say no, his traitorous voice asked, "Are you sure?" His body ached for the warmth radiating from Zoro's frame, an undeniable desire growing within him.
Idiot! Back out, back out now! This is a bad idea!
He could feel Zoro's breath ghost upon his face, and he nodded, licking his lips, and Sanji was fucked.
Zoro's raspy response only solidified it. "Yes," he growled, "Show me."
Sanji could have sworn his heart stopped beating at those words.
With a tight grip on a wine bottle, Sanji emerged from behind the counter. "C'mon," he urged, striding forward before he lost his nerve. "Let's go to the crow's nest."
Sanji looked over his shoulder, searching for any sign of hesitation or resistance from Zoro.
Please take it because I don't have the self-control to say no to something I've wanted for so long.
"You coming?"
Zoro stared back at him, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. But then, with a heavy sigh, Zoro rose to his feet and made his way towards Sanji, crushing whatever faint remnants of willpower he may have had left.
~o0o~
With each step up the narrow ladder, Sanji's mind was filled with a constant chant of "show me, show me." The words echoed in his head, bouncing off the walls of his skull.
He's just looking for some advice and wants to get some help from a friend; that's all this is.
And still, Sanji couldn't help but be selfish in that moment. He knew he'd probably regret it in the morning, but how could he say no to this? How could he ever say no to Zoro?
He didn't even realize he had been lost in thought until Zoro's voice broke through his reverie.
"Oi?" he asked, peering at Sanji with a mix of wariness and curiosity on his face. His eyes scanned over the swordsman's face, picking up on the mix of emotions that played across it. With a quick shake of his head, Sanji cleared away the fog in his mind and adjusted his stance.
"So, how did you wanna do this?" His tone was carefully neutral, trying not to show his own eagerness. He knew that discussing preferences and boundaries was an important step with any partner in bed, and it was important for him to model it for Zoro.
Zoro seemed unsure, swaying slightly on his feet. A light pink flush spread across his cheeks, making him look endearingly vulnerable. Shamefully, Sanji couldn't help but imagine what Zoro would look like moaning and flushed in the throes of passion. The thought alone was enough to stir up desire within him.
"Aren't you supposed to be the expert?" Zoro asked, breaking through Sanji's lustful thoughts.
Sanji let out a huff, a small smile playing on his lips. His sharp gaze trailed over Zoro's muscular frame, clad in that sinful robe that left little to the imagination. A surge of longing coursed through him, and all he wanted was to push Zoro up against the nearest wall and kiss him until they were both breathless. But he didn't know if Zoro wanted that too.
"How about this?" Sanji suggested, trying to keep his voice casual. "We can just sit on the mats and I'll grab some lube." Zoro's eyes widened at the mention of lube, causing Sanji to panic and blurt out, "We don't have to do anything too crazy! I just got it as a precaution and—"
His words trailed off when Zoro burst out laughing for the first time that night. At first, it was small chuckles and giggles - sounds that Sanji never thought he'd hear from the stoic swordsman - but soon it grew into full-blown head thrown back laughter. It was frustrating how beautiful and breathtaking it all was. How beautiful and breathtaking Zoro was.
Caught off guard by this unexpected display of emotion from Zoro, Sanji could only ask in confusion, "What's so funny?"
Zoro couldn't help but shake his head, the lingering laughter fading from his lips as a small smile remained highlighting the mischievous glint in his eyes. "You're an idiot," he teased, unable to contain the fondness in his voice.
Sanji raised an eyebrow, playfully offended. "You sure know how to flatter a guy." He confidently closed the distance between them, stepping into Zoro's personal space with a smirk.
Zoro's expression shifted from amusement to awe as Sanji placed his hands on the man's waist. Their eyes locked, blue meeting green, and Sanji could feel Zoro's heart racing beneath his palms. "Zoro," he said softly, his voice laced with desire. "Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me to touch you like this?" A sense of vulnerability and need laced his words. "I need to know."
Zoro's tongue darted out between his lips, causing Sanji's heart to skip a beat. After what felt like an eternity, Zoro gave a small nod and whispered, "Yes. I'm sure."
