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The first one takes place during his first night on the Going Merry. Perhaps because he was leaving the comfort of the Baratie and the unknown awakened emotions in him. In any case, the dream had been intense. Luckily for Sanji, no one had noticed.

The second takes place after Whiskey Peak. While the Straw Hats invited Vivi on the boat, after her revelations about Crocodile’s tyrant towards her kingdom, the night once again stirred memories in Sanji. This time, these groans of discomfort were heard by Luffy. It was an accident, the captain had been awakened by his empty stomach. In the gas and pampering for having to eat, his attention had turned to the hammock below him. Her cook, in fetal position, was wincing and moaning. His fists were clenched against him and Luffy had understood a few words including: please and I’ll be good. The next day, despite his natural innocence, Luffy knew he had to keep it a secret. He may have acted a little differently unintentionally, in particular by complimenting his food even more.

After Little Garden, Luffy notices a dynamic that he likes very much within his crew. The complicity is more and more visible. The five members and Vivi create habits between them. The captain does not always understand everything but he observes with amusement the human interactions between his comrades. Little Garden marked a turning point between them. As the Going Merry sails again, everyone, exhausted from their challenging fight, especially against Mister 3, breaks down on deck. Nami panics once again when she sees the blood leaving Zoro’s legs and screams to him to get medical attention. The swordsman is a little paler than usual because of the lost blood and, as they do not have a doctor yet, Sanji and Nami decide to do the job. The little knowledge they have allows them to make stitches and be sure that the wounds don’t become infected. After that, Zoro lets himself go to sleep on the sofa of the only room of the caravel. When Sanji and Nami enter the kitchen, they are greeted by Vivi and Usopp, worried. Luffy and Sanji were not present when Zoro cut his legs so naturally the cook asks:

"How did that idiot get hurt? The wounds were clean, like cuts. He almost lost his feet."

"We were stuck in the wax, Bushido-san said if the only solution was to cut off his legs so be it. He took his swords and started. If you had arrived a minute later, Luffy, he would have gone all the way..." Vivi replies in a strangled voice.

A little heavy silence settles in the kitchen. Luffy seems to be stoic but deep down, he is disturbed by the emotions he feels, which prevents him from reacting. Sanji grabs his package to light a cigarette. He is the last one to arrive on the crew and he does not yet fully know the people. He does not know if he is impressed or not by what he hears. Usopp has his mouth wide open, imagining the pain it must be to lose a limb of his body.

"Why do something so stupid?" Sanji asks, keeping his composure.

"He said it’s his job to protect the crew, no matter how and what it costs..."

"Zoro is just Zoro." Luffy laughs.

"Luffy! He could have died!" cried Nami, outraged at his captain’s lack of seriousness.

"Nah, Zoro is not going to die, he has a dream. But admit that you are all happy that he is there. I’m strong but I feel good with him on the boat." The confident little smile marks the fact that he’s right. Nami, Vivi and Usopp feel safe as soon as Zoro is around. It is a little different for Sanji, he cannot admit it because he has his pride as a strong man but, to see what the swordsman is able to sacrifice to protect others is remarkable, he can only secretly admit it.

As Zoro slept all day, thirst awakened him in the middle of the night. His dry mouth makes him wince and he stands up in the sofa before hissing, feeling a pain from his ankles. He lifts the blanket and notices that his bandages are tinged with red. He has to change them. But first he has to drink. Booze. He needs booze. The silence around him, tells him that everyone is sleeping. He hears the little snores of Luffy and Usopp drooling on his pillow. He looks at the small ladder and thinks he can do it, his stitches will hold. As he grabs the first bar, he is interrupted by moans behind him. Zoro turns around recognizing the voice of the cook and thinks that this pervert is having a naughty dream and that he will laugh at him the next day. But it is far from reality. Not "ahh" or "hmmm" but "please" and "let me out..." reach his ears. Zoro feels a little ashamed to witness this and quickly climbs the deck before Sanji wakes up. The swordsman is not the most gifted in feeling but he knows what a nightmare and modesty is. That’s why the next day, he keeps what he saw to himself.

Zoro realized that the cook seemed to have the same nightmare after Alabasta. Sanji had been playing with fire a bit, using this stupid code name "Mister Prince". Why do this... Why remember himself that he is a prince and where he comes from. It is only horror and suffering? He hurts himself sometimes, unconsciously. Suddenly, all this masquerade had triggered his childhood traumas and nightmares had returned.

Everyone slept in Cobra’s palace. The king of Alabasta offered them hospitality after what they had done for the country. Luffy had been asleep for three days, exhausted, overcome by fever and wounds. Zoro remained close to him, not leaving his bedside. Sanji didn’t want to be left behind. Fortunately, Luffy was almost in a coma, as the bickering of his two wings wouldn’t have helped his recovery. On the third night, Sanji fell asleep and fell on the bed next to Luffy. Zoro had once again witnessed his secret problem. As he fought himself against sleep, he saw Sanji clutching the sheets with distress and his body was shaking. His breathing had become irregular and once again he had murmured in his sleep. The words were clearer for Zoro, with a certain uneasiness in his stomach, he had recognized. "Please, let me out... I’ll be good...". Of course the swordsman had no context and he was surprised that someone as strong as Sanji - because yes even if he did not say it, he considered the cook as strong - could nightmare on something so… bad. He seemed, in his nightmare, to be... locked up.

He doesn’t know why, but Zoro had got up to sit between the two beds, staying close to Luffy but also to Sanji. His instinc as protector of the crew had returned hastily. He didn’t know what to do, wake the cook or not. He put a hand on his shoulder and it worked. Sanji slept normally afterwards.

Once again, the next day, Zoro had said nothing.

Unknowingly, Zoro and Sanji were protecting each other’s dignity. They were naturally aware that their appearance was important to them. Stay strong, not show weakness. Squabbling is one thing, attacking their vulnerability is off-limit. They both know that. Zoro witnessed several nights of Sanji’s nightmare. He still has no context but he says nothing. Sometimes he shakes Sanji’s shoulder, not enough to wake him up but enough to disturb him and stop his dreams. Sanji, if he sees Zoro having a knee on the ground, he doesn’t say anything. Especially not to the rest of the crew. He knows that he has to keep this image of a strong man who has sworn not to lose.

That’s why he prevented these two pirates from telling Luffy what Zoro had just done after his fight with Moria.

"Nothing happened".

It couldn’t say anything but for Sanji it was different. He knew what it meant.

Zoro had been awake for a day, the Sunny Go had not yet returned to the sea. It is covered with bandage and still very pale. When he walks to the kitchen, he shakes a lot and admits internally that he is in a bad state. But he’s alive, Luffy’s alive, that’s all that matters. Entering the galley, he notices that Sanji is there, washing his counter which is already clean. He is surprised to see him wearing a sweatpants and not a nice shirt. When Sanji sees Zoro standing in front of him, he begins to see red.

"What the hell are you doing up there? Don’t you think you’ve already drained enough blood and guts everywhere?"

"Wow, I’m just thirsty, it’s okay..."

"Go back to bed and I’ll get you some water."

"I want sake."

"No way! You drink one glass and you fall right down! You’re worse than a kid, my god! You are open from everywhere and you walk like nothing happened and ask for booze. No kidding..."

Zoro realizes that the cook is not looking for a fight but he is very serious. His hands are tense on his knives and his face is tensed. The swordsman is annoyed by Sanji’s attitude and frowns in turn.

"Oi mom, stop yelling at me for nothing. It’s because you didn’t put your beautiful shirt on that you’re under tension like that."

The remark twists Sanji, who stabs his knife into the cutting board before raising angry eyes at Zoro.

"I’m not wearing a shirt because of you! What do you think I did after you humiliated me by taking me down and finally telling me nothing happened?" He grits his teeth while his fists shake. "I was the one who carried you to Choper and I had your blood everywhere. My shirt is ruined. If you faint there or, if your wounds reopen, who do you think will carry you? I will not again dirty another shirt because of you!"

Zoro sighs of annoyance, being treated like a kid is making him lose patience. Especially since he remembers that if Sanji isn’t hurt, it’s because he prevented him from taking his place. To hear him say that he feels humiliated is daring according to him.

"I see you would rather die than be humiliated. Funny way to be grateful shit-cook"

"Grateful for what? You think I couldn’t take it?"

"Yes."

"Son of..." Sanji forgets Zoro’s wounds at this point. He jumps over the counter and swings his leg towards him, aiming at his chest. Zoro blocks the attack with his arms and his body takes it very badly. He is too weak to fight and has a backward movement. Sanji might feel bad but instead a cocky smile appears on his face. "You have no idea what I’m capable of taking." From what I’ve already taken.... Zoro keeps his composure and grabs Sanji’s ankle to throw him to the ground but he manages to sweep Zoro in turn and the swordsman falls on his back. A moan escapes from his mouth because of his wounds. Sanji climbs on him and blocks his shoulders with his knees. Zoro is too weak to get out.

"You want to play hero but you are so brainless! You almost cut your legs and now you’re going to kill yourself! Don’t you give a shit about living?"

Rage rises in Zoro, the fact of not being able to move frustrates him a lot. Especially since Sanji is far from reality. "And you then? Why did you want to sacrifice yourself? Who wanted to be a hero?" He sees the face of the cook twist and knows that he got him, he starts to smile sadistically. In the end, they fight. But it’s not bickering, it’s more serious, deeper. "You have a fucking dream! If I had found you dead... what would I have told the others? What would I have told Luffy... do you realize how important you are to Luffy, to others? "

"I’m replaceable. Swordmen are all over Grand Line. You’re the only cook Luffy wants."

"Replaceable? Bullshit..." You are unique Zoro, I am replaceable, I am the most failed of my family, I am a waste. If someone’s gonna die, it’s me. "You really think I’m weak? who’s on the ground now?"

Zoro isn’t the most gifted in feeling for sure, but now he finally understands the anger of the blond. He is worried, he is afraid. Zoro thought he was just a rival to Sanji but no... not with that kind of reaction. He sighs and calms down. "Cook, your job is to feed us, my job is to protect the crew. Do what you have to do and let me do what I have to do." He notices that Sanji doesn’t calm down and frustration distorts his face. It’s not what he wants to hear but Zoro doesn’t know what to say or do. Despite everything, the cook gets up and leaves the kitchen, more furious than before. The swordsman scratches his head, lost…

After drinking a large glass of water, Zoro feels his body betray him and returns to bed. When he enters the boys' quarter, there is tension. Everyone sleeps except Sanji, who is lying in his hammock, still angry. The swordsman lies down in the adjacent one. He doesn’t waste time falling asleep, exhausted.

That night he will not witness a more than violent nightmare from Sanji.

Two years passed. The crew found themselves stronger than before. Physically different but the complicity and old habits are still there. They stopped counting how many times Sanji and Zoro bicker a day. For nothing, sometimes nothing was said, it was enough that they were in the same room, that they looked at each other and it began... Yet, even if they didn’t tell each other, they recognized how strong the other had become. With those two years, everyone’s weaknesses had to be behind. At least that’s what Zoro believed. One night, after returning to the surface after their adventures with the Fishmen, the Second witness again something he had forgotten.

Lying in his hammock, arms behind his head and looking at Luffy’s hammock above him, Zoro enjoys the quiet of the night. Everybody’s asleep, Brook’s on night duty with Nami. As he closes his eyes, his haki, much more developed than two years ago, perceives emotions of uneasiness and fear. He opens his eyes and turns his head to the right, where Sanji sleeps. Surprised, the cook grabs his sheets and trembles. Zoro is surprised because he did not think that Sanji was still a victim of his inner demons. The first reflex of the swordsman is to ignore it and to act as if he had seen nothing the next day. However, his haki points out that the cook is really in trouble. His moans are more and more intense and he whispers the same words. "Please, let me out... I’ll be good, please...". The hammock above him moves, indicating that Luffy is disturbed in his sleep. Fearing that someone will wake up and notice the vulnerable cook, Zoro gets up and violently shakes Sanji. He wakes up, groggy and when he sees Zoro, he catches him by the collar.

"What’s your problem, Mosshead!"

"You were being chased by your Okama in your dreams and you were screaming in all directions! Let us sleep shit-cook!”

Angry, he pinches Zoro’s nose while the swordman grabs him by the hair. The two begin to fight, which eventually awakens Usopp and Franky.

"Shut the fuck up! Go fight outside!"

"Is it morning? Food?"

"No Luffy, it’s the middle of the night! Thank the other cactus face for waking everyone up!"

"You’re the one who wakes everyone up with your Okama nightmares!"

Finally Zoro leaves the boys' quarter, annoyed to be held responsible by others. He heads to the crow’s nest to go do some weight training. Sanji, meanwhile, lies down in bed. He doesn’t show it but he is deeply relieved. He knows that he didn’t dream of Okama but of something more... personal. He didn’t know he was talking in his sleep. Sanji didn’t want others to know his secrets. So it is reassured that Zoro thought he heard something about Okama. At least he did not appear weak in the eyes of others.

What Sanji didn’t know was that Zoro had just protected his image.

Wano is way behind them. And too much has happened. Things that Zoro can’t figure out. Usually, he knows when to hold his tongue, what must be said and not be said but there, he is a little overtakened by events. His second-in-command duty dictates that he must talk about it. But to whom? Someone mature enough? Not to Robin or Nami, it would put the cook in shame. Jimbe maybe? He wasn’t there for a long time but he was at Whole Cake Island while Zoro wasn’t. Finally, taking his breath after a series of four thousand push-ups with weights, he climbs down from the crow’s nest and goes forward to find Luffy resting on Lion’s head.

"Oi." The captain opens his eyes and greets his first mate with a smile. "Hey Zoro.". The swordsman hesitates, thinks it’s a bad idea but the sense of responsibility comes back on his shoulders and he takes another step. “I need to talk to you about something ... serious."

Although he keeps his smile, Luffy’s eyes become serious. He never treated Zoro like the others, he loves him very much, trusts him to the point of sleeping in the middle of the battlefield. So when he wants to talk, he interrupts everything else. Luffy taps Lion’s head next to him, indicating that Zoro has the right to sit here, which is usually forbidden. A little intimidated, the swordsman straddles the safety railing and comes to sit, legs crossed next to his captain.

"What is it?"

"It’s about the idiot cook." Zoro answers, putting his swords on his legs. Luffy raises an eyebrow and waits. "Something happened in Wano... He asked me something quite unusual, and... I can’t keep it to myself.". Luffy keeps his serious expression, his arms still behind his head, his smile has now disappeared. The icy wind -or it is because of the discussion- passes through their hair. Zoro says to himself that he must keep talking, but he is stuck before he even starts. "I know he asked you to kill him." The swordsman opened his eyes wide, he was convinced that it was between them only. "He told me after the baths at Wano."

Zoro answers nothing and looks at the horizon. In a certain way he is reassured that Luffy knows about it. So, he does not have the impression of betraying Sanji. However, one question remains in Zoro’s mind. "Would you have let me?". He looks in the same direction as his captain, far ahead. The sea is calm today and offers a relaxing journey. He hears Luffy breathing deeply. "If Sanji asked you that, he knew he had no other solution. He trusts you, you know. He knows that you would have done it to protect others but also so that he doesn’t suffer. And I know you would have suffered to do it.". This time Zoro lets go of a little sneer." Are you kidding, nothing makes me happier than seeing that stupid cook disappear."

Luffy laughs heartily, unconvinced by what Zoro says. He knows that his two wings are not just comrades but also friends. They fight and do not tell each other but the trust and respect between them are such, that it proves this friendship. And even if Luffy is the king of innocence, he sees it well. "Sanji will not lose his mind. He is what he is. He will not change. He will always make us food, protect us and worry about everyone, including you."

Zoro shrugs his shoulders but is reassured by the words of his captain. He too is convinced that Sanji will remain the romantic idiot he is. However, Zoro is not totally serene. So, with remorts, he asks:

"You know he has nightmares?"

"Ah... you saw it too. Mhh... I thought I was the only one who knew..."

"How long have you known?"

"From the beginning."

"You never said anything?"

"Sanji is strong, he can handle it."

"Since you came back from Whole Cake Island, he’s been having more nightmares than before. That and his changed body and the fact that he’s asking me to kill him, it’s… What do you know?"

He notices Luffy biting his lips, visibly uncomfortable. This confirms to Zoro that his captain knows things. He’s nervously scratching his head at the birth of his hair under his hat. “I’ve learned things. His family was not nice to him.". The word "nice" seems soft but Zoro knows that coming from Luffy’s mouth, it is much more pejorative than its original meaning. “But I don’t think Sanji wants me to talk to you about it. Maybe he can talk to you about it directly, but it’s not for me to tell others."

Zoro nods, understanding perfectly. The two men are too proud and have a lot of responsibility to be vulnerable. Luffy knows something because he’s the captain and that’s his duty. "If Sanji has nightmares I think that’s normal. In his place I would too." The swordsman has his answer, nightmares are not just fears, but memories, traumas. And if Luffy takes it seriously, it must be ugly... He is less guilty of having told his captain because his little lie about the Okama the last time had really protected the cook’s appearence. Zoro gets up, thinking the conversation is over and as he throws it back, Luffy’s voice comes to his ears. “Zoro, let’s keep Sanji’s secret about his nightmares.". Zoro nods before returning to the crow’s nest. Luffy regains his smile, he likes to know that Zoro is protecting everyone, including Sanji.

The next day, the boat stops on an island. Small, neutral enough but perfect to rebuild stocks. Franky has wanted to rearrange the boys' quarters since Jimbe arrived. He needs wood and other building supplies. Of course, Sanji has to buy a lot of food to manage the captain’s stomach. He sighs as the boat has barely dock, already submerged by the stain. With his feet on the ground, Nami distributes the tasks.

"Apparently we have two days before the pose starts again. Franky you need wood and other stuffs for your room. You can have Usopp and Chopper with you. Jimbe, please stay with Luffy... don’t lose sight of him. With Robin, I’ll see what the island has in terms of tips and information. Sanji, you have Brook and Zoro to help you replenish our food supply.

"Why do I have to deal with the silly swordsman?"

"Because I don’t want to spend the two days looking for him."

"Oi!"

"Seriously, come on stupid Mosshead, stay with Mom Brook and Dad Sanji."

"You made a mistake, you’re the mom, stupid cook. With all your manners you’re bound to be a bottom."

"What did you just say!" he yells before throwing his flaming leg at Zoro who draws his swords to counter the attack.

Nami sighs as she looks at the scene and asks Brook if he will be okay. He replies with a smile that it was not really different than usual. She rendezvous them at the central square of the city the same evening around 7PM because she has a surprise for the crew.

The surprise is that after this long fight against the crew of Kaido and Big Mom, Nami thinks that everyone deserves to sleep in comfortable beds and have fun in casinos and bars. She offers everyone a share and everyone takes it with pleasure, except Zoro who remains suspicious.

"What’s the interest rate?"

"Zero. So enjoy it."

Still suspicious, he takes his share and looks her in the eye before backing off. He already knows what he will spend it on.

"For the hostel though, I want to save."

"I knew there was a scam..."

"All hostels are very expensive here, so not everyone has a room. Robin and I share a room. I took three other rooms, two with three beds and one with two beds. Either you choose or you draw lots, I don’t care."

"Draw lots!" Howls Luffy under the helpless hands of the rest of the crew. When the captain decides to draw lots, it always ends well for him but never well for the others. He takes his hat and puts the little papers with the names, made by Robin, in. And begins to catch three. "Brook, Chopper and I!"

"I sleep with Luffy! Nothing can happen to me!" cried the little queen, filled with joy.

"Franky, Jimbe and Usopp!"

"Cool!"

"Oh that suits me!"

"NO!" Scream Sanji and Zoro at the same time. Because even if their names had not yet been called, it is easy to understand that the two papers remaining in the hat are their names. Robin laughs quietly as Luffy explodes with laughter.

"I refuse to sleep with mosshead!"

"Shut up, shit-cook! You think I like it! Change the papers!"

"Nah!" Luffy answers by sticking out his tongue.

"Luffy..."

"Capt'ain orders."

"Fuck..."

Sanji pulls heavily on his cigarette and begins to growl, disgusted in advance that his only opportunity to have a comfortable bed must be ruined by the presence of the swordsman. Zoro also pouts but cannot say anything because Luffy used the captain card.

The crew enters a huge casino and now certain understand why Nami is generous. She intends to use her steal techniques to redo the boat’s till.

Very quickly everyone goes on their way. Nami plays poker with Franky, both good at the game. Luffy, Usopp and Chopper make bumper cars and other games that allow you to win stuffed animals, cotton candy and other sweets. Brook sits at a table with Robin and Sanji, all three enjoying a good tea or coffee with a small jazz concert while Jimbe keeps company with Zoro at the bar. The last member of the crew is the only one who cares so much about alcohol with the swordsman and Nami. So they enjoy a good wiskey.

"Don’t you miss your crew too much?"

"Yes, but I’m happy to be here, I have chosen Luffy."

"Do you know why I like you?"

"Tell me everything, Zoro-san."

"That’s because you put the shit-cook in fourth place!"

"I see, are you always bickering?"

"From day one."

"To be honest, you make me laugh. You’re like teenagers..."

"You say that because you’re old enough to be our dad."

"Possible. But I like to see that anything is an excuse for you to fight. You animate the boat."

"I think the boat is always animated."

The waitress puts two new glasses of wiskey in front of the two companions and Zoro doesn’t miss the little wink she makes to him. He drinks with Jimbe and enjoys a sip. The evening progresses and the girls join the two drinkers at the bar. Robin wears a sleeping Chopper, the reindeer holds a string with a dozen stuffed animals hanging on it. Nami has Berry-shaped eyes.

"Lucky at Poker?" Asks Zoro with an amused look.

"Exactly! We are much richer than when we arrived. Robin and I go to bed, we take Chopper. I think Franky is staying with Brook at the tea room. I don’t know where are Luffy and Usopp and Sanji are dancing with a very pretty woman. I think we lost our cook for the evening."

Zoro turns around and finds that indeed Sanji dances with a woman in evening dress. Both dance very sensually and that word isn’t the most appropriate. The young woman is clearly heating the cook who responds. Passing his hand around her waist, bringing her closer to him before stealing a kiss, replied heartily.

"Maybe you’ll sleep quietly tonight Zoro!" Says Usopp who finally shows up with Luffy. "Sanji goes home with this woman for sure."

"Perfect."

"Well, I’ll go to bed too. I’ll walk you girls."

"Thank you Jimbe."

Usopp orders a beer, quickly joined by Luffy who wants one too, driven by the mood of the evening.

"Why don’t we go drink at the table with Franky and Brook." Usopp suggests.

