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If spring had a name it would definitely be Sanji.

Sanji, five letters and one meaning.

But what precisely did Sanji mean?

Sanji could refer to the number three in Japanese, san, because of his position as the third son.

But Sanji also meant praise and compliment, the blond used to shower people who really deserved it for him with praise, but he never complimented him, what did he think of Zoro?

But maybe that was what made him different and special.

And once again we came back to the original point, Sanji what did it mean?

It had not only a positive meaning but also a negative one; Sanji meant disaster, tragedy and accident.

So what did all this mean? Who was Sanji?

Who was Sanji to Zoro?

He could stand there thinking about it for hours but he would never get there. He could observe him or try to pull some answer out of him, but nothing.

Then only Zoro could give him a meaning, the meaning of spring.

Spring began in March, coincidentally the very month in which he was born.

Spring was the first of four seasons, and of course for Zoro, he always came first.

Spring held many meanings, it was considered romantic but at the same time it was harmless and delicate.

Yet Sanji's skin was really soft and delicate, when Zoro touched it he could not believe that it could belong to a boy.

At that point we found ourselves in an even more inner, more psychological meaning, spring was considered one of the most powerful times of the year with the terms of hope and vitality. Spring was flowers, a cherry tree, completely covered in pink petals.

For a moment Zoro imagined his companion sitting on a flowery meadow. The colors, every kind, looked great worn by Sanji, each color fitting him perfectly.

Then he finally came to his answer, as spring meant joy and happiness Sanji also expressed it with sweet smiles, there was something much stronger inside him that would come out sooner or later.

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The blond man's long, soft fingers wrapped around the cigarette, dragging it to his lips to inhale the tobacco. Those rosy, soft lips his companion had tasted a few hours earlier.

He stared at him from behind the counter of the bar where he worked, his eyes so glued to his body that he could suck the soul out of him.

A faint dark smoke left his lips, he turned to him and smiled before raising his hand and calling out to him, the gesture was so unexpected that Zoro blushed and hurriedly ducked behind the counter so as not to be seen, "that bastard, who gave him permission to smile like that?"

He cleared his throat before walking over to him, obviously the blond man had realized the situation Zoro was in and loved looking at his embarrassed face.

He signaled for him to come closer and smiled again, "Mr. Sexy Waiter can you kindly bring me a tea, please?"

He slid his hands down his white shirt, it was slightly unbuttoned and allowed a glimpse of his chest. Sanji did not hesitate to run his hand over it; if there had been more customers, they would surely have seen everything.

He swallowed the saliva and grasped his hand, at which point he brought his lips close to his ear, "If you want to provoke me you have to put your hand here."

He smiled moving the blond's hand to his pants. Red in the face he immediately took it off and tapped him on the shoulder, "you jerk, what the hell are you doing? We're in public!"

He glared at him and turned his head away so as not to point out the blush. Zoro shortly afterwards brought him tea, strange but that rosy liquid was really delicious. Zoro used to pour it inside a peculiar cup, it had little flower reliefs complete with a matching saucer. Only because it was meant for Sanji and of course it was really good.

As much of an asshole as he was, the man was really a good person. Sanji spent almost every afternoon with him, the anxiety that the other might get lost nagging him every time. He definitely did not want to leave him alone.

When the time finally came to leave the place in the hands of his colleague, the green one ran to get some sweets from the display case, only to bring them to the younger one.

"Are you ready?"
Zoro walked toward him with an envelope in his hands and a small blue box in the other. "What is it?"

He said nothing, simply handed it to him, "is it for me?"

The blond smiled as he grabbed the small object. Inside was a small pastry in the shape of a toque blance, from the French chef's hat.

His eyes lit up and he immediately took a bite of the pastry, "it's so good, where did you get it?"
The other in response hinted a smile and rested an arm on his shoulder to take it out, "I asked our chef to help me prepare it."

He scratched the back of his head, he was not used to doing romantic things but it was obvious that the blond really liked that kind of thing.

He was so pleased that he kissed his lips, leaving the cream on them. Of course he put it back in his mouth, kissing him again, "To what do I owe all this sweetness?"

He gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head; he certainly couldn't say he was doing it because he was jealous of that Ace.
He was so jealous that he could have showered him with gifts and sweetness, he would have even learned to cook spicy seafood pasta for him, his favorite food.