"Okay," Sanji replied, his voice rough with desire. "Go lie down on the mat." He could have sworn he saw a faint shudder run through Zoro's body at the request.
He retrieved the lube from one of the drawers beneath the benches and almost dropped it when he returned to the mats.
Zoro was already lying across them, his hands moving over himself through his dark pants. The sight of him, head tilted back, eyes closed and lips parted, made Sanji's cock stir in his slacks
God, he's gorgeous. Sanji thought as he kneeled beside the mat.
"Starting without me?" He teasingly asked, his voice deep and husky as he watched with satisfaction as Zoro's green eyes opened.
"Are you complaining?"
Sanji hummed and tried to make himself look more confident than he was actually feeling. "Just thought I'd be the one touching you," he said. He adjusted himself to lay down next to Zoro, nestled against his side. As soon as the words left his mouth, Zoro's hand stopped moving and he smirked at Sanji. The cook felt a shiver run down his spine; he was certain he would die from the intensity of Zoro's gaze.
Sanji swallowed heavily and undid his own fly before tentatively grazing his hand across Zoro's groin. Zoro lets out a sharp intake of breath, and Sanji's only thought is that he wants to see Zoro become completely undone— wants to see him lose his mind to pleasure, wants to see him come because of him. "Is this okay?"
Zoro nods his head in agreement.
"I want to see you," Sanji manages to say, as he continues to palm himself. Zoro wastes no time and quickly undoes the buttons on his pants, revealing a fully erect and glistening cock. Sanji can't help but drool at the sight of it.
Without any finesse, Sanji grabs the lube and coats his hand before stroking Zoro's length with slow, teasing movements. "Everyone has different preferences when it comes to being touched," he reminds Zoro. "What I enjoy may be different from what you like."
Sanji gripped Zoro in his hand and began to give him slow, teasing pumps. "Remember, if you want something different, it's important to communicate that with your partner." Sanji explains as he takes hold of Zoro's member and begins to stroke it slowly and teasingly. "Remember, communication is key when it comes to satisfying your partner's needs."
Zoro's breath was shaky, and Sanji wanted to give him everything, to ruin him completely, but he knew that wasn't what Zoro wanted from him.
"I'll do it on you for a bit, and then you can try it on me." Zoro nodded in agreement, his trembling hand reaching under Sanji's to retrieve the lube.
With one hand occupied, Sanji used the other to remove his own pants and underwear, already semi-aroused."Take your time, there's no rush. And if you want to stop at any point, just let me know."
Zoro never hesitated, as was his nature, and Sanji should have expected nothing less. Within seconds, Zoro's hand was on Sanji's cock, stroking it with a firm grip.
Sanji closed his eyes for a brief second and knew he was screwed. "Shit, Zoro." It vaguely occurred to him that he was the worst person Zoro could have possibly asked. It was Zoro, so Sanji knew it would already be the best experience for him, even if he needed practice. His grip on Zoro tightened, and the strokes became firmer and less teasing.
"S-cook," Zoro moaned, and it was music to Sanji's ears.
"Tighten your fist," Sanji suggested and turned his head to get a better view of Zoro's face. Zoro followed Sanji's advice, and he let out a moan. "Yes, just like that. You're so good, being so good for me."
Zoro's cock jerked and twitched in Sanji's hand at the praise, and he took a mental note of it. He would definitely do that a lot if the reaction was that.
"Cook—"
"Pick up the pace a little bit—yes, yes, just like that—and watch how I flick my wrist like this—" Zoro let out a stifled moan and bit his lip to keep the sound from escaping, and that just wouldn't do.
Sanji's strokes become faster, and he threw all reason out the window. He was less focused on his own pleasure—all he wanted to do was make a mess of Zoro. "C'mon —wanna hear you, you sound so good—" Zoro let out a sound close to a whimper. "—you're making me feel so good, doing such a good job—"
Zoro's strokes became faster on his cock, and Sanji knew if he kept making noises like that, it'd be over soon. Sanji doubled his efforts, leaning down to whisper in Zoro's ear, "Wanna see you come, Zoro, wanna see you come all over my hand, wanna see you lose it, c'mon—"
"Cook, please—"
"It's so good, so good for me, Zoro—" and then Zoro let out a choked cry, his cock jerking in Sanji's hand, and it was beautiful. It was everything Sanji had ever wanted and dreamed of, and it was real.