"Are they serving food?"

"I think so. Are you coming, Zoro?"

The swordsman orders again a glass of wiskey and the very insistent look of the barmaid makes him hesitate. He looks at her quickly, syhe is beautiful for sure. So he thinks why not after all.

"No, I’ll stay here."

"Okay, don’t get lost looking for your room."

"Shut up, Usopp, or you’ll be the one to never go back to your room."

Usopp swallows with difficulty while Luffy laughs. The two friends abandon Zoro to join Franky and Brook at the tea room a little further. The swordsman turns, his glass in his hand. He sees his four comrades at a table, pulling out a deck of cards to play while Luffy orders food. His gaze is lost in the void, he listens to the music of Jazz in the background, enjoying the moment. Suddenly he sees a woman approaching the one who dances with the cook, she whispers something in the ear of her friend before approaching that of Sanji. Zoro sees his eyes turn into hearts and his nose bleeds, before seeing him leave. With the two women. Zoro opens his eyes wide before smiling, admiring.

"Motherfucker, they’re beautiful."

A glass noise that lands on the wood catches his attention. He turns around and sees the barmaid put a new glass of wiskey.

"On the house." She says with a charming smile.

Zoro takes the glass and thanks her. He decides that he has waited long enough too. He confidently lands his elbows on the bar and drinks a sip of his new drink. "What time are you off duty?" The barmaid looks up at him as her cheeks turn red. "In an hour.". Zoro nods before drinking again. He can wait an hour, she is very pretty and he is in the mood.

The table of four occupied by his comrades empties by one person. Usopp looks tired because he rubs his eyes and greets others. Luffy seems to order food again and Zoro notices that the waitress, a blonde woman, very sexy takes pleasure in serving this table. Well, between Brook and Franky, the two very passionate about beautiful women, must give a lot of tips. The hour passes and Zoro hears the barmaid clearing her throat. He turns to her and watches her put down her apron.

"Can I risk asking you something before we go?"

"Hm." The barmaid approaches his ear to whisper something. The envy in Zoro’s eye grows more and a little amused smile appears on his face. "Even better."

"Really?" she asks, surprise.

"Yes. Let’s go."

The barmaid nods, smiling and leaves the bar. Zoro finishes his drink in one fell swoop and follows her.

The next day, the crew decided to enjoy their second day on the island. Chopper wants to see the marionette festival, which is very popular on the island. So the girls decide to take him there. The boys, having spotted an Osen, think it’s time to relax. Hot water is very appreciated, especially since the night was short, even shorter for some of them. In fact, Usopp, in a playful mood, approaches Sanji in the bath and gives him a punch on the shoulder.

"So the pretty dancer of yesterday? Did we had a good night?" ~

Sanji’s cheeks turn pink while he laughs nervously, scratching his head.

"She had a friend."

"Wait... you made a threesome?"

"Why do you think I’m sore? Ahhh, it lasted all night."

"Well, Sanji, for sure you are a surprising young man! You remind me of my youth. I have goose bumps, even if I have no skin! Yohohohohoh!"

A set of laughter rises in the baths following Brook’s joke. Usopp curious asks some questions about Sanji’s night. The cook answers without going into details but he explains that it’s fun to spend the night with two women. Because for someone as Sanji, who is a gentleman, finds himself looking after not one but two goddesses.

"Ahhh love is even better when there we are more in bed," says Franky, with tears in his eyes. Usopp gave Sanji an other punch on the shoulder to congratulate him while the other teased him a little more about his conquests the day before. The sniper ends up looking at Luffy and suddenly feels embarrassed. "Sorry Luffy, I guess you don’t really understand what we are talking about..."

The captain turns to Usopp and smiles. “I know what sex is, Usopp." The others look at him, a little surprised as the Sniper gets closer to his friend and grab him by the neck. "I suspect you know how babies are made, but this is just about having sex here…". Luffy pokes his tongue mischievously. "Yeah, I know that too."

"Stop, you saw Hancock-swan naked and you did nothing... oh that’s unfair." Cries Sanji.

"I didn’t do anything with her because I didn’t want to do anything with her."

"That’s what we are saying, you never want to. Hence the fact that I say you should not understand this conversation."

"But I do, I’ve already had sex."

A long silence settles in the baths. The boys look at Luffy, unsure of what they just heard. Their captain is representing innocence, he saw plenty of naked women and never reacted. Until now they had admitted that he was asexual. Just to be sure, Usopp, who still holds his captain by the neck, asks him:

"Luffy, how do you make love? Can you tell me?"

"Hey! You heard Sanji, it’s private!"

"I’ll take you to dinner if you tell me how you do it."

Luffy looks at Usopp with a wince, but the idea of free meat makes him give in. So he explains how he does it. Perfectly describing a man and a woman who have sex, cuddles, kisses and feels good. The more he explains, the more open the boys' mouths are. Finally Zoro is the first to break the silence, himself surprised by what he has just heard.

"He really knows how to do it…"

"Wow... when was the last time you did this?" Ask Usopp, even more curious.

"Last night!"

"Oh good! With whom?"

"Wait, wait, wait..." interrupted Franky. "Last night, with Brook, we stayed late in the tea room. And the waitress, the beautiful blonde woman who offered you a drink but where you said you just wanted to eat... don’t tell me that..."

"Yes! It was her!" replies Luffy smiling.

Franky and Usopp’s jaws fall to the ground. Even Zoro remembers the waitress in question. Very sexy, perfect blonde hair, beautiful shapes, the kind of woman to have any man. Knowing that his captain had spent the night with her... The swordsman cannot help but smile, proud, like a big brother who is proud of his little brother. The surprise remains on the face of his comrades while Luffy laughs heartily, splashing Usopp. The two begin to make a water battle as Brook helps Franky to recover. Enjoying the two youngest playing in the water, Jimbe turns to Zoro.

"What about you, Zoro-san, the barmaid?"

"Oh, did you notice?"

"Hard not to see her insistent looks."

"Isn’t the idiot swordsman just a bunch of muscle?"

"I’m pretty sure you’ve been a virgin longer than I have."

"As if."

"And yes you’re not the only one who spent the night with a woman, pervert cook."

"Not one but two."

Sanji shows a little cocky smile because even if Zoro surely spent a very good night, but on this one, Sanji was better. Feeling superior, he rests on the stone, elbows behind and closes his eyes.

"I too, spent the night with two people, stupid cook. Don’t enjoy a victory too fast."

"Heh?" Sanji reacts by standing up, not wanting to believe that he tied with his rival. "So the barmaid had a girlfriend..."

"No."

"You seduced another person after Zoro-san?" Brook asks, laughing softly.

"No."

"How can you spend the night with two people so, stupid mosshead? Are you trying to lie so you don’t lose against me?" Answers Sanji laughing, mocking. Zoro sighs at the lack of deduction of his comrades and closes his eyes, breathing the steam of the osen. "The barmaid didn’t have a girlfriend but a boyfriend."

Again, a silence settles as this time, all eyes are directed towards the swordsman. The surprise is seen on Usopp and Sanji’s face as Brook, Franky and Jimbe, more mature, begin to giggle.

"Zoro-san, I didn’t know you liked sleeping with both genders. You make me blush! But if I don’t have cheeks to blush. Yohohohoh!

"Must say that today is the first time we talk about it between us."

"Yes, it’s true that apart from Sanji where it is easy to deduce his heterosexuality... we never talked about it. Proof is, we all believed that Luffy was an ignorant on the subject."

Luffy pouts again, offended at being treated like a moron, and dives Usopp’s head underwater, making the rest of the crew laugh. The conversation doesn’t go any further, and the boys finish enjoying the warmth of their bath. Sanji still sulks a little. He doesn’t care about Zoro’s preferences, but he would have liked to have won. Now, he has to admit, they are tied.

Evening arrives and the Straw Hats enjoy their last night on this island. This time, everyone is a little more resonable and sleeps earlier. To their dismay, Zoro and Sanji find themselves this time, sleeping in the same room. They fought twice before they fell asleep. It could have been a normal, restful night but once again, Zoro’s haki perceives anxiety and fear. Enough to wake him up. He growls, frustrated at being pulled out of his sleep and turns to the source of these negative emotions.

Opening his eyes, he notices that Sanji, wrapped in his sheets, is in a fetal position once again. He shakes and grabs his pillow. The cook moans of uneasiness and Zoro even notices a tear dripping from his right eye, slipping on his nose and finishing on the pillow. His nightmare looks more intense than usual. Zoro approaches his arm, ready to shake him but this time what he hears, does something to him. Sanji’s moans are interspersed with a few words that Zoro recognizes. "Please... let me out, I’ll be good... Please dad... dad I’ll be good." It’s too much for Zoro. He shakes Sanji’s shoulder.

"Cook."

"I’ll be a good boy dad..."

"Oi cook!" Repeat Zoro by shaking him stronger.

Sanji begins to open his eyes and finds himself in a semi-awake state. He is a little aware of his environment but his dream is still present. The sweaty cook, still persuaded to be the little boy, grabs Zoro from his arm.

"Zoro, I am locked up. Tell my father to open up. I will be strong, I promise." Understanding the situation, Zoro swallows with difficulty. "Don’t worry, cook, I’ve already opened, you’re free." He feels Sanji’s fingers tighten on his arm and as more tears run down his cheeks, he eventually wakes up completely.

Sanji quickly analyzes the situation, he knows what he just said and understands that he dreamed. Worse, he understands that Zoro sees him, crying, vulnerable after his nightmare and a feeling of shame invades him. Rather dryly, he pushes the swordsman away and gets out of his grip. He gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom. His body is burning and he’s still soaking. There is fresh water on his face as he tries to slow down the flow of his heart and forget what he just dreamed.

But the dream is the last of his worries, somehow. What hurts him the most is that Zoro just saw him like this. Sanji knows he begged him like a child and he feels weak. A few days before, he asked him to kill him, thinking he was losing his mind and now that... Zoro has enough to mock him now. And the cook is convinced that his rival will benefit. The presence of the swordsman behind him bristles his skin, he mentally prepares for mockery.

"Do you want to talk about it?" asks Zoro a little awkwardly.

"Go fuck yourself..."

Zoro could have been upset, but he remains calm. He knows how the cook feels right now. He knows that his manhood and dignity just took a hit. In his place, he would have reacted the same way. Zoro scratches his head, embarrassed and tries to say things properly.

"I can make fun of you on a lot of things. On the fact that you’re an idiot in the presence of a woman. On your nose that bleeds all the time. About you being fourth. But that kind of thing... no. "

Sanji doesn’t answer, nor does he look at him. His hands shake on the sink and the water he passed on his face drops slowly.

"I’m not sure what you’re having a nightmare about even though I kind of imagined... and I’m not gonna laugh at that."

"Stop lying. You’re dying to make fun. I can’t leave memories of children behind. What are you waiting for to call me crying little girl?"

"Memories? I have the impression that we are talking about trauma at this point..."

Sanji pinches his lips, he feels so humiliated. Zoro sees him, almost naked, vulnerable and dominated by his ghosts of the past. He wants to disappear. Why did he have to be his rival among all living people to see him that way. A hand, firm and warm, almost reassuring... strangely, lands on his shoulder and Sanji doesn’t find the strength to push him.

"I know what you’re thinking."

"You know nothing, you idiot."

"Yes, I do. Look, I don’t want to know your past and I don’t care, unless you want to talk about it. Everyone deals with their injuries in their own way. If you have nightmares, it doesn’t make you weak."

Sanji trembles again, a little overwhelmed by the situation and Zoro’s words. He doesn’t understand anything about what is happening.

"I will never make fun of you for that. Quite the opposite." Sanji suddenly realizes what Zoro is trying to tell him. A particular event comes back to him in memory and, still without looking at his rival, he wonders if... "Last time, the Okama... it was a lie... was it?" Zoro looks down, taking his hand off Sanji’s shoulder to scratch his head again nervously. “I figured you didn’t want others to know."

Sanji swallows hard, not sure to understand Zoro’s words. "Since when do you know that I..."

"A long time."

"You never said anything..."

"Because I didn’t want you to think it made you weak."

"You always pretended to..."

"Yes."

A new tear rolls over Sanji’s cheek but this time it’s not because of the pain or the shame. He realizes that Zoro is protecting him, once again, in his own way. He protected his image. The cook grabs his head, both to check if the metal mask is not on his head, that he is well in reality and also because he tries to manage his emotions.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because we are nakama!"

"It’s different, we fight all the time!"

"And then I am the one who protects the crew. You cook, you feed us, I protect. And I don’t have to look over my shoulder if you get beaten because I know you don’t. But sometimes protecting our image is also important. You did it for me at Thriller bark by not saying anything to Luffy."

Sanji sniffs and tries to wipe his tears, in vain. He knows that Zoro is right and he understands why he acted like that. Strangely the shame leaves him and his heart warms up. Zoro is not just the idiot swordsman who pisses him off all day, whom he trusts and respects... Sanji realizes the friendship between the two. Ready to protect their image, to ask the impossible. The athmosphere becomes somewhat akward, Zoro doesn’t know what to say and Sanji still doesn’t dare to look at him. The swordsman is really not good with emotions so the only idea that comes to mind is to move on.

"What do you say we get dressed and go drink at the casino bar?"

"I’m saying... it’s not a bad idea. Let’s go."

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, the Straw Hat Pirates gathered on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, preparing to set sail once more. The events of the previous night lingered in the air, a silent understanding passing between Zoro and Sanji as they exchanged a nod before resuming their usual banter.

"Oi, mosshead, make sure you don't fall overboard today," Sanji quipped, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

Zoro rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of warmth in his gaze as he responded, "You worry too much, cook. Focus on not burning the food."

“What was that, stupid swordman!”

The tension that had lingered between them seemed to dissipate, replaced by a newfound camaraderie forged in the depths of the night. Nami watched them from a distance, a small smile playing on her lips as she witnessed the subtle shift in their dynamic.

As the day wore on, the crew found themselves embroiled in yet another adventure, facing off against a group of marines intent on capturing them for their bounties. But this time, there was a stronger sense of unity among the crew, a shared understanding that they were stronger together than they were apart.

With each blow they exchanged, each victory they achieved, the bonds between them grew stronger, binding them together as a family forged not by blood, but by shared dreams and shared struggles.

That night, as they gathered around a campfire on a deserted island, Luffy grinned widely, his eyes shining with excitement. "Hey, guys, remember that time we fought that sea serpent? And then Zoro and Sanji had to share a room and ended up bickering all night?"

The crew erupted into laughter, the tension of the previous night melting away in the warmth of their shared memories. And as they settled in for another night under the stars, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as nakama.

For in the world of pirates and adventure, where danger lurked around every corner and the seas were fraught with peril, the bonds of friendship were the greatest treasure of all. And as long as they had each other, the Straw Hat Pirates knew that they could overcome any obstacle that stood in their way.

As the Straw Hat Pirates gathered around the campfire, the atmosphere was filled with warmth and camaraderie. However, amidst the laughter and storytelling, Zoro and Sanji couldn't resist falling back into their usual banter.

"Oi, mosshead, did you forget how to swing your swords again?" Sanji teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at Zoro. The swordman shot him a glare, his irritation evident. "At least I'm not constantly having a nosebleed and chasing after every woman I see."

Sanji's smirk widened into a grin. "I'd rather chase after women than chase after your sorry excuse for directions."

Nami rolled her eyes at their bickering, but there was a fondness in her gaze as she watched the two argue. "Honestly, you two never change. Can't you give it a rest for once?"

Zoro and Sanji exchanged a look before turning back to Nami with matching smirks. "Where's the fun in that?" they chimed in unison, earning a chuckle from the rest of the crew.

As the night wore on and the fire crackled softly, Zoro and Sanji's bickering continued. And although they would never admit it aloud, deep down, they knew that their constant arguing was a testament to the bond that tied them together as nakama.

One evening, while the day normally went by, Zoro finds himself in the night watch in the crow’s nest. He sits on one of the sofas of the observatory and looks at the sea in the distance. The night is quiet, so the sea is almost like a lake. He enjoys this calm while all the rest of his companions are asleep. He lies on a futon, posed in the middle. Furthermore, he uses it to meditate when he is on duty at night. Slowly, Zoro closes his eyes and lets his mind calm down. Only the sound of the hatch catches his attention. Surprised, he sees the cook come in, two glasses in hand, a bottle of sake in the other.

"Is it my birthday?"

"What day were you born?"

"November 11th."

"So no... it’s June."

"But you still bring sake here. Why?"

Sanji says nothing and sits on the floor next to the futon, serving both glasses. Zoro grabs one and emptiness in one go. He still doesn’t understand why Sanji is here. Looking closer, he's dressed for bed, his hair's a bit loose, and his face's still tingling with discomfort.

It’s another nightmare.

Zoro is more than surprised. The cook came to him to share a drink. As if the degree of trust has increased significantly since the previous encounter. Sanji almost seeks Zoro’s protection. Sanji took a long sip of sake, the warmth of the drink soothing the lingering unease from his nightmare. He let out a sigh, setting his cup down on the floor beside him.

Zoro glanced at him, concern evident in his gaze. "Another nightmare, huh?" Sanji nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, unfortunately. It's becoming a regular thing since Whole Cake Island." Zoro frowned, reaching for the bottle to refill Sanji's cup. "That sucks, cook. Anything specific bothering you?" Sanji shook his head, his expression troubled. "Not really. Just... old memories, I guess. Things I'd rather forget. It’s always the same dream…" Zoro nodded in understanding, taking a sip of his own sake. "I get that. We all have our demons."

Sanji glanced at Zoro, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, I guess we do. And right now, my worst demon is to be here and drink with you, right?" Zoro smirked. "Yeah, unfortunately for you, you're stuck with me." Sanji chuckled, nudging him back. "Yeah, lucky me."

They shared a laugh, the tension easing from Sanji's shoulders as he relaxed into the familiar banter with his rival and friend. The night stretched on, filled with the warmth of sake and the comfort of companionship, as they sat together beneath the stars, grateful for each other's company in the darkness of the night.

The glasses are chained and unlike Zoro, Sanji begins to be intoxicated. He is more relaxed, smiles like an idiot, while Zoro is still sober. Finally, the cook falls on his back on the futon, sighing for well-being. Zoro lets go too but remains on his elbows. Sanji puts his eyes on him and begins to giggle.

"What?"

"I really didn’t know you slept with both genders."

"You have to get over it, you know."

The cook smiles, still silly but admits that Zoro is right. When Sanji is drunk, he has an easy talk and a tendency to be curious. And he is very touchy-feely. This is why he pushes his index finger between Zoro’s ribs, which mekes him jump.

"The fuck...?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Why am I afraid of the question..."

"Last time, you said you made a threesome with a man and a woman. Have you ever slept with just another man?"

Zoro smirked, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched Sanji with amusement. The cook's curiosity only fueled his desire to have a little fun, especially now that they were both relaxed from the alcohol.

"Why, you want to sleep with me?"

"Nahhhh... what... heh! No!"

Zoro chuckled at the sight of Sanji blushing like a tomato, finding amusement in the cook's embarrassment. Meanwhile, Sanji hastily refilled his glass, hoping to drown out the embarrassment of their conversation. However, the additional alcohol only served to blur his senses further. Feeling the effects of the sake, Zoro followed suit, lying down completely and letting out a contented sigh as he sank into the softness of the futon.

"Hey, Mosshead?" Sanji's voice cuts through the quiet of the night.

"Hm?" Zoro replies, turning his head to look at the cook.

"Do you... when you sleep with a guy, you’re usually on top?" Sanji's question hangs in the air, his curiosity evident in his tone.

Zoro isn't sure whether to be overwhelmed or amused by the sudden turn in their conversation. He makes a mental note that Sanji is surprisingly talkative when he wants to be.

"Why do you want to know that?" Zoro asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I am curious!" Sanji replies with a laugh.

"I see that. I do both. Though most of the time I prefer to be on top," Zoro admits, his tone casual.

"Mosshead with all his muscles needs to show his dominance," Sanji teases, a smirk playing on his lips. Zoro sighs, rolling his eyes at Sanji's comment. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

Suddenly, Zoro feels a warmth spreading through him as he senses Sanji turning to face him. The cook's hand grabs his arm, and before he knows it, Sanji is nuzzling his cheek against Zoro's shoulder.

"Oi, Cook..." Zoro begins, feeling his cheeks warm with embarrassment. "Last time at the hotel... it was nice what you did," Sanji interrupts, his voice softer now. "Hm," Zoro grunts in response, unsure of what to say.

"Can I ask you something..." Sanji continues, his voice hesitant. Zoro braces himself for whatever question Sanji is about to ask. "Whatever you ask, it won’t make much difference at this point..."

"Can you spoon me?" Sanji's request catches Zoro off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless.

"What-... Ahhhh?" Zoro sputters, his mind reeling as he tries to process Sanji's unexpected request.

Sanji looks up at Zoro, a gleam of sadness in his blue irises as he starts playing with Zoro’s t-shirt. There's a shy, almost childish expression on his face, brought out by the alcohol. It's a side of Sanji that Zoro has never seen before—pink cheeks, nervous energy radiating from him.

"It’s just... no one ever spooned me," Sanji admits quietly, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

"You spend the night with several women and you’re going to tell me that you never got a hug?" Zoro responds incredulously.

"No! It’s up to me to hug those goddesses!" Sanji retorts defensively.

Zoro remains still, refusing to entertain the idea of spooning with the cook. This situation is far too strange for his liking. He can't comprehend how he ended up lying on his futon with a drunk, vulnerable cook clinging to him, pleading for a hug. He wonders if he's drunk himself.

"I never received a hug, even as a child..." Sanji's voice breaks the silence, and Zoro listens intently, his heart beginning to ache at the cook's revelations. "All they did was hit me... I was little and I didn’t get genetic modification like my three twin brothers. So they would team up and hit me, several times a day... until I passed out"

As Sanji continues to speak, Zoro's eyes widen in shock. He visualizes Sanji as a helpless child, trying to defend himself against his abusive siblings. The image makes his blood boil with anger and sorrow.

"And when I opened my eyes, my dad was here and he said he was ashamed of me, that I was a failure, a weakling, a waste, and certainly not his son..." Sanji's voice wavers with emotion as he recounts his father's cruel words.

Zoro's heart clenches at the pain in Sanji's voice. He feels the cook wrap an arm around his waist, seeking comfort and solace. Zoro closes his eyes, taking in Sanji's scent as the cook leans into him.

Sanji's words continue to pour out, each one more heartbreaking than the last. Zoro listens silently, his chest heavy with empathy and understanding. He can't fathom the depths of Sanji's suffering, but he vows to be there for him, to offer whatever support he can.