He did not answer her question, simply looked away, the blond man's face at that moment was too cute and he just wanted to jump on him. "Zoro," the companion's sweet voice boomed like a whisper in his ear, "give me your hand."

It was strange that Sanji wanted to give him his hand, it was probably due to the gift and so he finally figured out what to do.

If that was the only way not to lose him, he would have made it to the ends of the earth.

He could not look him in the face, could not even speak to him. He simply walked beside him, Sanji hummed and kept talking to him about what he wanted to cook for dinner.

Was this really what love was? His heart was beating so fast that he could not restrain his desires, he wanted to kiss him, to touch him, to feel him; so much so that to restrain himself he was beginning to sweat.

What had made him realize that he wanted him? That he loved him? What had he realized? He had no idea and did not know how to express it.

He released a sigh that helped him calm down. He had to understand his feelings before he revealed them to the blond, and he had to understand them very quickly, since he was not the only one running around the track.

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"What?" After a very good and noisy dinner, finally Usopp, Rufy, and Chopper were sleeping. The youngest but also the loudest, luckily they fell asleep immediately after dinner; Zoro also fell asleep very easily but tried to stay awake to help Sanji.

Sanji was always the last one to go to sleep, after cooking he would clean the kitchen and the main rooms, living room, dining room. After a while Zoro decided that he would stay awake with him and help him, so they would sleep together even though the other kept telling him that he already had his own bed.

"Zoro will you stop staring at me?" They sat around the table waiting for Nami to arrive, as grown-up and responsible a girl as she was, Sanji wanted to make sure he got home safely.

"I want to have sex in the tub." The cigarette fell out of his mouth, littering the table with ashes, "you-are-you nuts? We don't even have a tub!"

The words came out in sobs because of embarrassment, his face turned red very easily, which only made him cuter.

Zoro by now was already imagining the whole moment with the blond. "Stupid marimo stop making that perverted face!"

"Face? What face?" He stared at him, a small grin on his face. His mind was already in the tub with a Sanji moving on top of him.

Perhaps he was imagining too much, and the erection between his legs was the answer.

"Cook," he called him softly, "how about repaying the sweetness I offered you?"

There was no need to add more, the blond had already understood what he was referring to.

He slid his body under the table and walked over to Zoro's pants, looking down at him, "you look very kinky from up here."

He licked his lips and stroked the blond strands adorning his companion's head with his hand.

"Shut up, you stupid marimo." He lowered his zipper causing his member to pop out; he wore no underwear and because of that it bounced straight up into his face.

"You-" an explosion of red and pink colors formed on his face, "why aren't you wearing underwear?"

He shrugged, "Why should I? You're the only one who unbuttoned my pants."

Zoro's provocations continued without stopping for a moment, and Sanji could not get used to them.

Sweet and romantic Zoro had disappeared into thin air.

The blond wrapped his hands around his intimacy and began making motions with his hands from top to bottom before engulfing him inside his mouth.

His tongue slid along the shaft until he reached the tip, which he tickled, just the way he liked it.

"Fuck, cook," he brought his head back resting his back on the chair, his companion knew perfectly well all his weak points and all the points that satisfied him. There was no part of their body that they did not know.

Sanji looked down at him with a red face, tears at the sides of his eyes and seminal fluid flowing from his lips, a divine vision in the tan man's eyes.

He opened his eyes wide when he felt Zoro's member enlarge inside his mouth, at which point he could no longer hold his size and began to cough.

"Cook."

He called out to him; he was sweating and his eyes were covered with desire.

He grabbed the blond man's hand and forced him on top of him, "Zoro..."

He was breathless and his eyes were filled with tears, his cheeks were red and his hair still messed up.

He wrapped his arms around his neck and hugged him, "don't move, let's stay like this for a minute."

The suggestion was rather strange, why did Sanji want to stay hugging him?

The truth was that Zoro's warmth was medicine for him, looking at him, touching him or hugging him.

Anything as long as it was done by him.

And the problem was that he didn't understand why.

EXTRA SCENE

"I don't believe it," the residents of the house's eyes went wide, the bathroom had been made larger and a detail had been added, a bathtub with a shower.

"Did he seriously have a tub installed? And the bathroom has gotten fatter!" Sanji looked wordlessly around the room, the cause of the 'damage' rested a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Now you can't escape."