"Shit, oh god, Zoro, I'm—I'm gonna—" With two more strokes from Zoro's hand, Sanji reached his climax, leaving a mess on Zoro's fingers.
They both quivered in the aftermath, their heavy breathing filling the silence.
God, how could anyone ever hate that?
He stood up and retrieved a few washcloths from a drawer under the bench, using them to clean themselves up, lost in his thoughts.
Zoro may have been slightly inexperienced, but that didn't necessarily mean he was bad at what he did. And yes, Sanji may have some bias due to his long-standing crush on Zoro, but-
"Thank you," Zoro spoke softly and tentatively, as if he were walking on eggshells and Sanji's whole world froze.
He settled back on the mat with his heart in his throat. "For what?" Sanji asked.
There was a slight pause and a brief flash of apprehension over Zoro's face before it was gone. "For—teaching me."
And it all came crashing down on Sanji at once—the fact that it hadn't been real. Zoro just wanted to be guided, and because Sanji is his friend, he chose him to help him through it. That was all there was to it, and Sanji felt like an idiot for thinking otherwise.
"You can always count on me," he said through choked breaths, trying to lighten the mood, but Zoro's next words made him freeze. "Do you think... we could do this again? Sometime?"
Sanji's heart skipped a beat at the thought of spending more nights like this with Zoro. Was that what he wanted? To spend more nights like this with Sanji?
And, well. Sanji couldn't exactly call himself a selfish man.
But I am a weak one.
"...Teaching you, you mean?" He couldn't believe how desperate he sounded, or that he would consider using Zoro in this way. But he pushed those thoughts aside.
To his surprise, Zoro's body language seemed to deflate for a moment. What was going on? "Yes," Zoro answered with a sudden turn of his back. "I would appreciate it if you taught me."
After some hesitation, Sanji made his decision and sealed his fate. He was relieved that Zoro wasn't looking at him, so he couldn't see the expression on his face. Clearing his throat, he responded, "I suppose that's fine with me."
A wave of exhaustion crashed into Sanji as he looked out the window and realised how late it was. He tried to get as comfortable as possible with his long-time crush sleeping on the same mat as him. He wanted to reach out to Zoro but knew he couldn't. And wasn't that always the theme of his life? Zoro was so close and within his reach, yet so far at the same time.
Sanji closed his eyes and let sleep wash over him like ocean waves. He pushed aside all his fears and anxiety for now, knowing he'd have to deal with them when he woke up, and so he slept.
~o0o~
When he woke up, Zoro was gone.
It shouldn't surprise Sanji, but it still stung. Guilt swarmed in his gut, knowing that last night was a mistake.
But it's the closest I'll ever get to him. He thought as he tried to ignore his feelings. He probably doesn't remember most of it, anyway.
Sanji couldn't lie to himself. Last night was one of the best nights of his life, and it hadn't even real.
With a sigh, he finally rose from the mat on the floor and stretched, wincing at the twinge in his back.
"I sent him off to bed," came a disembodied voice behind him, causing Sanji to jump up.
He turned around and was relieved to see Robin sitting on the bench, with a book and a steaming cup of tea on the windowsill behind her.
"Robin-chan, I didn't know you were here," he said with a sigh of relief.
She smiled at him and gestured toward the floor. "He left you a note," she informed him.
"Wh—" Sanji glanced down, and sure enough, half wrinkled under his shoe was a small ripped piece of paper. He knelt and picked it up, straightening it on his thigh before glancing at the sloppy handwriting.
Dear Pervert Cook,
I look forward to our next lesson.
Sincerely,
Zoro
Sanji's throat went dry.
I'm screwed.
May make this a longer fic, but it stands alone well on its own in either case.
Let me know what you think.
Thank you for reading,
Chandlure