"Mom was the only one who came to me, but she died trying to save us with my brothers..."

"I am so sorry..."

"My father blamed me for that. He said it was my fault she died. And to him, I was weak, a failure... he said he didn’t want me to be his son and no one should know I was... so he..." Sanji's hand trembles against Zoro's shirt as he clings to him, shaking with the weight of his memories. "He locked me in a cell with a metal mask so no one could see my face," Sanji confesses, his voice barely above a whisper.

Zoro's breath catches in his throat, his heart breaking for the cook. Anger boils within him at the injustice of it all, but he pushes it aside, focusing instead on offering Sanji the comfort and support he needs in this moment of vulnerability. The puzzle pieces come together in his head. Every time he saw Sanji nightmarish, his tremors, his anxieties and his words...

Please... dad, let me out... I’ll be good...

As they lay together in the quiet of the night, Zoro realizes that while he may not know exactly how to assist Sanji, he's determined to give it his all. In that moment, he comprehends the depth of their bond as nakama. It's a connection forged through trials and tribulations, bound together by shared experiences and unwavering loyalty.

Zoro breaks the silence. "Cook."

"Mhh?"

"Turn over to the other side."

Sanji doesn't fully grasp what Zoro means, but he complies nonetheless. Turning away from Zoro, he feels a twinge of sadness at losing the warmth of the swordsman's presence. Sensing Zoro sliding an arm under his neck and pressing his chest against his back, Sanji blushes, realizing what's happening. Fueled by alcohol and happiness, he laughs softly.

"Zoro is spooning me!" Sanji declares in a small voice, amusement evident in his tone. "Shut up," Zoro responds, his own cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Sanji relaxes into the embrace, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. He holds onto Zoro tightly, feeling the strength of the swordsman's muscles beneath his fingertips. He finds comfort in Zoro's warmth.

"Hey silly swordsman."

"What now?"

"You're spooning me, hihihi!"

"You're acting like a child."

Sanji pouts at the remark, but he secretly agrees with Zoro when he is burying his head in Zoro’s arms. A sense of pride wells up within Sanji, prompting him to push back.

"I am not a child! Otherwise, I wouldn't spend magical nights with goddesses."

"So, that's your definition of a man?"

"Exactly! I'm not a child, I'm a man!"

"A damn drunk man."

"You're spooning the drunk man."

"I'm starting to regret this... quiet down a bit, fourth place."

Sanji chuckles softly, releasing himself from Zoro's arms. He appreciates finally experiencing this type of hug, one he'd never received before. The warmth of Zoro's body against his own was strangely reassuring, and for a moment, he allowed himself to relax completely. But as the alcohol continued to cloud his judgment, Zoro’s words finally reach Sanji's mind. Especially the name calling “fourth place”. Drunk or not, the blond has to prouve he is better than Zoro. With a playful grin, he shifted slightly in Zoro's arms, turning to face the swordsman with a glint of mischief in his eye.

"Hey, shithead." Sanji said, his voice laced with amusement. Zoro raised an eyebrow, his expression curious. "What is it now, cook?" Sanji's grin widened, his tone teasing. "You keep calling me fourth place. But I’m sure in term of kissing, I’m first place and by far."

Zoro's eyes widened in surprise, a flush creeping up his neck as he processed Sanji's question. He opened his mouth to respond, but found himself at a loss for words. Sanji chuckled at Zoro's flustered reaction, enjoying the opportunity to ruffle the usually stoic swordsman's feathers. "Come on, mosshead, don't tell me you've never thought about it."

Zoro cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "I... uh... No!"

“Really? You’ve never fantazised about one of us?”

“No! Just because I had sex with men means I imagine everynight having sex with you!”

Sanji chuckled at Zoro's awkward response, finding amusement in his discomfort. "Well, your loss," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Because you'll never know that I'm in first place when it comes to kissing, and also because I'm pretty damn good at sex!" Zoro rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Sanji's bold declaration. "Sure, keep telling yourself that, cook," he replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

Sanji smirked, enjoying the sight of Zoro squirming under his teasing. "Afraid you'll lose, shitty-swordman?" Zoro scowled, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I'm not afraid of anything, cook. But some things are better left undo."

Sanji chuckled, satisfied with his victory in provoking Zoro. "Chickening out, I see…"

Zoro's scowl deepened at Sanji's taunt, his competitive spirit flaring up. Without a word, he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips firmly against Sanji's in a surprisingly bold move. Sanji's eyes widened in surprise at first, his mind muddled by the alcohol coursing through his veins. Yet, as Zoro's lips met his own, a strange sensation swept over him, stirring something deep within.

As the kiss deepened, Sanji's thoughts became hazy, his senses overwhelmed by the warmth of Zoro's embrace and the intoxicating taste of his lips. Though his instincts screamed to pull away, he found himself unable to resist the allure of the moment. When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their hearts pounding in their chests. Sanji blinked in astonishment, his mind struggling to process the intensity of the experience. Zoro met Sanji's gaze with a smirk, a glint of triumph in his eyes. "Who's the best kisser now, cook?" he teased, his voice tinged with amusement. Sanji's head spun with confusion, his thoughts muddled by the alcohol and the unexpected kiss. Yet, as he looked into Zoro's eyes, he couldn't deny the undeniable spark that had passed between them.

“This is nothing! Let me show you how to kiss, stupid musclehead”

Sanji felt a surge of determination wash over him, fueled by a mix of alcohol-induced bravado and a desire to prove himself. With a defiant smirk, he leaned in once again, capturing Zoro's lips in a bold, passionate kiss. As their lips met, Sanji poured all of his pent-up energy and longing into the kiss, determined to show Zoro that he was more than capable of holding his own. He teased and explored, his movements calculated to elicit a response from the stoic swordsman.

Zoro was taken aback by Sanji's sudden assertiveness, but he couldn't deny the electric current that surged between them. His body responded instinctively to Sanji's touch, his senses ablaze with desire. As the kiss deepened, Sanji's hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of Zoro's jaw with a confident touch. He felt the tension in Zoro's muscles begin to melt away, replaced by a growing hunger that mirrored his own.

Their kiss became a dance of passion and desire, each movement a silent challenge to the other. Sanji poured his heart and soul into the kiss, determined to prove once and for all that he was the best kisser. And as they finally broke apart, both of them were left breathless, their hearts racing with the intensity of the moment. Sanji met Zoro's gaze with a triumphant smirk, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Who's the best kisser now, mosshead?" he taunted, his voice laced with playful arrogance.

Zoro blinked, still reeling from the unexpected kiss. He felt a strange fluttering in his chest, a mixture of confusion and something else he couldn't quite name. But before he could formulate a response, Sanji's laughter broke through the haze, filling the air with the sound of their shared camaraderie.

"Looks like I win!" Sanji declared with a playful wink.

Zoro blinked, his mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events. As Sanji's laughter echoed in the air, Zoro's competitive spirit flared to life, mingling with the raw desire that pulsed through him. Determination sparked in his eyes as he met Sanji's playful gaze. Zoro wasn't ready to concede defeat just yet. With a predatory gleam in his eye, he closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, his hand coming up to cup Sanji's jaw as he crushed their lips together in a scorching kiss.

The kiss was intense, fueled by the fiery passion that simmered between them. Zoro's lips moved hungrily against Sanji's, igniting a blaze of desire that consumed them both. Their tongues tangled in a heated dance, exploring each other with a fervor that bordered on desperation. Zoro moaned into the kiss, his hands tangling in Sanji's blond locks as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through him. Every touch, every caress sent sparks flying, drawing them deeper into the whirlwind of desire.

But beneath the heat and intensity, there was an unspoken challenge, a silent dare to see who would break first. Zoro poured all of his pent-up longing into the kiss, determined to prove that he was the superior kisser. As the kiss deepened, Zoro's hand trailed up to gently cup Sanji's jaw, his thumb brushing lightly against his cheek. Sanji's breath hitched at the sensation, his skin tingling with anticipation. With a low growl of desire, Zoro pushed Sanji gently down onto the futon, following him down as their lips remained locked in a passionate embrace.

Their bodies pressed together, warming them up. Zoro's hand traced along the curve of Sanji's cheekbone, his fingertips grazing lightly over the smooth skin. Sanji's eyelids fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into the touch.

In response, Sanji's hand threaded through Zoro's hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he gently pulled him closer. Zoro's breath caught in his throat at the sensation, a low rumble of pleasure vibrating against Sanji's lips as their kiss deepened even further. Their movements became more frantic, but they remained focused on the tender caresses of their faces, hair, and necks. Every touch sent shivers of ecstasy racing down their spines, leaving them both trembling with need.

At this moment, they’re no longer vying for first place in a kissing contest. Their minds have ceased to function. Fueled by the alcohol coursing through his veins and the vulnerability from his nightmares, Sanji surrenders to Zoro's aggressive and fiery kisses. Feeling his body pressed against the sturdy, muscular frame of the swordsman, Sanji is enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and security. He allows himself to be completely consumed, yielding to the kisses and the gentle caresses on his face. He permits someone as powerful as Zoro to demonstrate that he can touch him without causing harm.

However, as the haze begins to lift, Zoro withdraws from Sanji's lips, both of them gasping for breath. He hesitates before speaking, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"What are we doing..."

"I don’t know..." Sanji responds, pulling him into another kiss. Despite being intoxicated, he is aware that he is kissing a man. A man. And not just any man, but Zoro.

"Should we stop?"

"I don’t know... I..."

"Cook, you’ll regret it tomorrow…" Sanji peers into Zoro’s eyes, a mixture of fear and anticipation flickering in his gaze.

"Zoro... promise me... will we always be nakama after this?"

"Don’t worry, I understand that you were not in the best state and just needed some contact. I’m not going to stop arguing with you, teasing you, or acting differently. We all have moments of weakness." Sanji nods, feeling reassured. Despite still being under the influence of alcohol, without hesitation, he reaches for Zoro's neck and seals their lips once more.

Lost in the intoxicating heat of the moment, Sanji abandons himself to Zoro's kisses and embraces, his mind blissfully forgetting the fact that they are two men. The touch of Zoro's lips against his own ignites a fire within him, and all other thoughts fade away as he surrenders to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. Their bodies press together, fitting perfectly as if they were made for each other. Zoro's arms wrap around Sanji, pulling him closer, and Sanji responds eagerly, melting into the embrace.

And for the first time in a long time, Sanji feels truly at peace, wrapped in the warmth of Zoro's embrace, his heart beating in time with the rhythm of their kisses. As they continue to kiss and hold each other, Sanji's mind drifts further away from the nightmare that had plagued him earlier. In Zoro's arms, he feels secure, protected from the terrors of the night. It's as if the nightmares were nothing more than a distant memory, overshadowed by the overwhelming sensation of safety and comfort that Zoro provides.

But even though they promised each other to act as they always had, deep down, they knew they were in trouble.

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Sanji's internal clock naturally wakes him up early in the morning, around five or six, a routine dictated by the need to prepare breakfast for ten people, including the insatiable appetite of their captain. Today, as he stirs awake around the usual time, the first sensation that greets him is one of comfort and contentment. He feels enveloped in a cocoon of warmth, nestled in a protective embrace. Lying on his side, he registers the weight of another body pressed against his back, strong arms encircling him. A smile graces his lips as he realizes he's being spooned. Waking up to the sensation of being held is undeniably pleasant, and Sanji finds himself unwilling to break free from the embrace, opting instead to intertwine his fingers with the arms around him.

As the morning sunlight filters through the windows of the crow's nest, gradually rousing his senses, Sanji decides he can afford to linger a little longer, just five more minutes in the comforting warmth. He inhales deeply, taking in the scent that surrounds him—a heady mix of spice, warmth, and masculinity, tinged with the faint aroma of metal and sake. Reveling in the fragrance, Sanji's eyes flutter open, only to be met with a small, contented growl from the body behind him.

The events of the previous day flood back to him in a rush. A nightmare, followed by a few drinks with Zoro in an attempt to chase away the lingering shadows. Confessions, provocations, hugs, and... kisses.

As the fog of sleep clears from Sanji's mind, he gradually becomes more aware of his surroundings. The warmth of the embrace and the memories of the previous night slowly filter back into his consciousness. With a sense of growing clarity, he realizes that he's not alone, and the arms around him belong to none other than Zoro.

Instantly, Sanji's heart begins to race, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he remembers the intimate moments they shared. The realization hits him like a ton of bricks—he hadn't just dreamt those kisses and cuddles. It had all been real.

Panic sets in as Sanji untangles himself from Zoro's embrace, careful not to disturb the swordsman's slumber. He sits up, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he tries to make sense of the situation. How had things escalated to this point?

Sanji sits there for a moment, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. He's confused, scared, and uncertain about what happened. As someone who has always been straight, the idea of being intimate with another man is foreign and unsettling to him. Add to that the vulnerability of being drunk and the memories of his nightmare, and it's a recipe for overwhelming anxiety.

Rising from the futon, Sanji silently slips away from the crow's nest, leaving Zoro still peacefully asleep. He heads down to the galley, his movements automatic as he begins to prepare breakfast for the crew. Despite his skill and efficiency in the kitchen, his mind is elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of the previous night.

"Sanjiiiii…" cried a little voice behind him.

The cook turned around to greet the little reindeer, tears streaming down his face, half asleep. Chopper ran toward him and grabbed his leg, nuzzling his nose against it. Sanji's heart melted, and he lifted Chopper into his arms.

"What’s wrong?" Sanji asked, concern evident in his voice.

"I was scared," Chopper sniffled, "a giant bug was chasing me, and when I woke up, I wanted to reach Zoro's bed, but he wasn't there. So I checked yours, but you weren’t here either…"

"Why didn’t you go into Luffy’s bed?" Sanji inquired.

"I did! But he started to talk about meat in his sleep. I didn’t want to be eaten!"

Sanji chuckled and decided to cuddle Chopper while he was still in tears. It wasn't a secret that their little doctor often had nightmares. Most of the time, when he had one, he climbed into Zoro's bed and slept in the swordsman's arms. Zoro never complained about it; he secretly liked it. Protecting Chopper was one of his favorite activities. Sanji, aware of the childhood abuse, had always tried his best to act like a big brother to Chopper, as he did with all the kids he meets. He tickled Chopper's blue nose and set him on the kitchen countertop.

"How about waffles for breakfast?" Sanji suggested.

"With whipped cream?" Chopper asked eagerly.

"With loads of whipped cream!" Sanji confirmed.

"Yes, please! I want that, Sanji!" Chopper exclaimed, his drool starting to pool.

The cuteness of Chopper allowed Sanji to forget his uncomfortable night for a moment.

As the morning progresses, the Straw Hat crew trickles into the kitchen, drawn by the irresistible aroma of Sanji's cooking. Luffy stumbles in, rubbing his eyes sleepily but already damn hungry. He is followed closely by Nami, who is already radiant, well-groomed and shiny skin. Usopp and Franky exchange groggy greetings as they stumble over to the table, while Robin quietly observes the scene with a knowing smile. Brook is always in a good mood and enjoys his first tea of the day while Jimbe secretly enjoys this moment. He feels like a father who shares a breakfast with his whole family.

Zoro is the last to arrive, his usual gruff demeanor masking any hint of the events of the previous night. He nods in acknowledgment to Sanji before slumping into a chair, eyes still heavy with sleep. Sanji busies himself with preparing plates of waffles, expertly drizzling them with whipped cream and syrup. Despite the uneasy feeling lingering in the back of his mind, he can't help but be comforted by the familiar routine of cooking for his nakama.

"Breakfast is served!" Sanji announces, setting the plates down in front of each crew member.

Luffy's eyes light up at the sight of the towering stack of waffles, and he wastes no time digging in with gusto. Nami savors each bite with a satisfied expression, already planning their next adventure with the promise of treasure. Usopp and Franky engage in lively chatter between mouthfuls, discussing potential upgrades for the Thousand Sunny.

Zoro picks up his fork, his expression unreadable as he takes a bite of his waffle. Sanji watches him carefully, wondering if their encounter from the night before lingers in Zoro's mind as well. But Zoro says nothing, and Sanji can't bring himself to broach the subject either.

As the crew eats and laughs together, the tension of the previous night slowly dissipates, replaced by the camaraderie that binds them as nakama. Despite the uncertainty of what lies ahead, they know they can always count on each other to face whatever challenges come their way. And for now, that's enough to bring a sense of peace to their morning meal.

Sanji finds himself alone in the kitchen, elbow-deep in suds as he tackles the morning dishes. But amidst the clatter of plates and cutlery, his mind remains stubbornly fixated on the events of the previous night. The memory of Zoro's kisses, far from innocent, plays on an endless loop in his mind, each touch and caress etched into his memory.

Sanji feels bad, guilty for doing this. He was troubled by another of his nightmares and let himself be ruled by alcohol.

Sanji struggles to comprehend Zoro's actions. Despite pouring out his own childhood traumas, he can't fathom why Zoro would embrace him. Perhaps it was an attempt at offering support and compassion, albeit in Zoro's typically clumsy way. Knowing Zoro's tendency to express himself through actions rather than words, Sanji rationalizes that the embrace was simply a gesture of camaraderie among nakama. Nothing more. Sanji may be straight, nor is he so ignorant as to imagine that, because Zoro had sex with men, then this embrace was two-way. Just like kissing, it started with yet another challenge between them, a rivalry. Both didn’t want to lose. Afterwards, they remain human, young men and inevitably it can be easy to get carried away by such fiery kisses.

But still... we’re talking about Zoro.

"Cook-san?" Whispers a feminine voice that pulls him out of his reflexion abruptly, almost scaring him. He turns around and immediately his eyes become little hearts when he sees Robin. "Robin-chwan! What can I do for you?"

"I just came to get a coffee. But you look somewhere else because I’ve been here five minutes. Everything okay?"

"Yes, I did... I didn’t sleep very well to be honest," he said, trying to hide his redness.

Sanji's heart races at the sight of Robin, his thoughts momentarily diverted from the turmoil within. With a charming smile, he responds, "Oh, Robin-chwan, of course! Just give me a moment."

As he prepares the coffee, Sanji's mind drifts back to the events of the previous night. He can't shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at him, nor the lingering warmth of Zoro's embrace. Despite his efforts to focus on his task, his thoughts keep returning to the confusing encounter with the swordsman.

Robin observes Sanji's distracted demeanor, her keen eyes betraying her curiosity. "Are you sure everything's alright, Sanji?" she asks softly, her concern evident in her voice.

Sanji forces a reassuring smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Yes, Robin-chwan, everything's fine. Just a bit tired, that's all," he replies, hoping to brush off any further inquiries.

But Robin, ever perceptive, sees through his facade. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here," she offers gently, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder before leaving him to his thoughts.

Alone once again, Sanji grapples with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. He knows he can't keep avoiding the truth forever, but for now, he'll bury his doubts beneath the familiar rhythm of the ship's daily routine. As he leaves the galley for the deck, he enjoys the morning sun and grab a cigarette. He leans on the railing while pulling his cigarette and contemplates the crew waking up gently and leaving in its occupations. Robin, her coffee in hand sits near her flowers, a book in hand. The sight of this beautiful woman makes him blush as usual but the fact that she noticed that something disturbed him worries the cook.

Sanji rubs his eyes, he has the impression that everything escapes him since Whole Cake Island. His body changes, his nightmares multiply, all to the point that he finds himself kissing his rival. The cook sighs as a reassuring hand rests on his shoulder.

"Sanji-bro? Everything okay?" Franky asks, worried.

Sanji forces a smile as he turns to face Franky, grateful for the concern but unsure of how to respond. "Yeah, Franky, I'm fine. Just a little tired, you know?"

Franky studies him for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "You sure? You seem kinda... off lately."

Sanji's smile falters, the weight of his troubles pressing down on him. "I appreciate your concern, Franky. Really, I do. But it's nothing I can't handle."

Franky nods slowly, though he doesn't seem entirely convinced. "Alright, if you say so. But remember, we're all here for you if you need anything."

Sanji nods in gratitude, touched by Franky's sincerity. "Thanks, Franky. I'll keep that in mind."

With a reassuring pat on the shoulder, Franky returns to his work, leaving Sanji to ponder his thoughts in solitude. The events of the past few weeks weigh heavily on his mind, and despite his efforts to push them aside, they continue to haunt him. As he watches the crew go about their morning routines, a sense of unease lingers in his heart, a nagging feeling that things are about to change in ways he can't yet comprehend.

Another nightmare, even more intense than the last. Always the same haunting images, replaying in his mind like a twisted film reel. Sanji sits on the edge of his bed, tears stinging his eyes, trembling hands reaching up to touch his face, checking for the absence of the metal mask that haunts his dreams. His body still echoes with the phantom pains of the beatings he endured as a child, his face burning with remembered blows and his ribs aching as if they were truly broken. With a heavy sigh, he rises from the bed and quietly slips out of the boys' quarters, seeking solace in the cool night air.

As he lights a cigarette, his hands shake almost imperceptibly, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within him. He makes his way to the bow of the ship, drawn to the vast expanse of the sea and the calming rhythm of the waves. He looks up and sees light through the windows of the crow’s nest. The idea of climbing it crosses him before the events of several days ago come back to his mind, coloring his cheeks.

It's out of the question that he seeks solace with Zoro after a nightmare. There are too many thoughts swirling in his mind at the moment, too many unresolved emotions to contend with.

A movement catches his eye, and he turns to see Luffy leaping over the railing, a bright smile lighting up his face. Sanji is taken aback to find his captain awake at this hour, but before he can gather his thoughts, Luffy is upon him, enveloping him in a tight embrace that sends them both tumbling to the deck.

"Sanji, did you have another nightmare?" Luffy's voice is filled with genuine concern, his eyes searching Sanji's face for any sign of distress.

Sanji blinks in surprise, caught off guard by Luffy's perceptiveness. "How did you... what?"

"I've always known, Sanji. I just didn't say anything because, you know, you're in charge!" Luffy's grin is infectious, but there's a seriousness in his eyes that belies his carefree demeanor. "But I've been worried about you since Wano. A captain has to take care of his crew, right?"

Sanji averts his gaze, feeling Luffy's presence pressing against him, shielding him from having to face his captain directly. Guilt weighs heavy on his heart as he reflects on the events of Wano. In a small voice, he ventures to ask:

"Luffy... are you mad at me?"

"About what?" Luffy's response is immediate, filled with genuine curiosity.

"About me asking the stupid swordsman to kill me..."

Luffy tightens his grip on Sanji, wrapping his arms around his cook's body several times and burying his head in the crook of his neck. Despite Sanji's inner turmoil, the embrace of his captain brings him a sense of comfort.

"No, Sanji. But you're not gonna lose your mind," Luffy replies, his voice soft yet resolute.

"How do you know?"

"I just do."

Sanji lets out a heavy sigh, gently extricating himself from Luffy's embrace while keeping his captain close. He can't bring himself to reciprocate the hug just yet, still too shaken by his own thoughts.

"Luffy, I know you trust me, but this isn't about strength. There's nothing we can do about genetics. It's what determines who we are, our bodies, our brains... If my genetics decide to rewire my brain, then..."

"Sanji..."

"I'm serious, Luffy."

"But I didn't understand ..."

Sanji sighs again, frustrated by his inability to convey the complexity of the situation to Luffy. He tries another approach, hoping to make his captain understand.

"Luffy, you saw how my brothers were."

"Hmm-hmm."

"I could become like them. That means not feeling fear, being cold, not caring about others, even hitting a woman... and maybe even stop loving you."

"But that's not gonna happen."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, Luffy. It's not about willpower."

"I trust you, Sanji. You've saved the lives of people who hurt you. I don't care about your genetics. Your food always warms our bellies. You smile all the time and you trust us. You're gonna stay you."

Luffy furrows his brow, a determined expression on his face as he looks into Sanji's troubled eyes. He knows convincing Sanji won't be easy, but he's determined to try.

"Sanji," Luffy begins, his voice gentle yet firm, "I understand you're worried, but you're not alone. We're all here for you, and we're not gonna let anything happen to you."

Sanji shifts uncomfortably, his doubts still lingering. "But Luffy, you don't understand. What if I can't control it? What if I become like my brothers?"

Luffy shakes his head, his gaze unwavering. "Sanji, you're not like them. You're strong, and you've always fought to protect your friends. That's not gonna change just because of some stupid genetics."

Sanji's shoulders sag, his resolve wavering. "But what if I hurt someone? What if I can't stop myself?"

Luffy takes a step closer, placing a reassuring hand on Sanji's head. "Sanji, listen to me. You're not alone in this. We're all here to help you, no matter what. And I know you won't let anything happen to us. You're too good of a person for that."

Sanji's eyes soften, a glimmer of hope flickering within them. "You really believe that, Luffy?"

Luffy nods firmly. "Of course I do. You're part of my crew, my nakama. And I'll always believe in you, no matter what."

Sanji takes a deep breath, his doubts slowly starting to fade. "Thanks, Luffy. I needed to hear that."

Luffy grins, his confidence unwavering. "Anytime, Sanji. We're in this together, remember?"

With Luffy's words echoing in his mind, Sanji feels a renewed sense of determination. He may still have doubts, but with his captain's unwavering support, he knows he can face whatever challenges lie ahead. Together, they'll overcome anything that comes their way, just like true nakama should.

Finally, Sanji musters the courage to return the embrace to his captain, wrapping his arms around Luffy and allowing a tear to trickle down his cheek.

"I need to do something about these nightmares..." Sanji confesses, his voice heavy with concern.

"Ask Chopper for medicine!" Luffy suggests eagerly.

"Medicine?" Sanji raises an eyebrow, puzzled.

"Yeah, something to fight off the nightmares!" Luffy replies with genuine concern for his cook's well-being.

Sanji offers a small smile. "It's not as simple as that, Luffy."

Luffy furrows his brow, deep in thought as he considers how to help his friend.

"You need something stronger than your nightmares!" Luffy declares, determination shining in his eyes.

Sanji blinks in surprise at the unexpected suggestion. "Like what?"

"You love women, right? Think of them when you have nightmares!" Luffy suggests with a wide grin.

Sanji's cheeks flush crimson at Luffy's blunt advice. "Luffy, did you really just say that?"

"Or you can do what Chopper does!" Luffy continues, undeterred.

"What does Chopper do?" Sanji asks, curiosity piqued.

"When Chopper has nightmares, he sleeps with Zoro!" Luffy explains enthusiastically.

Sanji's eyes widen in disbelief. "Sleeps with Zoro? I'm not sure that's the solution for me, Luffy..."

Luffy chuckles heartily. "Come on, Sanji! It works for Chopper! Maybe it'll work for you too!"

Sanji shakes his head, unable to contain a chuckle at Luffy's unconventional suggestions. "Luffy, I’m not going to sleep with this stupid cactus when I have a nightmare!"

"Shishishihshi! I would!”

Sanji refuses to mention that the last time he sought Zoro's help for his nightmares, it ended in unexpected kisses. Recalling the intimate moment makes him feel even more conflicted about seeking solace in Zoro's presence again. Instead, he decides to focus on the present moment, gently standing up with Luffy still wrapped around him, his rubbery limbs clinging tightly.

"You want a snack?" Sanji suggests with a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

"MEAT!" Luffy replies enthusiastically, his eyes lighting up at the prospect.

"Alright, alright," Sanji concedes, amused by Luffy's unwavering love for meat. "Let's get you something to eat."

With a smile, Sanji heads towards the kitchen, Luffy still clinging to him like a determined koala, ready to whip up a meal to satisfy the captain's insatiable appetite.

A few days pass, and Sanji can only acknowledge one thing: Zoro keeps his promise. He behaves like the nakama he has always been.

Whenever their paths cross, they engage in their usual banter. Sometimes their exchanges escalate into mock battles, with Diable Jambe clashing against Zoro's three-sword technique. Despite their skirmishes, there's no intention to cause harm. Zoro never brings up what transpired in the crow's nest, nor does he inquire about Sanji's well-being after another nightmare. He simply leaves Sanji to navigate his own emotions, as he always has.

Sanji doesn't detect any awkward glances or suggestive smiles from Zoro. The swordsman maintains his routine unchanged. He spends short nights keeping watch over the ship, trains and meditates during the day, and joins the crew for breakfast in silence, occasionally teasing Sanji when he flirts with the girls. Then, he resumes his training regimen, punctuated by brief naps and occasional requests for alcohol. It's as if the events in the crow's nest never occurred—no awkward moments, no confessions, no hugs or kisses.

This should offer reassurance, proof that Zoro acted in accordance with his duty to protect the crew. He provided Sanji with the comfort and warmth he needed at the time, nothing more. However, Sanji finds it difficult to move on. He struggles to convince himself that what happened was normal because, to him, it wasn't.

One evening, as Sanji busies himself preparing rice balls for the crew, the tranquility of the kitchen is shattered by the unexpected arrival of Zoro. With a heavy sigh, Sanji continues his task, his irritation evident in his tone as he addresses the swordsman without even sparing him a glance.

"You'll have to wait until dinner for sake," he remarks, his voice tinged with disapproval.

Zoro's response is characteristically defiant. "I don't recall asking for your permission," he retorts, his tone unapologetic.

The tension between them hangs thick in the air as Zoro makes his way towards the back of the kitchen, where the alcohol is stored. But before he can reach his destination, Sanji's frustration boils over, and he moves swiftly to intercept him. With a low growl, he wipes his hands on a nearby towel and steps into Zoro's path, blocking his access to the bottles.

Without a word, Sanji raises his leg, pinning Zoro's hand against the wall before he can grasp the bottle of sake. The swordsman's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden display of force, but he makes no move to resist as Sanji asserts his authority.

Despite the tense moment in the kitchen, their confrontation doesn't escalate further. Instead, it seems to fuel the usual banter between them.

"You always have to be so difficult, mosshead," Sanji mutters, his tone laced with annoyance as he releases Zoro's hand and steps back.

Zoro smirks, unfazed by Sanji's irritation. "And you always have to stick your nose where it doesn't belong, cook," he retorts, reaching past Sanji to grab the sake bottle from the shelf.

Sanji rolls his eyes, shaking his head in exasperation. "Just don't drink it all before dinner," he warns half-heartedly, already resigning himself to the fact that Zoro will do as he pleases.

"I’m not the one who is a lightweight about alcohol," Zoro retorts with a smirk, pouring himself a generous amount of sake before making his way out of the kitchen.

Sanji feels a prickling discomfort gnawing at him as Zoro's words bring back memories of his drunken attitude in the crow's nest. He clenches his jaw, trying to push aside the uneasy feeling that threatens to surface.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he grumbles under his breath, his voice carrying a tinge of defensiveness as he busies himself with finishing up the rice balls.

But despite his attempts to brush it off, the memory of that night lingers in the back of his mind, like a stubborn thorn that refuses to be ignored. He can still taste the lingering warmth of Zoro's lips against his own, a sensation that sends a shiver down his spine even now.

Zoro notices the discomfort in Sanji's demeanor, and he mentally berates himself for causing it. He knew it would upset Sanji, and yet he couldn't resist the temptation to engage in their usual banter, even if it meant crossing a line. Even if he kept his promise and always treated him the same way, he should not have given in to his pride and accepted this stupid challenge. Swallowing with difficulty, Zoro's cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment as he looks away and murmurs, "Sorry."

"Huh? Sorry about what?" Sanji's voice carries a note of confusion, his brow furrowing as he looks at Zoro.

"I didn’t have any ulterior motives the other night," Zoro admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just let myself be fooled by your stupid provocation. I shouldn’t have. I can see you’ve been uncomfortable for days."

Zoro notices the discomfort in Sanji's demeanor, and he mentally berates himself for causing it. He knew it would upset Sanji, yet he couldn't resist the temptation to engage in their usual banter, even if it meant crossing a line. Despite keeping his promise and treating Sanji the same way, he shouldn't have let his pride lead him into accepting such a foolish challenge. Swallowing with difficulty, Zoro's cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment as he looks away and murmurs, "Sorry."

"Huh? Sorry about what?" Sanji's voice carries a note of confusion, his brow furrowing as he looks at Zoro.

"I didn’t have any ulterior motives the other night," Zoro admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just let myself be fooled by your stupid provocation. I shouldn’t have. I can see you’ve been uncomfortable for days."

Sanji’s hands tense around the rice balls. He doesn't know how to react; surprised to see Zoro feeling guilty, yet too proud to admit vulnerability.

"It’s nothing, it won’t break me."

"Yeah?"

"I’m not made of glass."

A small silence settles between them as Zoro nervously scratches his head. He knows that Sanji is strong, yet he still ventured into territory that should have been off-limits. Zoro, a man, kissed him, knowing Sanji's preference for women. He feels remorseful for not handling the situation better.

"Actually, the hardest part the next day was remembering that what I was having a nightmare about and my childhood experiences," Sanji confesses, his voice softening slightly.

"I see..."

"You’re just a bunch of muscles, trying to protect me. Nothing more than a friend helping another."

"Friend?"

"What...?"

"We never referred to each other like that..."

"Fine, I’ll leave it to the shitty swordsman then."

"Shitty cook."

"Mosshead."

"Dartbrow."

"You cactus face."

"Mr nosebleed."

Unwittingly, they find themselves locked in a battle of insults, their eyes locked in a defiant stare. Foreheads almost touching, they stand at an impasse, a familiar tension crackling between them. Their verbal sparring continues unabated until Nami enters the kitchen. Catching sight of their confrontation, she sighs before clearing her throat. Immediately, Sanji spins around, his demeanor shifting to one of cheerful innocence.

"Nami-swaaaan! What can I do for you?"

"Pervert cook," Zoro interjects, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Huuuh! What was that?" Sanji bristles, his irritation evident.

"You heard me very well," Zoro retorts, a smirk playing on his lips.

Before Sanji can react, he lunges towards Zoro, but their scuffle is short-lived. In a swift motion, both find themselves sprawled on the ground, nursing sizable bumps on their heads as Nami delivers a flurry of punches, annoyed by their incessant bickering.

"Now that you're done making a racket, I've come to warn you that we may not get any sleep tonight. A huge storm is approaching, and we need to prepare the boat," Nami announces firmly.

"Right away, Nami-san," Sanji replies, rubbing his sore head as he springs to his feet, ready to heed her command.

As the storm rages on, the Straw Hat crew finds themselves battling against a pair of ferocious sea monsters that threaten to tear their ship apart. The rain lashes against the deck, and thunder booms overhead as the crew scrambles into action.

Luffy charges forward, his fists crackling with electricity as he launches himself at one of the sea monsters, aiming to deliver a powerful blow to its jaw. Meanwhile, Zoro unsheathes his swords, his muscles tense as he prepares to engage the other monster in combat.

Nami, Usopp, and Chopper do what they do best, howl in fear and encourage Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Jimbe while hiding. Sanji leaps into the fray, his legs a blur as he delivers a series of devastating kicks to the sea monsters' underbellies, aiming to weaken them and create openings for his crewmates.

Robin joins the fight, her limbs multiplying as she ensnares the monsters in a web of arms, restraining their movements and preventing them from causing further damage to the ship. Franky emerges from below deck, his cyborg enhancements gleaming in the stormy light as he unleashes a barrage of missiles and laser beams at the sea monsters, hoping to incapacitate them with overwhelming firepower.

Brook dances into battle, his ghostly form flickering as he wields his sword with precision, slicing through the sea monsters with elegant swiftness and skill. Jimbei, the master of Fish-Man Karate, brings his immense strength and aquatic combat prowess to bear against the sea monsters, delivering powerful blows that send shockwaves rippling through the water.

Together, the Straw Hat crew fights with all their strength and skill, determined to protect their ship and each other from the relentless onslaught of the sea monsters.

A massive wave crashes against the side of the ship, threatening to overturn it. The crew members grip onto anything they can find, their hearts pounding with fear as they struggle to maintain their footing on the slippery deck. Robin almost goes overboard, losing her balance but Luffy catches her by stretching his arm.

"Mother sea! Don't embrace me in your arms tonight! I want to live!" shouts Usopp.

"Do you think she can take me to the other side, even though I'm already dead? Yohohohoho!"

"Zoro, cut through the sea now!"

"Get it together, Usopp!"

Franky's mechanical arms extend, anchoring themselves to the ship's railing as he braces himself against the force of the wave. He goes to the other side of the pack and uses his "General Cannon" technique to blow air and rebalance the boat.

At the same time, Jimbei springs into action, his massive Fish-Man strength coming to the fore as he plants himself firmly on the deck. With a series of swift, precise movements, he shifts his weight and uses his mastery of Fish-Man Karate to counterbalance the ship, guiding it back to an upright position against the onslaught of the raging sea.

"Well done!" cries Nami, who had also lost her balance.

With the boat back straight and the defeated sea monsters, it seems like the hardest part is behind them. However, the Observation Haki of those who possess it is suddenly activated. They sense danger approaching rapidly from the depths, right towards them. In an instant, a sea king emerges from the water. The boat is lifted by the power of the generated waves, causing several Straw Hats to fall. Zoro tumbles from the crow’s nest, but Jimbe manages to catch him before he can harm himself. Chopper is nearly thrown overboard, but Franky extends the chain of his arm to catch him. Nami is less fortunate as she is the one who falls overboard.

The current immediately pulls her in all directions, dragging her towards the depths with no way to rise to the surface. The sea king roars and dives again, intent on devouring the navigator. Without hesitation, Sanji dives in to save her. Instead of swimming, he uses his Sky Walk underwater, turning it into a Blue Walk. A race ensues between the monster and him. Sanji doesn't think, his genetics kick in naturally. His eyebrows change direction, making him faster, and just as the monster opens its maw, Sanji manages to catch Nami and propel her towards the surface.

In horror, Nami watches as Sanji is swallowed by the sea king. She is paralyzed, unable to scream or act. A firm grasp around her waist pulls her upwards, and she sees that Jimbe has dived in as well. Being a fish-man, water is his element. Finally able to breathe, Nami immediately grabs onto Jimbe and shouts:

"The sea king swallowed Sanji! We need to act fast!"

"Luffy! Catch Nami-san!"

“Namiiiiiii! “Yells the captain, stretching his arm out to catch her.

As Nami finds safety aboard the Thousand Sunny, Zoro follows too, plunging into the churning waters below. Unlike Sanji's effortless underwater agility, Zoro relies on Jimbe's strength to navigate the depths. As they descend, the pressure of the ocean bears down on Zoro's body and lungs, testing his endurance with each passing moment. Yet, guided by their haki, they press on, determined to confront the looming threat.

With Jimbe leading the way, they soon sense the presence of the sea monster lurking nearby. Zoro braces himself as a powerful current pushes against them, a telltale sign of Sanji's relentless struggle against the creature's grasp. A knowing smile crosses Zoro's lips.

As they close in on their target, Jimbe seizes the opportunity to snatch Sanji from the monster's clutches, while Zoro swiftly moves to silence the beast's menacing jaws. Drawing Enma from its sheath, Zoro channels his conqueror's haki into his blade, unleashing a devastating strike that cleaves the creature asunder.

With the threat vanquished, Jimbe secures Sanji's unconscious form, while Zoro begins to feel the effects of oxygen deprivation. Acting quickly, Jimbe pulls Zoro to safety, and together they ascend toward the surface, his lungs burning with the urgent need for air.

As they breach the water's surface, Luffy's outstretched arm reaches out to them, pulling them aboard the ship with a strength born of determination.

"Chopper, we need oxygen for Sanji – his leg was caught in the jaws of that sea monster!" Jimbe's urgent plea echoes across the deck as he turns to Zoro, concern etched on his face. "Zoro-san, are you alright?"

Zoro nods, albeit breathlessly. "I'll be fine. We must continue to protect the ship until the storm subsides."

As Chopper rushes to attend to Sanji's injuries, the rest of the crew springs into action, bracing themselves against the relentless onslaught of the storm. With Zoro and Jimbe back on deck, their focus shifts to fortifying the ship and weathering the tempest.

Luffy's gaze flickers between his crewmates, his determination unwavering even in the face of adversity. "We'll make it through this storm together, just like we always do," he declares, his voice ringing out above the roar of the wind and waves. Nami, still shaken from her ordeal, joins them on deck, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of further danger. "We need to secure the sails and reinforce the hull," she instructs, her voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them.

Franky nods in agreement, his mechanical arms moving deftly as he begins to assess the damage to the ship. "I'll start repairs right away," he announces, his determination matching that of his captain.

Usopp, ever the sharpshooter, takes up his position at the bow, scanning the tumultuous sea for any signs of approaching threats. "I'll keep watch and take out any monsters that come our way," he vows, his resolve unwavering.

Together, the Straw Hat crew works tirelessly, their bonds of friendship and camaraderie serving as their strongest anchor in the storm. With each passing moment, they draw closer to weathering the tempest and emerging victorious once more.

The storm has finally subsided, leaving behind a sense of exhaustion that permeates the air. The crew gathers around the kitchen table, weariness etched into their faces. Chopper is notably absent, tending to Sanji's recovery in the infirmary.

Inside, Sanji lies unconscious but stable, his breathing steady thanks to the oxygen he received and the removal of seawater from his lungs. Robin enters the infirmary, concern evident in her eyes as she approaches Chopper.

"How's his leg?" she inquires softly.

Chopper responds with a reassuring smile. "He's fine, Robin. His leg has no serious injuries."

"Nothing at all?" Robin asks, surprised.

"Just a minor mark where the sea monster's tooth grazed him," Chopper explains. "But thanks to his genes and his exoskeleton, his body was able to withstand the attack. I've already treated his dislocated knee, and he'll be fully healed in no time."

Robin nods in understanding. "That's a relief. He's lucky to have such resilience." Chopper nods, his expression one of relief. "Yes, he just needs some rest now. When he wakes up, it'll be like nothing ever happened."

With Sanji's condition stable and his recovery assured, the crew can finally breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that their comrade will soon be back on his feet. Zoro offers to Chopper to go to rest, that he remains awake to monitor the state of Sanji. The little reindeer asks Zoro to come and wake him as soon as Sanji regains consciousness.

Zoro nods in agreement, understanding the importance of keeping a watchful eye on Sanji's condition. "Don't worry, Chopper. I'll stay here and keep an eye on him," he assures the little reindeer.

Chopper gives Zoro a grateful smile before heading out of the infirmary, his exhaustion evident in his steps. "Please wake me up the moment Sanji wakes up," he requests before disappearing down the hallway.

Alone in the infirmary with Sanji, Zoro settles into a chair beside the bed, his gaze unwavering as he monitors his friend's breathing. The room is quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of Sanji's breaths and the occasional creak of the ship as it sails through calm waters.

“No surprise you’re in fourth place stupid cook. Look what situation you’re in…”

In the depths of the night, Sanji finds himself ensnared once again in the clutches of a recurring nightmare that haunts his troubled mind.

In this haunting dream, he is transported back to the desolate confines of his childhood dungeon. Sanji stands alone, a small and helpless figure, trapped within the cold stone walls of his cell. Around his head, a heavy metal mask restrains him, its weight pressing down on him both physically and emotionally.

With tears streaming down his face, young Sanji pleads desperately for his father to release him from this suffocating prison. But his cries fall on deaf ears, drowned out by the cruel laughter of his tormentors echoing through the corridors.

Suddenly, the heavy footsteps of his brothers reverberate through the darkness, sending a shiver of fear down Sanji's spine. They emerge from the shadows, their faces twisted into sinister sneers as they advance menacingly towards him.

Trapped and defenseless, Sanji can do nothing but brace himself for the inevitable onslaught of abuse. Each blow lands with brutal force, leaving him battered and bruised, his fragile spirit shattered beneath the weight of their cruelty.

As the nightmare reaches its crescendo, Sanji awakens with a start, his heart racing and his body drenched in sweat. Despite his desperate attempts to escape the horrors of his past, the specter of his childhood trauma continues to haunt him, casting a dark shadow over his troubled mind.

“Oi cook?”

Sanji doesn’t not pierce Zoro’s voice immediately, the images of his dream putting him in a semi-awake state. Little by little reality catches up with him, the memories of the day before return to him. The weather, the sea monsters, the king of the seas, Nami who falls overboard…

"Nami-san!"

"She’s fine, everyone’s fine."

The sound of Zoro's voice breaks through the haze of Sanji's mind, pulling him back to the present moment. He turns to meet Zoro's concerned gaze, his body still trembling with the residual fear from both his nightmare and Nami’situation. The sensation of being trapped in a cell, the suffocating pressure of the water, and the searing pain of the sea monster's jaws on his leg all feel too real, even now.

The panic invades him and with a hesitant breath, Sanji tentatively lifts the sheet covering his leg, expecting to find it maimed or missing altogether. The memory of the jaw closing in on his leg, the sensation of his bones breaking, his knee dislocating. To his immense relief or surprise, his leg appears unscathed, whole and intact. It should be a cause for celebration, a testament to his resilience and survival. But instead, a deep-rooted dread settles in the pit of his stomach, overshadowing any sense of relief.

He quickly makes the link that his exoskeleton prevented the pressure of the machete to tear his leg. He understands that during his recovery his bones were put back in place.

This body that he doesn’t understand has just saved him.

The mere thought of his family, the Vinsmokes, and their monstrous legacy sends a chill down Sanji's spine. The memories of his traumatic past resurface with a vengeance, reminding him of the relentless cycle of abuse and torment he endured at their hands. Despite his physical safety, the scars of his past continue to haunt him, leaving him grappling with a sense of dread and despair.

Vinsmoke. Germa. Monster. Sanji will never feel at peace.

Sanji feels a rising tide of panic engulfing him. His breath quickens, coming in shallow gasps as his heart races erratically in his chest. The walls of the infirmary seem to close in around him, like the metal helmet. He grabs his hair firmly. Zoro watches with growing concern as Sanji's hands begin to tremble uncontrollably, his body tensing with each passing moment. He reaches out a hand, hesitating for a moment before gently laying it on Sanji's shoulder, offering a silent gesture of support.

"Cook, hey, take deep breaths, I told you, Nami’s fine!" Zoro urges, his voice calm but firm as he tries to anchor Sanji in the present moment.

But Sanji can't seem to break free from the suffocating grip of his panic. His thoughts spiral out of control, consumed by fear and dread as he struggles to regain control of his racing mind. Every heartbeat feels like a hammer blow against his chest, each breath a desperate gasp for air. Sanji's distress reaches a breaking point; he tugs at his hair in frustration, his breaths ragged and each swallow feeling like swallowing shards of glass.

"Come on, Cook." Zoro's voice cuts through the chaos, firm and unwavering. "You're stronger than this. You know you are."

Tears stream down Sanji's cheeks, the hand on his shoulder offering little comfort. Like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline, he clutches at Zoro's T-shirt, burying his face in his neck. His breathing becomes more labored, his head invade by anxiety.

"Z-zoro," he stammers, his voice choked with emotion. "I don’t want this b-body... I don’t w-want to be like this..."

"Like what?" Zoro's voice is gentle, coaxing Sanji to articulate his fears.

"I don’t want to... I don’t w-want to be a m-monster." Sanji's words tremble with vulnerability.

"Cook..."

"Zoro p-please help m-me," Sanji pleads, crying like the little children he used to be against Zoro’s shirt.

Zoro's decision to embrace Sanji is driven by more than just duty; He is very surprised to see the cook in such a state of ill-being. He cannot believe that the man who cries against him has a bounty of more than a billion berries. As he wraps an arm around the cook, even if he is bad with words, he tries to speak with a firm yet compassionate tone.

"Take a deep breath, Shit-Cook. You're safe here, on the Sunny, surrounded by your crewmates. You aren’t in a cage…"

Sanji's voice trembles with emotion as he pours out his fears about his genetic heritage and the body he inhabits.

"This body... I don't want it," he chokes out, his distress palpable.

"But this body saved your life, Cook! It saved Nami's life too. Without your exoskeleton, you wouldn't have been able to protect her from that monster."

Sanji may hear the words, but he doesn’t listen to them, he cannot soak them up. He tightens more the shirt of his rival in his hands, the image of Queen who grinds it in all directions and him who replaces his bones as if he were an articulated puppet. He sees again Chopper and the Minks being shocked, the little reindeer saying "Sanji, you scare me...”

"Do you hear what I’m saying? Your genes are not going to make you attack a woman, they just saved one. You save women, cook!” Soft, wet moans escape him, attempting to convey his feelings, but the tears welling in his eyes choke off his words, making it difficult to draw a breath. "You won't lose yourself, Sanji," Zoro continues, his voice unwavering. "You didn't hesitate to jump in and save Nami when she was in danger. That's the kind of man you are – brave, selfless, and strong."

Sanji's sobs gradually subside, his breathing steadying as he absorbs Zoro's words. In that moment, he finds strength in the swordsman's unwavering support.

"You weren’t there at Whole Cake Island. You didn’t see my brothers, sadistic, cold, sociopathic... My body is like theirs now, I don’t want to... have a cold heart like them…”

"I don’t care about them! I don’t care about your family and I don’t care about your genes! You’re looking for excuses cook! It hasn’t stopped you from being strong so far and it hasn’t stopped you from being even stronger today."

Even as Sanji's breathing begins to steady, his inner turmoil persists. The haunting images of his nightmares and past traumas continue to linger behind his eyes, refusing to fade even with his eyes open. Sanji remains trapped in the grip of his demons.

"Right now, Cook, if we were to fight, I’m not sure I’ll be safe." Zoro's voice carries a hint of urgency, his concern evident.

"Don't say anything stupid..." Sanji's response is strained, his brow furrowing with worry.

"I'm serious! My swords might not even harm you!" Zoro's words hang heavy in the air, the weight of their implications sinking in.

Sanji closes his eyes, feeling the sting of tears threatening to overflow. Gradually, his ragged breaths begin to slow, finding a rhythm synced with Zoro's steady heartbeat. Zoro does his best to provide comfort, holding Sanji close with a hand on his neck, ignoring the fact that his shirt is completely wet now.

"Cook, you're not going to turn into a monster. And I won't have to end you," Zoro's words are firm, yet laced with an underlying sense of empathy.

There's a moment of silence, broken only by the tightening grip of Sanji's fingers on Zoro's shoulders.

"Sanji..." Zoro's voice breaks the silence, surprising Sanji to hear his name from Zoro's lips.

"Mhh-mhh?" Sanji responds, his voice muffled against Zoro's chest.

"I suspect that what you've been through will haunt you for a while... but it's not your body that's the problem, it's your perception of it. What you’re experiencing now is a breaking point. You’ve always had nightmares but you could live with them. Whole cake Island, your genes waking up, you’re falling apart. But it’s just a bad time. I know what I’m talking about..."

Zoro says as Kuina’s memories on the floor, a cloth hiding her pale face, lifeless... He saw himself crying, screaming, tearing the whole world apart. At the age of eight, he wanted to destroy everything. Afterwards, after this moment of rupture, he learned to live with it. This is what Sanji is experiencing now. And having a breaking point is not a weakness, on the contrary. The cook proves that his heart is there, sad and terrified.

Slowly, the tremors begin to subside. Sanji feels like he's adrift, his mind engulfed in a whirlwind of memories from his childhood. Minutes pass, with Zoro holding him close until his breathing steadies into a calm rhythm. Though the tears have stopped, the weight of sadness still lingers heavily upon him. He's supposed to be Zoro's rival, the one he bickers and battles with, yet seeing him reduced to this vulnerable state is a heartbreaking sight for Zoro.

Zoro senses Sanji's growing calmness and attempts to gently pull away, intending to restore some sense of dignity to the situation. However, to his surprise, Sanji clings to him, refusing to let go.

"Oi..." Zoro starts, only to be interrupted by Sanji's plea.

“Stay…”

"Cook, you should-" Zoro begins again, but Sanji cuts him off.

"It’s not make much difference. And I... Rah doesn’t make me say that..."

"What, you admit that you feel safe here? Or you don’t mean that I, Zoro, your friend is cheering you up? No, I know, you want me to spoon you?"

"Shut up..."

Zoro can't help but chuckle at Sanji's retort, feeling a slight easing of tension in the air. Yet, Sanji still carries the weight of his past, the memories of pain and the unfamiliarity of his own body. Sanji still feels the blows on him, the helmet on his head and this body that he cannot identify as his.

Once again, he realizes that he didn’t have a lot of hug. All the physical contact on his body comes down to blows. Even when he makes love to a woman, he’s the one who takes care of her, the one who kisses her everywhere, caresses her skin and covers her with tenderness.

"Zoro..." Sanji's voice breaks the silence, drawing Zoro's attention.

"Mhh?" Zoro responds, curious about what Sanji has to say.

"Come closer," Sanji requests, his voice soft yet earnest.

"Oi, Cook. There’s no alcohol there..." Zoro teases gently, but Sanji brushes off his remark.

"I don’t care. I want to believe you. I know I’m not very manly now... but I also know you’re gonna keep it a secret."

Zoro doesn't reply verbally, but inwardly acknowledges that Sanji is right. The concept of a "rival embrace" doesn't necessitate enmity. They're both protectors of the crew, each in their own way. They have always protected their image. Sanji did it for Zoro a Thriller bark, today it’s Zoro's turn.

"Enjoy, it’s not every day that I’m so fragile," Sanji adds, a hint of humor in his tone.

"Are you implying I’m much stronger than you, fourth place?" Zoro counters playfully.

"As if..." Sanji retorts, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Lie down, I’m tired."

"Huh?"

Zoro doesn't repeat himself. Instead, he guides Sanji to lie down and settles in behind him, wrapping his arms around him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Sanji feels a blush creeping up his cheeks, but the warmth of Zoro's embrace begins to dispel the haunting images of his nightmares. The oppressive atmosphere of the cell fades away, replaced by a comforting cocoon created by Zoro's muscular frame. Like a protective shield, Zoro's innate warmth surrounds Sanji, offering him solace and reassurance.

"Last time you spooned me, it got a little out of control..."

"Whose fault was that, with your stupid challenges..."

Sanji can’t help but smile, the first genuine one since he woke up. It’s true that provoking such a challenge hadn’t been easy, especially while he was drunk.

"Still, I won."

"What a foolish cook! I recall you moaning like a virgin when I kissed you with my tongue!"

"I didn’t moan, you foolish swordsman!"

Their banter, though laced with sarcasm, carries a hint of camaraderie, a bond that even the stormiest seas can't break. Sanji maintains his stance, adamant that he emerged victorious from their previous encounter.

"I'm telling you, I won fair and square," Sanji insists, a playful glint in his eye. Zoro rolls his eyes, though a faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming, Cook. You were practically begging for it," Zoro teases, his smirk widening.

Sanji scoffs, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "I wasn't begging! You were the one too weak to resist my kisses!"

"I was the one who offered to stop, but you desperately grabbed me, craving more of my precious kisses!”

"Fuck you."

"What? Now? Is it an invitation? Don’t tell me that, I must remind you that I also enjoy the company of men!"

Sanji's face flushes crimson before he grabs a nearby pillow and starts hitting the swordsman with it, revealing his embarrassment as Zoro bursts into laughter. After their playful banter escalates into a pillow fight, Sanji looks at the ceiling, while the feeling of rivalry comes back in force. But at the same time, in the darkness, the absence of light triggers memories of his dark cell, causing Sanji to swallow hard against the rising discomfort. The recollection of past violence floods his mind, leaving him grasping for something to push it away. The recent exchange of banter with Zoro seems not enough against the weight of his haunting memories, blending the last moment in the crow's nest with the traumas of his childhood.

Unsure of why the question emerges, perhaps a desperate attempt to distract himself, Sanji's voice breaks the silence in a soft whisper. "We can always determine who is the best kisser."

Zoro's reaction is immediate, almost choking on his own breath in surprise. "What are you talking about, stupid cook?" he responds, his confusion evident in his tone.

"I don't fucking know... I'm just... I just want to feel something else than pain, violence, and loneliness... I'm so fucking confused and lost right now...”

Sanji’s broken voice, his vulnerability touches Zoro. For a second, he imagines himself as the cook. You’re supposed to be a strong man, a rock for your crew. But a deep wound destroys your strength. If that were to happen to him, he wouldn’t want anyone to see him weak. He would feel dead from the inside if someone saw him crying or shaking. Then the supplications of Sanji, his confusion, triggers his duty of protection takes a somewhat unabitual turn. Even dangerous…

Once again, the swordsman does not know what words to use and acts by gestures. After a moment of internal struggle, Zoro leans in, he gently lifts Sanji's chin, his touch tender yet hesitant, and presses his lips to Sanji's. The kiss is soft, lips again lips, but it’s enough for Sanji to start feel better. As they pull away, breathing each other’s breath, their eyes cross. The situation is surreal but there is no regret in Sanji’s eyes, rather confusion.

The weight of his nightmares, the unexpected kiss, and the overwhelming flood of feelings leave Sanji feeling utterly lost. His thoughts are a tangled mess, his heart torn between desire and confusion.

Unable to make sense of the chaos within him, Sanji's emotions reach a breaking point. In a moment of desperation, he presses his lips to Zoro's with intensity. It's a raw, unbridled expression of everything he's been feeling. Their lips meet in a passionate embrace. Sanji's heart pounds in his chest, his senses overwhelmed by the taste of Zoro's lips. In that moment, everything else fades away as Sanji loses himself in the intensity of the kiss.

Their kiss deepens, becoming more fervent and intense, as Zoro's tongue gently probes Sanji's lips, seeking entrance. With a soft sigh, Sanji parts his lips, granting Zoro access as their tongues meet in a passionate tangle.

The sensation is electric, sending a jolt of desire coursing through Sanji's veins. Their tongues dance together in a battle, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger born of their rivalry. In the heat of the moment, Sanji's inhibitions melt away, replaced by an overwhelming hunger for more. His hands roam eagerly over Zoro's body, tracing the contours of his neck.

“Cook…”

“I’m fine.”

Zoro trusts Sanji's words. When he says that he’s fine, Zoro knows that he trully got it. Sanji’s need for contact is quite confusing, he is so dissociated from his body, that the only thing that makes him feel alive at this time is nonviolent physical contact. Zoro understands it, he still perceives a certain fragility in Sanji. He lies next to him and spoon it once again. Only this time one of his hands does not just sit against his chest but goes under his t-shirt, touching his skin always a little sweaty from his previous meltdown. He feels under fingers, the muscles contract, surprised by the contact and immediately Zoro withdraws his hand, making him feel guilty about his error of judgment. However, Sanji’s hand grips his to hold it in place. A barely perceptible murmur dictates something that makes it difficult to swallow.

"It’s okay, you can touch my skin... I... I need it..."

"Cook, I really don’t think it’s a good idea..."

"Me neither... but I don’t care. If you say that the problem is my perception of my body then... help me change it..."

Zoro answers nothing more. Once again, as in the crow’s nest, Sanji just needs help. They are both in the infirmary, no one sees them, no one is aware of Sanji’s vulnerability and no one should ever know. Cooking him said the last time in the kitchen, they’re just friends who understand and help each other. They know how to help themselves, how to protect their image and they are the only ones to have seen the other naked. Once again Zoro understands him and his duty reminds him to the odre, he must protect the crew and now it is Sanji who is in need.

"Turn your head a little."

Sanji shuffles, turning his head back to capture his lips again. He closes his eyes and lets go. Zoro’s wide and warm hand lies squarely on his skin, just between his pectorals. He feels the fingers of the spell press and draw the muscles, going up to his neck, passing on a shoulder before going down on his belly. Their tongues fight in a burning dance as sighs escape from their mouths. The more Zoro caresses Sanji’s upper body, the more his primary impulses take over. What appears to be comfort turns to desire. He remains human, young and attracted to both men and women. The slight discomfort through Sanji amuses him a little, each muscle he touches startles, showing the shyness of the cook in front of the situation. Although it is dark, Zoro perfectly manages to imagine Sanji’s milky skin, his blue eyes that must still be reddened by tears without hiding the need in them. He has already seen the cook naked, in the bathroom of the Sunny or in onsen but he never had a fantasy about him.

Yet he could because even if he is his rival and he prefers to kick his ass, Sanji is far from being an ugly man. It’s actually quite the opposite. The cook takes care of himself and his appearance, always clean, always well dressed with his costumes, blond hair well in place and cologne that ennobles the air wherever he goes. Sanji is a handsome man and the fact of touching and imagining him naked with this glow of need in the eye awakens the desire in Zoro.

"Shit..."

"What is it ?"

"Shut up."

Sanji lets go of a sound of incomprehension before startling feeling Zoro’s mouth plunging into his neck. He feels the swordsman breathe his smell and blush violently. Only he is not prepared for the continuation while Zoro’s fingers begin to gently scratch the muscles of his torso. Zoro kisses just under Sanji’s ear before biting lightly and then licking, snatching a groan from Sanji who puts his hand on his mouth immediately, shocked by his own sound. The moan tightens Zoro’s grip on his skin. He approaches his ear and whispers in a more hoarse voice than usual:

"How can you hate your body. Fuck... you’re so sexy..."

"W-what…?"

This is the first time Sanji has heard someone say her body is sexy. The women he seduced have already complimented him with words like "beautiful, clean, well-dressed." But afterwards, while he is naked against a woman, he is not complimented on his body itself. And precisely the subject of his body is currently the source of his anxiety, hearing it is... pleasant. Seeing the effect on the cook, Zoro bites the skin of his neck again. His hand flatters Sanji’s abs.

"For someone who only fights with his legs, you have a hell of an abs."

"Idiot, you, who do bodybuilding every day, how do you think that I have so much energy in my kicks? I need balance! It’s the abs that allow that!"

"True, true... is it really for balance or to look beautiful?"

"I..."

The redness on Sanji’s cheeks intensifies as he moans of gene, which makes Zoro giggle, which is merciless.

"You train every day?"

"E-every morning before breakfast..."

"Good boy..."

The term Good Boy makes him miss a heartbeat. When it comes to the word boy, all he can think of is him begging his father. “I’ll be a good boy". Sanji closes his eyes as Zoro’s touch on his abs, his tongue in his neck and perfectly chosen words make his body begin to heat up in a different way than just receiving affection.

"Zoro..."

"Mmm?"

Sanji's body tenses as Zoro bites a bit harder on his neck.

"What's on your mind, Cook?"

"I'm not sure... I..."

"Don't feel ashamed for feeling aroused."

"Are you...?"

"Mhh let me think..." he answers, teasing the cook.

Sanji's breath catches as Zoro's teasing sends shivers down his spine.

"Quit playing games, Mosshead. Are you or aren't you?"

"Do you want me to be?"

"I... I think so."

"Then yes, Cook. I am."

Sanji's heart races as Zoro's words hang in the air, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty swirling within him.

"So, what's next?" Sanji asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Zoro chuckles softly, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, that depends. Usually when I have a horny man in a bed, I start to touch him, turning him on a little more until he begs me to fuck him. But I don’t think that’s what you're ready for right now. However, you seem to be craving some affection, and I can see you're feeling quite... excited," he says, gesturing toward Sanji's evident arousal. "How about I give you a hand, and then you can sleep peacefully without nightmares?"

Sanji feels the heat rising to his cheeks, unsure whether it's from the situation, his need for affection, or Zoro's suggestive words.

Sanji's heart races as he weighs Zoro's proposition. The idea of Zoro touching him sends a thrill through his body, but the thought of crossing that line with another man makes him hesitate. Yet, the desire for comfort and connection outweighs his reservations.

After a moment of inner conflict, Sanji nods slowly. "Okay," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sanji's breath hitches as Zoro's hand slips beneath the waistband of his pants, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. His body tenses with anticipation as Zoro's fingers brush against his warm skin.

"Wow, you’re already leaking..."

"Shut the fuck up..."

Zoro smiles against the skin of his neck and touches the tip of his cock with his thumb, playing with the precum to test the sensitivity. A sigh of well-being answers him. He puts his other arm under his neck to grab his chin and turn it towards him to capture his lips in a fiery kiss. A moan dies in his mouth as his hand closes around his length, starting to stroke him. Sanji slowly loses his head, Zoro’s grip is firm and full of confidence, he knows what he is doing. The rhythm is playful sometimes slow to caress its tip with the thumb, sometimes fast making him harder.

"Shit..."

"What is it? I’m that good?"

"Shut up... ahh... fuck..."

"Mhh moans for me, cook..."

As Zoro's hand moves with purpose, Sanji's senses reel with ecstasy. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure crashing over him, his body responding eagerly to Zoro's touch. He cannot believe that the words and voice of Zoro excites him even more. He is touched by a man, by Zoro and yet, he moans in the infirmary, thanking silently that the rest of the crew is sleeping.

"Fucking Cook, you are so sexy..."

"Z-zoro..."

"Wait, lie on your back."

Sanji shuffles as Zoro lies on him. His heart misses a beat, a little intimidated by having another man on him. Especially since Zoro slips his second hand between their bodies to strip his own pants. Reality returns to hit Sanji in the face and a flash of panic crosses his face.

"W-wait..." Begins in a voice of little incomfort.

"Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do anything that’s too gay for you."

"O-ok..."

"Just focus on what you feel."

He nods before closing his eyes and moaning again when Zoro’s thumb rubs the liquid on the tip of his dick. He starts jerking off again, having a little fun with Sanji’s nerves using a slow rhythm. Although the infirmary is in the dark, the light from the moon illuminates slightly and Zoro manages to see the silhouette of Sanji below him. His eyes closed, his face filled with pleasure, his little rough and masculine moans. He is more and more excited himself and if the cook had not been straight, he would already be taking him on this bed until he begged him to make him cum. But he must restrain himself, Sanji does not seek to explore sex between men, he is just vulnerable, lacking affection and in need of tenderness and protection. But god, his own dick was starting to hurt him.

Swallowing with apprehension, he still decides to take his length out of his boxer and lies completely on Sanji until their two arousal come into contact. The blond misses a breath, surprised by the contact, but he doesn't have time to say anything, that Zoro’s firm hand wraps around their cocks and begins to stroke them frantically, tearing each other a moan.

With a fervent urgency, Zoro's hand moves between them, his fingers expertly coaxing their arousal to new heights. The sensation of their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, ignites a firestorm of desire within Sanji. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the intensity of their shared excitement.

As Zoro's movements become more frantic, Sanji's senses are overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure that crashes over him. Every stroke, every touch, sends bolts of ecstasy coursing through his veins, driving him closer and closer to the edge of his orgasm.

Sanji doesn't want to appear inexperienced in front of Zoro. Despite the overwhelming newness of the situation, he boldly slides his hand between their bodies and and wraps it around zoro’s, moving in sync with Zoro's rhythm.

"Fuck..." Zoro moans, taken aback by Sanji's sudden assertiveness.

"You enjoying this, Mosshead?" Sanji taunts playfully.

"Shut up, who's been moaning the whole time?" Zoro retorts, a smirk playing on his lips.

"It's true... I feel a little guilty for just lying here, so I figured I'd show you that I know my way around too. Plus... you're leaking too, and you keep telling me how sexy I am." Sanji teases, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Sanji's boldness surprises Zoro, but he can't deny the rush of excitement coursing through him. With a smirk, he decides to play along.

"You know, for a straight guy, you're doing pretty well," Zoro remarks, his voice laced with amusement. Sanji rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of satisfaction in his expression. "Don't act so surprised. I'm full of surprises."

Their banter only adds to the intensity between them as they continue to move together, their bodies pressed close, their arousal building with each stroke.

Zoro can't help but admire Sanji's determination, his confidence in this unfamiliar territory. And it only makes him more irresistible.

As their pleasure mounts, their movements become more frantic, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. They're teetering on the edge, each touch, each sensation pushing them closer to the climax.

With a final, desperate thrust, they both reach their peak, their bodies trembling with ecstasy as they ride out their release together.

As the waves of pleasure subside, they lie there, panting, their bodies still entwined in the aftermath of their shared ecstasy. Sanji's heart races in his chest, his mind reeling from the intensity of the experience.

Zoro looks down at him, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Not bad for a first time, huh?"

Sanji chuckles breathlessly, a mixture of embarrassment and pride washing over him. "Yeah, not bad at all."

Sanji finds himself feeling strangely content despite the chaos of their circumstances. But as the reality of their situation sinks in, a sense of unease creeps into Sanji's mind. What does this mean for their relationship? Can they go back to being just crewmates after this?

Before he can dwell on it further, Zoro reaches out and spoon him again, his touch gentle yet reassuring. "We'll figure it out, Cook. For now, just get some rest."

Sanji decides to take Zoro’s word and closes his eyes, thinking that indeed, he had too much emotion in one day. But unlike the event in the crow’s nest, this time Sanji has no illusions. What just happened is not nothing.

And they weren’t just gonna be nakamas like they always were.

Chapter Text

When Sanji wakes up the next day, he is in the company of Chopper. The little reindeer hasn’t noticed him yet, so the cook blush as his memory of last night is coming back. He wonders if Chopper saw them, with Zoro, cuddling in the infirmary bed. At one point, Chopper realizes that Sanji is awake and with a cute smile he approaches him.

“Zoro reached me this morning to tell me that you woke up during the night, but you felt ok!”

Sanji inwardly sighs with relief, understanding that Zoro woke up early before anybody could see them like that.

“He told me that you were fine when you woke up and that you guys fought again.”

“Yes we did. I’m ok Chopper, I don’t have any injuries.”

“I know! But everyone is worried about you, Sanji.”

“What do you mean ?”

“Well as a doctor, I can see you are tired, and I was here at Whole cake Island. I might be young but not stupid, so if there is anything I can do to help you sleep better, please let me know!”

“Thank you Chopper I… I will think about it.”

Sanji gets out of his bed, he doesn’t look too good, but he has breakfast for ten persons to do. He checks the time and feels bad to be late on duty. When he arrives in his galley, he can see Nami and Robin already preparing some food.

"Oh no, my little doves, let me handle this!"

"Sanji-kun! Are you alright?" Nami asks immediately, rushing to hug the cook, which causes him to blush furiously and a nosebleed ensues.

"Pervert cook."

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean, Mr. Nosebleed."

"Coming from the guy who sleeps with three swords under his pillow, that's rich."

"Are you itching for a fight, Curlybrow?"

"No, I'd hate to embarrass you."

As their banter escalates, Sanji and Zoro start to circle each other, each waiting for the other to make a move. The tension crackles in the air, thick with the promise of a showdown between the two rivals.

"Enough with the insults, you two," Nami's voice cuts through their bickering like a knife, hands on her hips and a stern expression on her face. Sanji and Zoro pause, their rivalry momentarily forgotten as they turn their attention to Nami.

"What's the matter, Nami-san?" Sanji asks, his tone immediately shifting to concern.

Nami sighs, her frustration evident. "We have more important things to worry about right now than your petty squabbles. Sunny go is in pretty bad condition, we need to take care of her!”

“Is it that bad? Damn, I really overslept this morning, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t worry Sanji-bro! I did a thorough inspection of the ship this morning," Franky begins, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "The overall structure and foundations are holding up well, but we do have some significant issues to address. The mainsail is completely shot and needs to be sewn back together. Additionally, our cola supply is nearly depleted, so we'll need to ration what's left for essential functions like electricity. Some of the aquarium tables came loose and damaged the ice, resulting in water leakage and the unfortunate loss of most of our fish. The bookstore and bathroom being positioned above each other is creating a logistical challenge, and the rope ladder to the crow’s nest is out of commission. There are also some minor plumbing issues, along with damaged furniture and storage clutter throughout."

The crew members exchange worried glances, fully aware of the gravity of the situation. Without the Sunny, their entire journey would be jeopardized.

Nami takes charge, addressing the crew with a determined tone. "Alright, everyone, let's focus on what needs to be done. Usopp, can you patch up the aquarium windows for now?"

Usopp nods. "Yeah, I can whip up a paste to seal them temporarily."

"Good. Robin, you'll handle the mainsail repairs," Nami continues, turning to the archaeologist.

Robin nods in agreement. "Of course, Nami-san. With my abilities, it shouldn't take long."

Nami then looks around at the crew. "Jimbei, can you assist with tying ropes?"

Jimbei nods confidently. "Absolutely, Nami-san. I'll take care of it."

Brook pipes up, eager to help. "I can lend a hand too. Yohohoho!"

Nami nods approvingly. "Great. Zoro, Sanji, you'll handle the supplies and assist with any heavy lifting. Luffy, Chopper, let's get everything else back in order. And Franky, I trust you to oversee the repairs."

The crew members nod in agreement, ready to tackle the tasks ahead and restore the Sunny to its former glory.

Despite the events of the previous night between Zoro and Sanji, Zoro remains focused on his role as a nakama, showing no indication of any change in their dynamic. He works diligently alongside Sanji and the rest of the crew, their previous interaction seemingly forgotten as they prioritize the well-being of the ship.

As they set to work, the crew members fall into a rhythm, each one tackling their assigned tasks with determination and efficiency. Despite the damage and challenges they face, there's a sense of camaraderie and unity among them, a reminder of the bonds that hold them together through thick and thin.

Throughout the day, the crew members work tirelessly to address the various issues plaguing the Sunny. Usopp concocts a makeshift solution to fix the cracked aquarium windows, while Robin deftly sews up the torn mainsail with her multiple hands. Jimbei and Brook lend their expertise in tying ropes and organizing supplies, respectively, while Nami takes charge of inventory management and delegating tasks.

Despite the severity of the damage, the crew's spirits remain high as they work together towards a common goal. Their determination is fueled by the knowledge that the Sunny is not just a ship—it's their home, their sanctuary in the vast sea.

As the repairs progress, Zoro and Sanji find themselves side by side once again, their interactions limited to brief nods and exchanged tools. Despite the lingering tension between them, they remain focused on the task at hand, each understanding the importance of their roles in ensuring the ship's safety.

At one moment, as Sanji is cleaning his knives, the ship suddenly lurches to one side, causing him to lose his balance for a moment. He steadies himself just as Luffy, who had been out fishing, bursts onto the deck with a triumphant shout, holding up a massive fish in his arms.

Caught off guard by the unexpected movement of the ship and Luffy's exuberant entrance, Sanji's grip falters, and one of his knives slips from his hand, nicking one of his fingers. A small cry of panic escapes his lips as he examines his hand, expecting to see blood, but to his surprise, there's not even a scratch. Confused, he picks up the fallen knife and realizes that it's now dull, its blade damaged beyond repair. Sanji's lips tighten in frustration as he comprehends what just transpired.

"I told you, even my swords might not hurt you," Zoro remarks, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's supposed to cheer me up..." Sanji responds, his voice tinged with bitterness as he avoids Zoro's gaze.

Zoro shifts uncomfortably, scratching his head nervously. "I'm trying to..."

"Yeah, well, save it, moss for brain," Sanji retorts, his frustration evident.

"You didn’t say that yesterday when I said you were sexy," Zoro counters with a teasing smile, causing Sanji to blush.

Sanji's embarrassment deepens at Zoro's playful remark, his cheeks flushing crimson as he struggles to find a suitable comeback. His mind races with a flurry of conflicting emotions, torn between irritation at Zoro's teasing and a begrudging acknowledgment of the swordsman's tactict to cheer him up.

"Sh-Shut up, Marimo! Don't you have some swords to polish or something?" Sanji stammers, his attempt at deflection falling flat in the face of Zoro's relentless teasing.

Zoro chuckles, clearly enjoying Sanji's discomfort. "Ah, but where's the fun in that? Besides, it's not every day I get to see you blush like a ripe tomato."

Sanji's frustration mounts as he realizes he's only digging himself deeper into embarrassment. He shoots Zoro a glare, but the smirk on the swordsman's face only widens, fueling his embarrassment even further.

"Damn it, Zoro... Just... just get back to work!" Sanji finally blurts out, his voice laced with frustration and embarrassment.

Zoro chuckles again, but this time he relents, turning his attention back to the task at hand. Despite his embarrassment, Sanji can't help but feel a grudging sense of gratitude towards Zoro for momentarily distracting him from the sudden flow of emotion that was coming after the cut.

As night descends, the crew revels in the cool breeze after a day filled with repairs. Exhausted but content, they gather on the deck to enjoy a barbecue feast, courtesy of the massive tuna Luffy caught earlier. The tantalizing aroma of grilled fish fills the air, enticing everyone's appetites.

Proud of his culinary creations, Sanji takes it upon himself to fetch fresh beers and a milkshake for Chopper. Amidst the laughter and camaraderie, even Usopp and Chopper join in the merriment, egged on by Luffy's antics as he playfully sticks fish bones up his nose, contorting his face into absurd shapes.

In the midst of the festivities, Sanji finds himself feeling oddly at peace, the events of the day fading into the background. He's surprised yet again by Zoro's unwavering camaraderie, the swordsman's concern for his well-being evident despite their recent encounter. While Zoro may have made a passing remark about their interaction, it's clear that his intentions were purely platonic, driven by a sense of duty rather than any ulterior motive.

However, as the flickering light from the barbecue fire casts intriguing shadows across Zoro's tanned skin, Sanji can't help but notice the way it accentuates the contours of the swordsman's muscular physique. Despite his rugged exterior and stern demeanor, there's an undeniable attractiveness to Zoro that Sanji finds himself unable to ignore.

"Damn it..." Sanji mentally chastises himself, his thoughts betraying him once again.

Determined to push aside his unsettling thoughts, Sanji resolves to focus on the present moment and enjoy the remainder of the evening with his crewmates. As the night wears on and the festivities wind down, one by one, the crew members begin to retreat to their respective quarters.

With a sense of contentment lingering in the air, Sanji bids goodnight to his companions, exchanging lighthearted banter and well-wishes for a restful sleep. As he settles into his own bunk, Sanji realizes that something might have went wrong. When he closes his eyes, he can’t stop seeing him with Zoro, kissing and touching each other…

Sanji can’t help but think this isn’t normal.

As he tries to relax, without realizing where it started, he ruminates. He is afraid of having a nightmare even before sleeping and therefore, the images of his brothers who hit him, invade him. Then came his fight against Queen, where a young Geisha, named O-Some, cries before him, believing she was struck by him. Then his forced marriage appears behind his eyelids, his father who did everything to find him, because he did not want to marry "his good children" to a daughter of Big Mom. As the sadistic laughter of his brothers resonates in his head, he naturally begins to project himself, identical to them. After Sparking Red, Electric Blue and Winch Green, there would be Stealth black... An invisible assassin, fast as light, the best combination to be a perfect assassin.

He tries to reassure himself by repeating that he destroyed the Raid Suit, that it was not him who hit O-Some, that his heart still beats, filled with tender and benevolent emotions. But the weight of trauma is too heavy.

Amidst this mental turmoil, the image of Zoro unexpectedly intrudes upon his thoughts. Normally his rival, now Sanji can't shake the memory of their intimate encounter, the feel of Zoro's touch against his skin and the whispered words, “you are so sexy”, shared between them. The memory ignites a flush of embarrassment across Sanji's cheeks as he recalls the sensation of Zoro's lips against his own.

Overwhelmed by the tumult of emotions and memories, Sanji bites back frustration and rises from his bed. With determination, he makes his way to the infirmary, hoping to find solace in the form of a sleeping pill to grant him respite from the haunting specters of his mind.

The next day dawns, but Sanji rises from his fitful sleep feeling even more exhausted than before. Despite the sleeping pill he had taken in hopes of finding reprieve from his nightmares, the haunting visions had persisted, clawing their way into his subconscious with relentless tenacity.

As he shuffles through his morning routine, the weariness etched into every line of his face is evident to his crewmates. Concerned glances are exchanged among the Straw Hats as they gather for breakfast, but no one dares to broach the subject, sensing Sanji's desire for privacy.

Throughout the day, the weight of fatigue hangs heavy upon Sanji's shoulders, his movements sluggish and his mind clouded by the lingering echoes of his nightmares. Despite his best efforts to push through, the specter of sleepless nights looms over him like a dark cloud, threatening to engulf him at any moment.

As evening falls once again, Sanji braces himself for another restless night, steeling his resolve against the relentless onslaught of his own mind. Yet, deep down, he knows that the battle against his inner demons is far from over, and that the darkness of his nightmares may yet claim him once more.

"Sanji, the milk is boiling!"

"Oh! Shout!"

Sanji hurriedly removes the milk from the fire, his mind clearly preoccupied. He's supposed to be preparing a hot chocolate for Chopper, but his thoughts are elsewhere. The little reindeer leaps onto the kitchen countertop, his expression filled with concern.

"Sanji, are you okay?" Chopper asks, noticing the cook's distracted demeanor as he fumbles with the milk.

Sanji forces a smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine, Chopper. Just a bit tired, I guess."

Chopper's brows furrow with concern. "Did you manage to get any sleep last night?"

Sanji shakes his head, his expression growing somber. "No, not really. I took those sleeping pills, but they didn't seem to help much.”

“So it’s not the sleep itself the problem… I can prepare you something with herbs to help relaxing yourself.”

“We can give a try Chopper.”

The little reindeer offers a reassuring smile and extends his hand for Sanji to take. Leading his comrade to the infirmary, he gestures for Sanji to sit on the bed while he prepares the infusion. As Sanji complies, thoughts of Zoro and himself in this very bed flood his mind, the memory of their intimate moment stirring a blush to his cheeks.

"Do you have a fever, Sanji?" Chopper inquires, his concern evident in his voice.

"No, just feels a bit warm in here," Sanji replies, attempting to dismiss any worry.

With innocence, Chopper opens the window to let in the cool night air, then returns to his task, determined to aid Sanji in getting a better night's sleep.

"Do you know why you're not sleeping well?" Chopper asks gently, breaking the silence as he continues his preparations.

"I... I have nightmares," Sanji admits reluctantly.

"About what?" Chopper probes, his tone gentle yet insistent.

"I don’t feel like talking about it, Chopper..." Sanji deflects, his discomfort palpable.

"I understand, but if you're having nightmares, there's likely a reason," Chopper persists. "Sometimes our bodies and minds try to purge excess emotions or burdens."

"I suspect... but don’t worry, Chopper, I’m handling it. I’m just a little more tired than usual," Sanji reassures, though his exhaustion is evident in his voice.

The little reindeer offers no further comment, focusing on his task at hand. As minutes pass in silence punctuated only by the sound of the mortar, Sanji watches Chopper's back and a memory from Wano resurfaces.

"Chopper... did I really scare you? I mean, with my body... the fact that I can regenerate..." Sanji's voice trails off, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

"Oh Sanji..." Chopper turns, setting aside his work to face his friend. "I said that out of shock! I saw you healing right before my eyes, with all those broken bones and a broken neck... My rational doctor brain couldn't believe it! But you don't scare me, Sanji. I'm just grateful you have those genes, because seeing you heal was a relief. What matters is that you're alive!"

Sanji's eyes glisten with unshed tears as a smile of relief spreads across his face. Without hesitation, Chopper abandons his task to throw himself into Sanji's arms.

"Sanjiiii, I'm sorry! I didn't realize it upset you to hear that! I'm just glad you're alive!" Chopper exclaims, his voice filled with remorse.

"It's okay, Chopper... really, it's fine," Sanji reassures, returning the embrace with gratitude.

As they embrace, a sense of comfort washes over Sanji, dispelling some of the weight that had settled on his shoulders. In Chopper's embrace, he finds solace, reassurance that despite the challenges they face, he is not alone. The warmth of their friendship fills the room, driving away the lingering shadows of doubt and fear.

With a deep breath, Sanji releases the tension he's been holding onto, allowing himself to fully embrace the moment of connection with his friend. For a brief moment, the worries and anxieties that had plagued him fade into the background, replaced by a sense of peace and acceptance.

"Thank you, Chopper," Sanji murmurs, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.

"No need to thank me, Sanji," Chopper replies, his voice muffled against Sanji's shoulder. "That's what nakama are for."

As Chopper resumes his task of preparing the infusion, Sanji watches him with a newfound sense of gratitude. The little reindeer's unwavering support and understanding have provided him with a moment of respite from the turmoil of his own mind. With each gentle motion of Chopper's hands, Sanji feels a sense of calm wash over him, easing the knots of tension that had taken root within him.

As the fragrant aroma of the herbal infusion fills the room, Sanji closes his eyes, allowing himself to be enveloped by the comforting scent. It's a small gesture, but one that speaks volumes of Chopper's care and concern for his well-being.

"Here you go, Sanji," Chopper says softly, offering him a steaming cup of the herbal brew. "Drink this. It should help you relax and hopefully get some rest."

Sanji accepts the cup gratefully, taking a slow sip of the warm liquid. As its soothing effects begin to take hold, he feels his muscles begin to loosen, the tension of the day slowly melting away.

"Thank you, Chopper," Sanji says, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I really appreciate everything you've done for me."

Chopper smiles warmly, his eyes twinkling with kindness. "Anytime, Sanji. We're all here for each other, no matter what."

With a nod of agreement, Sanji takes another sip of the herbal infusion, allowing its calming properties to lull him into a sense of peace. In this moment, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the gentle hum of the infirmary, he finds himself grateful for the bonds that hold the Straw Hat crew together.

As Sanji makes his way back to his quarters, his mind still lingering on the comforting words of Chopper, he notices a faint glimmer of moonlight reflecting off the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Curious, he steps out onto the deck and finds himself face to face with Zoro, who is engaged in his nightly training regimen.

The sight of Zoro, sweat glistening on his muscular form as he moves with fluid grace, brings back memories of their secret interaction in the infirmary. Sanji's cheeks flush at the recollection, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal stirring within him.

For a moment, he watches Zoro in silence, captivated by the raw power and determination that radiates from the swordsman. Despite their recent encounter, Zoro remains focused on his training, his usual stoic demeanor unchanged.

As Sanji continues to observe, he can't help but feel a pang of longing, a desire to recapture the intimacy they shared in the infirmary. But he quickly pushes the thought aside, reminding himself of the boundaries that exist between them as nakama.

With a sigh, Sanji tears his gaze away from Zoro and continues on his way to his quarters. Despite the lingering thoughts of their secret interaction, he knows that now is not the time to dwell on such matters. There are repairs to be made, responsibilities to fulfill, and nightmares to conquer.

As he settles into bed, Sanji closes his eyes, determined to push aside the distractions of the past and focus on the challenges that lie ahead. Yet, deep down, he can't shake the feeling that his encounter with Zoro has stirred something within him, something he's not quite ready to confront.

The infusion helped a little, it slightly nightmarish but it was not significant enough to do damage. Sanji woke up at the same time he used to wake up. He still feels tired but it’s bearable. Sanji comes out of his bunk and walks into the bathroom. He sighs with contentment under the hot water and lets his muscles relax. He closes his eyes, passing a hand through his wet hair to his neck which he tries to massage. As he lets himself go in the steam of the room, the door opens, followed by an apology.

"Damn, I didn’t know you were here..." "You can come, it’s not the first time we take baths together. At least here we don’t have to share the bathtub with Usopp, Luffy and Chopper.”

Zoro steps into the bathroom, his presence causing Sanji's heart to skip a beat. Despite their recent interaction and the lingering tension between them, there's a sense of familiarity and comfort in their shared space.

Sanji offers Zoro a small smile, gesturing for him to join him under the warm cascade of water. Without hesitation, Zoro strips off his clothes and steps into the shower, standing shoulder to shoulder with Sanji.

As the water washes over them, Sanji can't help but feel a sense of closeness to Zoro, a connection that goes beyond mere camaraderie. He finds himself drawn to the swordsman, his gaze lingering on the intricate patterns of scars that adorn Zoro's muscular frame.

For a moment, they stand in silence, the only sound the steady rhythm of the falling water.

“Did you had a better sleep?”

Sanji nods, the warmth of the water soothing his tired muscles. "Yeah, the Chopper’s infusion helped a bit. Thanks for asking."

Zoro grunts in response, his expression unreadable as he leans back against the tiled wall. The tension between them seems to dissipate in the steam-filled room, replaced by a sense of ease and familiarity.

After a moment of silence, Zoro speaks again. "You seem more relaxed today."

Sanji shrugs, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Maybe the hot water is doing its magic."

Zoro chuckles softly, the sound echoing off the walls of the bathroom. "Well, in that case, let's make the most of it."

With that, Zoro stands up and gestures towards the bathtub, a mischievous glint in his eye. Sanji raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his expression, before following Zoro's lead.

As they settle into the warm, inviting water of the bathtub, the tension of the day seems to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. For a moment, they simply soak in silence, allowing the comforting embrace of the water to envelop them. Then, with a small smile, Zoro leans back against the edge of the tub and closes his eyes, his muscles relaxing beneath the surface of the water. Sanji watches him for a moment, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips, before allowing himself to do the same.

As they lie there together, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the sides of the tub, Sanji can't help but feel grateful for this moment of respite amidst the chaos of their lives as pirates. And as he steals a glance at Zoro, a sense of warmth and camaraderie fills his heart, reminding him once again of the unbreakable bond that ties them together as nakama.

However, Sanji realizes the situation. He is in a bathtub with Zoro. As he said, this is not the first time the boys of the crew have bathed together, but it is the first time since the crow’s nest and infirmary events. The proximity and nakedness of the swordsman makes his thoughts drift on the recent intimate contact they had. A particular phrase comes to mind:

Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do anything that’s too gay for you.

His curiosity leads him to ask a question he has been wondering about for a few years.

"Hey, Zoro," Sanji starts tentatively, "What’s it like, you know, sex between men?" Zoro’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You have a knack for asking such questions at the best time, Cook. We’re naked in a bathtub."

Sanji blushes, realizing the awkward timing of his question, but he presses on, determined to satisfy his curiosity.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Sanji replies sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "But seriously, I’ve always wondered. You know, since we’ve been through... things... recently, I thought I’d ask. I just... I want to understand, that's all. Is it really that different from being with a woman?"

Zoro considers the question for a moment before responding. "Yeah, there are some differences."

"I wonder how two men shows affection to each other during sex..."

Zoro scratches his head, trying to find the right words to explain. "Well, it's not so different in terms of showing affection. It's about trust, intimacy, and being in sync with your partner."

Sanji nods, his curiosity piqued. "But what about... you know, the physical aspect?"

Zoro shifts uncomfortably, unsure how to answer. "It's... more direct, I guess. There's less... fuss."

Sanji furrows his brow, trying to understand. "Less fuss?"

Zoro clears his throat, feeling a bit awkward. "Yeah, I mean, there's no need to worry about certain things like... uh, pregnancy."

Sanji's eyes widen in realization. "Ah, I see. It's more straightforward."

Zoro nods, relieved that Sanji seems to grasp the concept.

With a cocky smile, Sanji decides to tease a bit more Zoro, complety forgeting that they are in a bath together. "I'm sorry but I can't imagine you, bunch of muscle and your cactus face, beeing all sweet and gentle with a woman or a man.”

Zoro chuckles, amused by Sanji's teasing. "Oh, you'd be surprised, Cook. I have my moments."

Sanji's teasing earns him a playful shove from Zoro, causing water to splash over the edge of the tub. Despite the light banter, there's an underlying sense of camaraderie between them, a bond strengthened by their shared experiences and open conversation.

"Well, you'll just have to take my word for it, Cook," Zoro retorts, his tone laced with amusement. "Some things are better left to the imagination."

Sanji grins, enjoying the friendly exchange. "Fair enough, Mosshead. But thanks for answering my questions."

Zoro nods in acknowledgment, a small smile playing on his lips. "Anytime, Cook. Just try to pick a better time next time, okay?"

Sanji chuckles, feeling a sense of camaraderie with Zoro that goes beyond their usual bickering.

"Want a breakfast?"

"Hell yeah."

As they step out of the bath and dry off, Sanji heads to the kitchen to whip up a hearty breakfast for them both. Zoro follows behind, his muscles tense from their earlier training session but a contented smile lingering on his lips.

As Sanji expertly navigates the kitchen, Zoro settles into a chair at the table, watching with interest as the cook moves with grace and precision. The aroma of sizzling bacon and brewing coffee fills the air, adding to the cozy atmosphere of the galley.

Soon, plates piled high with scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and freshly toasted bread are set before them, accompanied by steaming mugs of coffee. Zoro digs in eagerly, relishing the hearty meal after a long morning of training.

"Thanks, Curly." Zoro says between mouthfuls, his appreciation evident in his tone.

Sanji smiles warmly, pleased to see his friend enjoying the meal. "No problem, Mosshead. Just don't expect this every day."

Zoro chuckles, knowing all too well Sanji's penchant for extravagant cooking. "Wouldn't dream of it, Cook."

As they eat, the conversation flows effortlessly between them, the earlier tension of their conversation in the bath now replaced by easy camaraderie. It's moments like these that remind them of the bond they share as nakama, a bond that transcends mere friendship and binds them together as a family.

There is no way, something more is happening between them…

"ISLAND!" Luffy's voice booms from the Lion’s head, the announcement sending a surge of excitement through the Straw Hats. A new island means new adventures and, after the storm wreaked havoc on their supplies a few days prior, the promise of replenishing their resources.

"Is it a big island? The Log Pose keeps its course, it is that we did not target this island. Zoro that you saw from above?” Asks Nami.

"It's not particularly large, but it's lush with vegetation."

"Awesome! That means plenty of hunting and barbecuing tonight!" Luffy exclaims, his enthusiasm infectious.

Nami interjects with a note of caution, "We can't afford to linger too long. If we stray off course, our Log Pose will reset, and we'll lose our course. It's too risky for Luffy and Zoro to wander off alone."

"Oi!" replies Zoro, upset.

Nami ignores it and gives her direction. "Alright then, it's settled. Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Jimbe, Franky, and I will head to the island to restock supplies while the rest of you stay on the Sunny to keep watch."

With the plan in place, the crew sets their course for the island, eager to see what new adventures await them on its shores. As the Sunny draws closer to the island, anticipation builds among the crew. Luffy paces back and forth on the deck, his excitement palpable.

"I can't wait to explore!" he exclaims, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Sanji, Zoro, and the others gather on the deck, preparing to disembark as soon as they reach the shore. Jimbe, with his vast knowledge of the sea, offers some insights about the island.

"It looks like there's a small village near the coast," Jimbe observes, pointing toward the shoreline. "Perhaps we can find some friendly locals who can help us resupply."

Franky nods in agreement. "Sounds like a plan. We'll split up and cover more ground that way."

Nami chimes in with a reminder, "But let's not forget to keep an eye on our Log Pose. We don't want to risk losing our course."

With everyone on board and the plan in motion, the crew eagerly awaits their arrival at the island, eager to embark on another thrilling adventure.

With the crew divided into two groups, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Franky, Jimbe, and Nami set foot on the island's sandy shore. The warm breeze carries the scent of tropical flowers, invigorating their spirits as they begin their search for supplies.

As they venture further inland, they encounter a small village nestled amidst the lush greenery. Children play in the streets, their laughter echoing through the air. Nami approaches a group of villagers, her diplomatic skills at the ready.

"Excuse me, do you know where we can find supplies?" she asks politely.

The villagers offer warm smiles and point in the direction of a nearby market. "You'll find everything you need there," one of them replies.

Meanwhile, Sanji's attention is caught by a young girl with wide eyes and pigtails, who seems fascinated by his distinctive eyebrows. She approaches him tentatively, a curious expression on her face.

"Your eyebrows are funny," she remarks, her innocent observation causing Zoro to chuckle beside him.

Sanji smiles at the girl, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Well, they're unique, just like me," he replies with a wink. “Do you want to know what’s other thing I can make unique?”

“Yes!” She answers, curious.

Sanji takes the time to buy a plain rice ball on the stand next door. He asks for chocolate chips, sesame seeds, a small edible flower and in a few movements of hands, he makes an onigiri a small mouse head with a flower behind the ear.

"And this is the unique Queen of mice!" "Wow!" exclaims the little girl, stars in her eyes.

Zoro can't help but join in on the teasing as he nudges Sanji playfully. "Yeah, Cook's eyebrows are so unique, they're practically a landmark on their own!"

Sanji rolls his eyes, but he can't suppress a smirk. "Oh, shut up, Mosshead. At least my eyebrows have character."

Zoro chuckles at Sanji's retort. "Character, huh? More like a target for birds to nest in."

Sanji scowls at Zoro's jab. "Watch it, Marimo. At least my eyebrows don't look like they've been dipped in green paint."

Zoro raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Hey, my green hair is a sign of strength and vitality. It's a symbol of the warrior's spirit."

Sanji snorts. "Or maybe you just forgot to wash out that seaweed you've been chewing on."

Their banter draws amused glances from the villagers as they navigate the bustling market, their lighthearted jabs serving as a familiar comfort amidst the unfamiliar surroundings. Despite their differences, it's moments like these that remind them of the camaraderie that binds them as nakama on their journey.

As they peruse the market stalls, Nami leads the group with a keen eye for bargains, while Franky marvels at the array of mechanical gadgets on display. Jimbe converses with the locals, exchanging stories and gaining insights into the island's culture and customs.

Meanwhile, Luffy's attention is diverted by the sight of a colorful display of exotic fruits. His eyes light up with excitement as he eagerly samples each one, much to the amusement of the vendors.

With their supplies replenished and their spirits lifted by the warmth of the island's inhabitants, the crew prepares to head back to the Sunny. As the Straw Hats make their way back to the shore, they are suddenly confronted by a group of villagers, led by the family of the young girl who found Sanji's eyebrows amusing. The villagers' expressions are hostile, their eyes filled with suspicion as they advance towards Sanji.

"You! You're one of them, aren't you?" accuses the girl's father, pointing an accusing finger at Sanji. "One of those Germa soldiers who brought nothing but destruction to our island!"

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief at the accusation. "No, you've got it all wrong! I'm not a Germa soldier. I'm just a chef!"

But his protests fall on deaf ears as the villagers close in, their anger fueled by years of resentment and fear towards the Germa. Luffy steps forward, ready to defend his cook, but Nami holds him back, recognizing the danger of escalating the situation.

"We need to diffuse this peacefully," she urges, her voice calm but firm.

As the villagers' accusations intensify, Sanji's heart races with fear and guilt. He knows the pain and suffering caused by the Germa, and the thought of being associated with them fills him with dread. Yet, despite his innocence, he can't shake the feeling of responsibility for the villagers' suffering.

"I-I swear, I'm not one of them," Sanji stammers, his voice tinged with desperation. "I would never bring harm to innocent people."

But his words seem to fall on deaf ears as the villagers remain hostile, their distrust palpable in the air. Sanji's chest tightens with a sense of helplessness, the weight of their suspicion crushing him beneath its burden.

Zoro's hand tightens on his sword hilt, ready to defend his nakama if necessary, but Sanji shakes his head, silently pleading for restraint. He knows that violence will only escalate the situation further, and the last thing he wants is for innocent blood to be spilled because of him.

It would just make the Germas right.

As the standoff continues, Sanji's mind races with thoughts of how he can prove his innocence and earn the villagers' trust. But deep down, he knows that some wounds run too deep to be healed with mere words. And in that moment, he feels the weight of his past sins bearing down on him, threatening to consume him whole.

Suddenly, a voice cuts through the tension like a beacon of hope. It's the little girl who had found Sanji's eyebrows amusing, her innocent gaze filled with confusion and concern.

"He's not a bad guy! He just made me laugh! He also made me an onigiri, the unique Queen of mice! " she insists, her words resonating with sincerity.

The villagers pause, their hostility momentarily tempered by the child's plea. Sanji's heart swells with gratitude, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he looks upon the girl with a mix of relief and admiration.

Her courage reignites his determination to prove his innocence, and with a steady voice, he addresses the villagers once more. "I may not be able to change your perception of me, but I swear on my life that I am not affiliated with the Germa. I am just a chef, trying to feed everyone that have an empty stomach."

The villagers exchange hesitant glances, swayed by the sincerity in Sanji's voice and the innocence of the young girl's testimony. Slowly, their expressions soften, and some even offer nods of understanding.

Moved by the scene unfolding before him, Luffy steps forward, his trademark grin firmly in place. "Yeah! Sanji's right! He's a great cook, and he'd never hurt anyone unless they mess with his food!"

Nami adds her support, her voice calm but firm. "We're just passing through, looking for supplies. We mean no harm to your village."

The daughter’s father, always suspicious, replied with a firm voice:

"So go as fast as you came! If you really don’t want anything to our island, don’t stay there!"

The father's stern words hang in the air, casting a shadow over the temporary truce. Sanji's heart sinks as he realizes that not everyone in the village is willing to extend their trust.

Luffy's grin fades for a moment, his brows furrowing in frustration. “But they can’t talk about Sanji like that!”

Nami shoots Luffy a warning glance, silently urging him to remain calm. She steps forward, addressing the father with a measured tone. "We understand your concerns, sir. We've gathered our supplies and we'll be on our way."

Sanji can feel the tension thickening as the villagers watch their every move, suspicion still lingering in their eyes. He clenches his fists, his sense of guilt and frustration mounting with each passing moment.

"We didn't mean to cause any trouble," Sanji says, his voice tinged with regret. "We'll leave as soon as we're on our way."

The father's gaze remains stern, but there's a hint of uncertainty flickering beneath the surface. As the Straw Hat crew makes their way towards the Sunny, the villagers part to let them pass, their wariness palpable in the air.

As they board the Sunny and set sail, Sanji can't shake the weight of the encounter from his shoulders. Guilt gnaws at him, knowing that their presence had caused distress to the villagers. He watches the island fade into the distance, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach.

Wherever he goes, the specter of Germa haunts him relentlessly. Sanji grapples with the fear that, despite his efforts to distance himself from his family's legacy, he might still succumb to the traits of a cold-hearted soldier. The constant reminders of Germa's existence threaten to push him over the edge, eroding his fragile sense of self.

Already teetering on the brink, these reminders only serve to exacerbate his inner turmoil. He yearns for a reprieve, a moment of respite from the incessant whispers of his past.

All he wants is to find peace within himself.

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Despite the heaviness weighing on Sanji's heart, the crew sails on, their destination uncertain but their resolve unwavering. As they navigate the open sea, a somber silence hangs over the Sunny, each member lost in their own thoughts.

Sanji finds himself retreating to the quiet solitude of the galley, seeking solace in the gentle sway of the ship and the soothing rhythm of the waves. Alone with his thoughts, he allows himself a moment of vulnerability, letting the tears he's been holding back finally flow. The memories of his past haunt him like ghosts, their whispers echoing in the recesses of his mind. He recalls the pain of his childhood, the loneliness of his adolescence, and the constant struggle to break free from the shadows of his family's legacy.

“Fuck… everything was fine, until they capture me to marry poor Pudding-chan. I hate you. I fucking hate you Judge Vinsmoke.”

Sanji's voice trembles with anger and frustration as he curses his father's name, the bitterness of his words laced with years of pent-up resentment. He clenches his fists, the memory of his forced marriage to Pudding-chan reopening old wounds that refuse to heal. He decides to dry his tears.

"Well," Sanji finally says, breaking the silence, "I better get moving. There's dinner to prepare."

Sanji swiftly tidies up the ingredients and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. Donning his well-worn apron, he immerses himself in the art of cooking, seeking refuge in the culinary symphony unfolding before him. With each chop and sauté, he loses himself in the dance of flavors, allowing his senses to intertwine with the ingredients. In this sacred space of the kitchen, he finds temporary respite from the burdens of his lineage, the looming shadows of the Vinsmoke and Germa.

"Sanjiiiii! Food!"

"Patience, Luffy! Your bottomless stomach can wait. Get out of here, you silly rubber!"

"But... can I at least taste it?" Luffy asks, sneaking a hand towards a bowl.

"No!" Sanji retorts, swiftly kicking the captain's face and ejecting him from the kitchen through the door.

Alone once more, Sanji returns to his culinary creations. However, his solitude is short-lived as the door swings open again, prompting a vein to bulge on the cook's forehead.

"I already told you no, Luffy!"

"Shut up, cook, I'm just grabbing some booze."

"Of course... you can't wait, you stupid swordsman."

"Wait, what? Your food is disgusting no matter what," Zoro retorts.

"What did you just say, Mosshead?"

"You heard right, Curlybrow!"

A second vein appears on Sanji's forehead as he abandons his preparations, leaping over the counter to confront Zoro. With lightning speed, he draws a sword to block Zoro's incoming blow. Their playful banter erupts into a chaotic scuffle, the clashing of metal echoing through the kitchen as Sanji and Zoro engage in their usual antics.

As they spar, the rest of the crew watches from a safe distance, accustomed to the occasional clashes between the two hotheaded pirates. Nami sighs, shaking her head at their antics, while Usopp and Chopper exchange amused glances.

Meanwhile, Luffy attempts to sneak back into the kitchen, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he reaches for a nearby plate of food. Before he can make his move, Nami grabs him by the collar and pulls him away, scolding him for trying to interrupt the chaos.

Sanji and Zoro continue their duel with unmatched intensity, their movements fluid and precise. Despite their differences, there's a mutual respect between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of each other's strength and skill.

Eventually, their clash reaches a stalemate, both combatants breathing heavily as they step back, their swords still drawn. With a grudging nod, they sheathe their weapons, a silent agreement to call a truce for now.

"Alright, enough fooling around," Sanji says, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I've got dinner to prepare."

“Have fun with that, Shit-cook.”

“Fuck you!”

Zoro turns his head and raises a provocative eyebrow. Sanji doesn't catch on right away, but ends up blushing violently.

"NO! GET OUT OF HERE, YOU IDIOT!"

Zoro explodes with laughter before heading out with his bottle in hand. Sanji pinches the bridge of his nose, overwhelmed by Zoro’s innuendos. However, amidst the banter and the swordsman’s teasing, Sanji fails to realize that he is completely himself again. In the end, the best remedy is to just be natural.

As the savory aroma of his dishes wafts through the air, Sanji's spirits lift. He may be grappling with his past and the uncertainties of the future, but in this moment, surrounded by the warmth of the kitchen and the laughter of his crewmates, he finds a semblance of peace.

With each dish he prepares, Sanji pours a piece of his heart and soul into the food, hoping to bring a smile to the faces of his friends and a sense of home to their hearts. And as they gather around the table to share the meal he has lovingly crafted, Sanji knows that, no matter what challenges lie ahead, they will face them together, as a family.

As the crew gathers around the table, Sanji takes a moment to observe the scene before him.

Luffy's infectious laughter fills the air as he eagerly digs into his meal, his eyes lighting up with excitement at the prospect of food. Nami sits beside him, her expression one of contentment as she savors each bite, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.

Across from them, Zoro sits with his usual stoic demeanor, though there's a hint of relaxation in his posture as he enjoys the meal. Franky and Jimbei share stories and jokes, their laughter mingling with the sounds of clinking utensils and bustling activity.

Sanji takes a moment to savor the sight of his nakama, feeling a swell of gratitude and affection wash over him. In their company, he finds strength and purpose, a sense of belonging that he thought he had lost long ago.

As they enjoy their meal together, Sanji silently vows to cherish these moments, knowing that they are precious and fleeting. Whatever challenges may come their way, they will face them together, united as one. And with the bonds of friendship and loyalty that bind them, there's nothing they can't overcome.

You can not take this away from me, fucking piece of shit of a father.

Every night before bed, Sanji asks Chopper for the brew to help him relax. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. This night in particular, it didn’t work. He’s in a nightmare again.

In the darkness of his mind, he is transported back to his childhood again, confined within the cold, sterile walls of his cell aboard the Germa Kingdom's floating fortress. The cell is suffocatingly small, the walls closing in around him like a vice, suffusing the space with a sense of claustrophobia.

In his nightmare, Sanji can hear the distant echoes of harsh voices and cruel laughter, the sound of his family's disdainful taunts ringing in his ears like a relentless barrage of verbal blows. Their words are like daggers, piercing his fragile psyche and filling him with a profound sense of worthlessness.

As he curls into a ball, seeking refuge from the onslaught of torment, Sanji's mind becomes a battleground of conflicting emotions. Guilt gnaws at him like a ravenous beast, fueled by the belief that he is somehow responsible for his own suffering.

“I’m sorry dad… I’m sorry to be weak… Please let me out, I’ll fight, I’ll be a soldier! I’ll be a good boy…”

“You are a good boy, cook.”

“Huh? Z-zoro?”

The swordsman is behind the bars, crouched down and smiled. Sanji stands up and realizes that he’s in his adult form.

“Can you open me, Mosshead?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because we are nakama.” Only the silence answers him. “Z-zoro? We are nakama, aren’t we?”

As Sanji pleads with Zoro to release him from the nightmare, the swordsman's smile twists into a sinister grin, sending shivers down Sanji's spine. The familiar features of his nakama morph into something dark and foreboding, his eyes glinting with malice.

"You really think I'd help a pathetic weakling like you?" Zoro's voice drips with disdain, each word laced with venom. "You're nothing but a burden to the crew, Sanji. A worthless failure."

Sanji recoils in horror, the weight of Zoro's words crushing his spirit like a ton of bricks. The walls of the cell closing in around him, suffocating him with their oppressive presence.

"No, that's not true," Sanji protests weakly, his voice barely a whisper throught the metal helmet.. "I-I'm not weak. I'm... I'm..."

“Useless? Worthless? Why are you still alive? Luffy asked me to come here to tell you that it’s better that you stay here.”

“W-what… ? No he would never say that! You are lying! Beside, you aren’t Zoro! You are-”

“I am very much Zoro! And you know what, I don’t even to kill you anymore! You aren’t worth my time! Luffy can’t be the King of the pirates with a waste like you!”

As Zoro's words cut through him like a knife, Sanji's heart sinks with despair. The weight of his nakama's rejection crushes him, leaving him feeling utterly alone and abandoned in the darkness of his nightmare. Tears blur Sanji's vision as he struggles to cling to the belief that his captain, his friends, would never abandon him. But the insidious voice in his mind, wearing Zoro's face, plants seeds of doubt that take root and spread like wildfire.

"Y-you're lying," Sanji stammers, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

"Luffy would never... he wouldn't..."

But the voice, this twisted version of Zoro, only laughs mockingly in response. "Oh, but he did, Sanji. He gave up on you. And why wouldn't he? You're just a worthless failure, after all."

Suddenly, Sanji's eyes snap open, his chest heaving as he gasps for air. Sweat beads on his brow as he takes in his surroundings, the familiar sight of the Sunny's cabin providing a stark contrast to the nightmare he had just endured. His heart is pounding, almost out of his chest. Sanji finds himself deeply unsettled, his body awake but his mind still trapped in the grips of his nightmare. The weight of Zoro's words echoes in his ears, fueling a surge of rage that courses through his veins.

Caught in the grip of his emotions, he springs out of his bunk and storms out of the boys' quarter. His eyes fixate on the crow’s nest, where light spills from the window, intensifying his anger to a blazing inferno. Instead of taking the ladder, he unleashes his Sky Walk technique, propelling himself upward with fiery determination.

As soon as he enters the crow’s nest, he unleashes a furious kick, aiming squarely at Zoro. The swordsman, taken aback by the sudden attack, barely has time to draw his sword, instead using the weapon in its sheath to block the blow. He finds himself face to face with Sanji, who is consumed by hatred, his expression contorted with rage and sweat glistening on his brow.

"Who’s a worthless failure?" Sanji's voice trembles with anger and disbelief.

"W-what?" Zoro's confusion is evident as he tries to make sense of the sudden assault.

"How can you say that! Son of a..." Sanji's words are choked with emotion, his fists clenched as he struggles to articulate his overwhelming frustration.

He leans on the swords to send his second leg while Zoro's blocks, brow furrows in confusion, his gaze meeting Sanji's with a mix of surprise and concern. He tries to grasp the gravity of the situation, searching Sanji's eyes for some semblance of understanding.

"Oi Cook! What's gotten into you?" Zoro's voice is calm but firm, his instincts telling him that something serious is amiss.

But Sanji is beyond reasoning, his mind still clouded by the remnants of his nightmare, his emotions raw and unbridled. He takes a step forward, his anger simmering beneath the surface before attacking again, stronger this time, enough to make Zoro retreat under energy.

"You... you said..." Sanji struggles to find the words, his voice wavering with emotion. "You said I was worthless... a failure..."

Zoro's eyes widen in realization as he finally comprehends the source of Sanji's distress. His expression softens, empathy replacing confusion as he reaches out a hand, a gesture of reassurance.

"Oi, Curly, I never said that!" Zoro says gently, his tone devoid of the harshness that had plagued Sanji's nightmare. "You're not worthless, and you're definitely not a failure! Fucking wake up, you are still dreaming!”

Sanji hesitates, the intensity of his emotions gradually beginning to ebb as Zoro's words sink in. He looks into Zoro's eyes, searching for any hint of deceit, but finds only sincerity and understanding. He blinks several times and looks around, recognizing the magpie nest and not the cell. Slowly, the tension in Sanji's muscles begins to ease, his anger giving way to relief and vulnerability. With a heavy sigh, he collapses onto the ground, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his emotions.

"I... I'm sorry, Zoro," Sanji murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don't know what came over me..."

“Holy shit… if I’ve known you were sleepwalking…”

Zoro observes Sanji's bowed head, sensing the turmoil raging within him. He's on the verge of making a teasing remark, but as he notices Sanji's trembling shoulders and clenched fists, he realizes that now is not the time for jests. The weight of humiliation from his dream-induced attack on Zoro, combined with the flood of emotions overwhelming him, threatens to consume Sanji entirely.

As tears begin to fall, Zoro feels a pang of empathy stir within him. He recognizes the signs of Sanji reaching his breaking point, but his own frustrations and ineptitude with words twist his emotions in turn, fueling his anger.

With a swift motion, Zoro draws Kitetsu and launches himself at Sanji, his movements swift and precise. Before Sanji can react, he finds himself pinned beneath Zoro, the cold steel of the sword pressing against his throat. Instinctively, Sanji raises one leg in defense, but Zoro swiftly immobilizes it with a second sword, tearing through fabric and pinning it to the ground.

Caught off guard, Sanji meets Zoro's gaze through tear-filled eyes, his vulnerability laid bare before his rival. Zoro's irritation flares at the sight, his frustration boiling over.

"Seriously, when are you going to pull yourself together?" Zoro's voice is sharp, laced with frustration. "Do you want me to remind you that you're crying like a little girl? Where's the damn cook worth a billion berries, ready to take on the world? What the hell are you doing?"

Sanji is at a loss for words, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He feels utterly exposed beneath Zoro's piercing gaze, his tears betraying his inner turmoil in a way he never intended.

"I... I don't know," Sanji finally manages to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Zoro. I-I don't know what's happening to me..."

Zoro's expression hardens slightly at Sanji's admission, his grip on Kitetsu is getting stronger. Beneath his gruff exterior, he's torn between his own frustration and a deep-seated desire to help his friend find peace.

"Damn it, cook," Zoro mutters, his tone softer now, tinged with exasperation and concern. "Pull yourself together. You are pathetic!"

Sanji's breath catches in his throat at Zoro's unexpected words. With a shaky breath, he clenches his teeth and presses his hands. He uses the strength of his abs and his flexibility to send his legs into Zoro’s stomach and pass his head under the sword at his neck. The blow is so strong that Zoro is ejected on the sofa behind him. The cook looks at his torn pants and gives a powerful blow, blocked by Zoro’s blades."Who do you think you’re calling pathetic?"

“You! Crying like a girl, shaking like leaf! Are you going to shit in your pants now!”

“Fuck you!” Sanji does a spin kick, he activates his Diable Jambe, letting his rage and humiliation take over. You think I like to cry in front of you! You think I’m not trying!”

“Don’t fucking try! Did you try when you fought Queen, while he was taunting you about the Germa? Did you try at Water Seven? Did you try when you save Nami and Usopp while that long-ears fraud of God threw lightning at you?”

“N-no.”

“What did you do then?”

“I fucking kick their asses!”

“Why don’t you do it then? Why don’t you fight this instead of crying?”

The tension crackles in the air as Zoro and Sanji face off, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. Each step they take towards each other is heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. Zoro gives a stronger sword blow, which makes the cook waltz against the wall. Sanji moans in shock before jumping and shooting his foot towards Zoro’s head. The two men do not hold back, they fight with force, having no intention of sparing the other.

Zoro's frustration simmers just beneath the surface, a potent mix of concern and worry for his friend. He knows that Sanji is fighting demons of his own, and it pains him to see the usually confident cook so vulnerable. But amidst his worry, there's also a deep-seated frustration—a desire to shake Sanji out of his self-imposed turmoil and remind him of his own strength.

Sanji, on the other hand, is fueled by a white-hot anger that threatens to consume him. He's tired of feeling vulnerable, tired of being haunted by his past, and he channels that rage into every strike, every kick that he unleashes against Zoro.

"Ask me to kill you... that was ballsy! Ask me, to me! Admit that only I could fall because I’m too strong for someone else to do it. Swallow your pride and make me do it. Where is that cook!" Screams Zoro with rage.

Sanji's anger ignites like a flame as he listens to Zoro's furious words. With a defiant snarl, he launches himself at the swordsman, his kicks aimed with precision and ferocity. Each blow is fueled by his rage, his frustration, his determination to prove himself.

Zoro meets Sanji's onslaught head-on, his swords a blur of steel as he deflects each kick with practiced skill. Despite his anger, there's a sense of sadness in his eyes—a sadness born from the knowledge that he's fighting not just his rival, but his friend.

Their fight is a whirlwind of motion and emotion, the air thick with the clash of steel and the sound of grunts and shouts. Sanji's kicks are swift and powerful, each one aimed at wearing down Zoro's defenses, while Zoro's sword techniques are precise and deadly, seeking to find an opening in Sanji's relentless assault.

But amidst the chaos of their battle, there's also a sense of desperation—a desperation born from the realization that they're both fighting against something bigger than themselves. Sanji fights to prove his strength, to banish his inner demons, while Zoro fights to protect his friend, to bring him back from the edge of darkness.

At one point, Zoro manages to unbalance Sanji. The cook falls to the ground and in a cry of rage, Zoro plants his blades on the ground, crossed, each on one side of Sanji’s neck. He puts all his weight on his stomach. If Sanji moves, he opens his throat on one of the blades. The two men are breathless and sweaty. A few drops run down Zoro’s face to his chin before falling on the cook. Blue eyes fill with rage cross one, gray, frustrated. They remain like this, to provoke each other with their eyes before, clenching his teeth, Sanji declares in a breath:

“Alright, I-I’ll fight.”

“What was that ?”

Sanji's voice wavers slightly, but he steadies himself, meeting Zoro's gaze with newfound determination. "I said I'll fight. I won't let this nightmare control me anymore. I’ll fucking fight, shithead!”

“That’s more like it, shit cook.”

Slowly, Zoro removes Kitetsu and Wado from Sanji’s throat and gets up to free him. The blond sits down and a dash of pride takes hold of him.

"You ruined my pants! Stupid swordsman!"

"The ones you pissed in?"

"Fuck you! You want to fight again?"

"Come and get humiliated!"

The tension crackles between them as they fight again, their movements fluid and precise. Each step is calculated, every muscle poised for action as they size each other up, the air thick with anticipation.

Sanji's determination burns bright within him, fueled by his newfound resolve to confront his fears head-on. His fists clench at his sides, his eyes locked on Zoro's form with unwavering focus. He refuses to back down, refusing to let his past demons dictate his future.

“That’s all you got, Mosshead?”

“I’m just warming up, Shitcook!”

Zoro, too, is consumed by his own emotions—a potent mix of frustration, worry, and a burning desire to see his friend rise above his inner turmoil. Despite the gravity of their situation, there's a glimmer of pride in Zoro's eyes as he watches Sanji steel himself for the battle ahead.

They find themselves tied again, one leg blocked against swords. But Zoro notices that the face of the cook is a little more relaxed. Sanji never makes a promise in the air, when he says he will fight, Zoro knows he will do it. Slowly, they separate, without leaving their eyes, such that rivals must act. Sanji is the first one to break the silence:

“Sake?”

“Now you’re talking.” Answers Zoro with a smile.

They end up in the kitchen. A bottle of sake on Zoro’s lips as Sanji poured a glass of red wine. The tension is down, they are calmer. Sanji still feels a little guilty about what just happened but his face is more relaxed.

“Gin rami?” Asks Sanji after a sip of wine.

“Yeah.”

Sanji and Zoro sit opposite each other at the table in the galley, a deck of cards between them.

"Alright, mosshead, you ready to lose?" Sanji smirks, shuffling the cards with practiced ease.

Zoro rolls his eyes, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "You wish, cook. I'll have you begging for mercy by the end of this game."

Sanji chuckles, dealing the cards with a flourish. "We'll see about that. Just don't cry when you lose."

As the game progresses, the banter between them grows more animated, each move met with a playful taunt or a sarcastic remark.

"You call that a play? I've seen better moves from a drunk octopus," Zoro teases, laying down his cards with a smug grin.

Sanji raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Says the guy who couldn't tell a spade from a club if his life depended on it."

The game continues in this fashion, each player trying to outwit the other with cunning strategy and sharp wit. Zoro looks discreetly at Sanji, he sees him smiling and this reassures him. He has the feeling that he has always known in the presence of the cook, proof that he finds him a little. And it’s much better that way.

As the final round draws to a close, Sanji lays down his winning hand with a triumphant grin. "Looks like victory is mine, mosshead. Better luck next time."

Zoro grumbles good-naturedly, conceding defeat with a shake of his head. "You got lucky, cook. Next time, I won't go easy on you."

With a competitive glint in his eye, Zoro shuffles the cards and deals out a fresh hand, determined to turn the tables on Sanji. The latter appreciates that Zoro relaunches the games. It’s not the first time they’ve been together at night, exchanging a drink or a card game. They’re rivals, but they’re two young men of the same age. They grew up together, albeit differently. It’s easy to share things that pre-date the Straw Hats. Sanji tells the story of the pirates whose ass he kicked at the Bariatie, while Zoro explains the beatings he put to adult swordsmen when he was only ten years old. This complicity can only exist because they are rivals. If they did not know how to fight, if they were not strong, this kind of pleasant discussion would not exist. The game progresses with intense focus, both men strategizing their moves and trying to outwit each other.

Sanji furrows his brow as he contemplates his next move, his expression one of concentration. "I'll lay down this set," he declares confidently, placing his cards on the table.

Zoro studies the cards carefully, his lips pressed into a thin line as he considers his options. After a moment of deliberation, he lays down his own combination, a smirk playing on his lips. "Beat that, cook."

Sanji's eyes narrow as he surveys Zoro's hand, calculating his next move. With a confident smirk, he lays down the perfect combination, his victory assured. "Looks like I win again, mosshead."

Zoro grumbles good-naturedly, but there's a hint of admiration in his voice. "Alright, you got me this time. But don't think it'll happen again."

As they gather up the cards for another round, the friendly rivalry between them continues to fuel their competitive spirits, each game a testament to their bond as nakama. As Sanji lights up a new cigarette, a few words from Zoro he uttered in the infirmary - and not the naughty ones - come to mind. He looks at his cards and says:

"You said in the infirmary you knew what you were talking about. I take it you had a breaking point too. What did you do to get past that?"

Zoro's gaze shifts to the deck of cards on the table as he recalls his past, his fingers idly shuffling the cards between his hands. "I was eight, I didn’t know how to handle it. I grew up, I trained, I focused on my dream, and time did its job. However, as a teenager, I used to get angry over trivial matters and was easily affected by criticism or disappointing results. I was quite emotional."

"You? Emotional?" Sanji teases, a playful glint in his eye as he raises an eyebrow.

"Not to the extent of nosebleeds every time I see a woman," Zoro retorts with a smirk, his lips quirking up at the corners.

"Touché," Sanji concedes with a chuckle, his tone laced with amusement.

"I realized it wasn't getting me anywhere, so I sought advice from my sensei. He taught me how to manage my emotions." Zoro's voice carries a note of reflection as he speaks, his gaze distant for a moment before returning to meet Sanji's eyes. "It was a process; I learned to confront my demons and find inner peace. Today, I have a balance that allows me to be myself, but I still ensure my mind remains calm every day."

"How do you manage that?" Sanji inquires, genuine curiosity evident in his tone.

"Through meditation," Zoro replies simply, his expression serene as he speaks of his daily practice.

Sanji shuffles the deck with practiced ease, his fingers moving with a dancer's grace. Zoro's eyes follow the cards intently, his focus unyielding as he awaits his next hand.

Sanji is surprised by the answer, finding it both obvious and enlightening. Zoro's extraordinary composure, his ability to remain calm and composed in even the most trying situations, has always intrigued him. For once, Sanji doesn't feel the need to compete with his rival; he recognizes Zoro's wisdom and strength. With a hint of humility, he asks:

"Will you teach me?"

"Teach you what? To meditate?"

"Yeah. I think Chopper might be right. If I've been having so many nightmares lately, if I'm at a breaking point like you say, maybe it's because I've been avoiding my past too much. I'm not a coward; I've faced two emperors. It's time I faced my demons."

Sanji lays down his cards with confidence, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. But as Zoro studies his hand, a determined glint enters his eyes.

With a decisive move, Zoro lays down his winning hand, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. "Looks like victory is mine this time, cook."

Sanji's expression shifts to one of mock indignation, but there's a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Alright, you got me this time, mosshead.”

Zoro regards Sanji for a moment, his gaze steady and contemplative. He senses the sincerity in Sanji's words, recognizing the importance of facing one's inner struggles head-on.

"Alright, Cook," Zoro responds finally, his voice firm but gentle. "I'll teach you."

In the dim light of the galley, Sanji nods gratefully, though a hint of apprehension lingers in his eyes.

“Now?”

“What you want to do it now?”

“Why not. I won’t find sleep so…”

Zoro considers Sanji's request, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. He knows that teaching Sanji to meditate won't be easy—it requires patience, discipline, and a willingness to confront one's innermost thoughts and emotions. But he also recognizes the value of helping his friend find peace amidst the turmoil of his nightmares.

"Alright, let's do it," Zoro says, his tone resolute. "But first, we need to find a quiet place where we won't be disturbed."

Sanji nods in agreement, his expression serious as he prepares himself for what lies ahead. Together, they make their way to the deck, at the back of the Sunny, where the gentle sway of the ship and the soothing sound of the ocean at night provide the perfect backdrop for their meditation.

As they settle into a comfortable position, Zoro begins to guide Sanji through the process of meditation.

"Close your eyes, Shit-cook" Zoro instructs, his tone soothing yet authoritative. "Focus on your breathing. Inhale deeply, feeling the air fill your lungs, and then exhale slowly. Let go of any tension or worries with each breath."

Sanji follows Zoro's guidance, but his mind is anything but calm. Memories of his childhood trauma resurface, casting a shadow over his attempts to find peace. He struggles to quiet his thoughts, his breathing becoming shallow and erratic.

Zoro notices Sanji's struggle and places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Curly. Let the thoughts come, but don't hold onto them. Allow them to pass like clouds in the sky."

Sanji tries to heed Zoro's advice, but the memories refuse to relent. Images of his past tormentors and the pain they inflicted flood his mind, making it impossible to find the tranquility he seeks. Frustration wells up within Sanji as he battles to control his racing thoughts. He wants nothing more than to find the peace that has eluded him for so long, but the scars of his past prove to be formidable obstacles.

With a heavy sigh, Sanji opens his eyes, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I'm sorry, Zoro. I just can't seem to quiet my mind."

Zoro offers a sympathetic smile, his unwavering support a beacon of strength in the darkness of Sanji's turmoil. "It's alright, Cook. Meditation takes practice, and it's okay to struggle. We'll keep working on it together, one step at a time."

Zoro can sense Sanji's frustration, and he knows that finding inner peace won't happen overnight. With a reassuring nod, he suggests, "Let's try again. This time, focus on my voice and let it guide you. And if your mind wanders, gently bring your attention back to your breath."

As they settle back into their positions, Zoro adjusts his posture slightly, subtly shifting closer to Sanji. His presence offers a sense of security, a silent reminder that he's not alone in this struggle.

"Close your eyes again." Zoro says softly, his voice a steady anchor in the midst of Sanji's turmoil. "Breathe in... and out. Inhale deeply, feeling the air fill your lungs. Exhale slowly, letting go of any tension or worry."

Sanji follows Zoro's instructions, his focus gradually shifting from the chaos of his thoughts to the soothing rhythm of his breath. With each inhale and exhale, he begins to feel a sense of calm wash over him, like the gentle ebb and flow of the tide. Zoro's reassuring presence provides a sense of comfort, and Sanji finds himself relaxing into the meditation more effortlessly this time. His mind still flickers with fragments of memories, but they no longer hold the same power over him.

Encouraged by Sanji's progress, Zoro offers words of encouragement. "You're doing great. Keep breathing. Let go of everything else and just be here at this moment."

With Zoro's guidance and support, Sanji begins to sink deeper into a state of relaxation. The tension in his muscles melts away, replaced by a profound sense of peace and serenity.

As Sanji continues to meditate, Zoro's gaze remains fixed on him, his eyes tracing the contours of his face, the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. In the soft glow of the moonlight, Sanji appears ethereal, his features softened by the serene expression on his face.

With each passing moment, Zoro finds himself noticing details he had never paid attention to before—the curve of Sanji's lips, the way his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, the graceful arc of his neck. It's as if he's seeing Sanji in a new light, his beauty illuminated by the quiet stillness of the night.

Unbidden, a warmth spreads through Zoro's chest, his heart fluttering in a way that catches him off guard. He tries to shake off the feeling, to focus solely on Sanji's meditation, but his mind keeps drifting back to the blond-haired cook beside him.

As the minutes stretch into hours, Zoro finds himself unable to tear his gaze away from Sanji. He watches intently as a soft breeze ruffles his hair, the moonlight casting a gentle glow upon his features. In this moment of quiet intimacy, Zoro feels a stirring within him, a longing that he can't quite explain.

Suddenly, he becomes acutely aware of the distance between them, the space that separates their bodies like an unspoken barrier. Without realizing it, Zoro finds himself inching closer to Sanji, drawn by an inexplicable magnetic pull. He badly wants his lips. Those soft lips that he's already kissed.

But just as he's about to reach them out, Sanji stirs from his meditation, his eyes fluttering open to meet Zoro's gaze.

Caught off guard, Zoro quickly averts his eyes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Sorry, I was lost in my own thought too..."

But before he can finish his sentence, Sanji smiles softly, his eyes warm with understanding. "It's okay.”

Sanji rises from his meditation and with a grateful smile, he says: “Night Mosshead.”

Zoro returns the gesture with a nod, his mind still swirling with the unexpected emotions that had stirred within him. Watching Sanji retreat to his quarters, Zoro can't shake the lingering sense of unease that gnaws at him.

Alone on the deck, Zoro paces back and forth, the creaking of the ship's hull beneath his feet a stark reminder of the turmoil brewing within him. He runs a hand through his hair, frustration mounting as he struggles to make sense of the conflicting thoughts and feelings that swirl through his mind.

For years, Zoro had prided himself on his unwavering focus, his dedication to his goals and his crewmates. But now, faced with this newfound attraction to Sanji, he feels like he's treading on uncharted territory, the solid ground beneath him crumbling away with each step.

With a heavy sigh, Zoro sinks to the deck, his back against the railing as he gazes up at the stars twinkling overhead. In the silence of the night, he allows himself a moment of vulnerability, acknowledging the truth that lies at the heart of his turmoil.

"I’m so fucked…" he murmurs to the night air, his voice barely above a whisper.

Chapter Text

“Usopppp! I’ll catch you!” Screams Luffy, running on the deck.

The sun beats down on the deck of the Sunny as Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper engage in a lighthearted game of tag. Usopp, armed with his trusty slingshot, takes cover behind a barrel, his eyes darting back and forth as he plots his next move. Chopper, in his adorable reindeer form, bounds across the deck with surprising agility, his hooves skittering against the wooden planks as he dodges Usopp's projectiles. Luffy, ever the enthusiastic captain, charges headlong into the fray, his laughter echoing across the deck as he chases after his two crewmates.

"Hey, Usopp! You can't hide forever!" Luffy shouts, his voice filled with infectious excitement.

Usopp grins mischievously, his fingers poised on the trigger of his slingshot. "You'll have to catch me first, Captain!"

With a burst of speed, Chopper darts past Usopp's hiding spot, narrowly avoiding a volley of pellets from the sharpshooter's slingshot. He lets out a triumphant cheer, his laughter mingling with Luffy's as they continue their game of cat and mouse. But just as Luffy reaches out to tag Usopp, the sharpshooter lunges to the side, sending Luffy careening into a coil of rope with a resounding thud.

"Oof! That's cheating, Usopp!" Luffy protests, rubbing his sore shoulder with a pout.

Usopp laughs, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "All's fair in love and tag, Captain!"

Chopper joins in the laughter, his cheerful giggles ringing out as he bounds around the deck, his reindeer form a blur of fur and motion. As they play, the carefree atmosphere of the deck fills with laughter and joy, a testament to the unbreakable bonds of friendship that unite the Straw Hat crew, even in the midst of their wildest adventures.

As Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper continue their game, their attention is drawn to the sight of Zoro sprawled out on the deck, fast asleep. A mischievous gleam enters Usopp's eyes as he nudges Luffy and Chopper, a playful smirk playing at his lips.

"Hey, guys, you know what would be hilarious?" Usopp whispers conspiratorially. "Let's see if we can prank Zoro without waking him up!"

Luffy's eyes light up with excitement at the prospect of a prank, while Chopper's ears twitch with curiosity. "What do you have in mind, Usopp?" Luffy asks eagerly.

Usopp grins, his mind already racing with possibilities. "Well, we could try stacking empty barrels around him or putting seaweed on his head. Maybe even draw on his face with a marker!"

Chopper giggles at the thought of Zoro waking up to find himself covered in seaweed, while Luffy nods enthusiastically. "Let's do it!"

With silent determination, the trio set to work, carefully arranging barrels and seaweed around Zoro's sleeping form. Usopp stifles a laugh as he carefully places a piece of seaweed on top of Zoro's head, while Luffy uses his rubbery limbs to stack barrels in a precarious tower around him. Chopper, unable to contain his excitement, lets out a squeal of delight as he draws a goofy smiley face on Zoro's cheek with a marker. But just as they finish their prank and step back to admire their handiwork, Zoro stirs from his slumber, his eyes fluttering open with a groggy expression.

"What's going on?" Zoro mumbles, blinking blearily as he takes in the sight of his crewmates surrounding him, trying to hold back their laughter.

Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper exchange guilty glances, their laughter bubbling up uncontrollably as they struggle to contain their amusement. As Zoro slowly comes to, he realizes that he's become the unwitting victim of his crewmates' prank. His irritation mounts as he brushes off the seaweed and wipes away the marker drawing from his cheek. He shoots a glare at Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper, who are failing miserably at suppressing their laughter.

"Seriously, guys?" Zoro growls, his voice low and menacing. "What's so funny about this?"

Usopp tries to stifle his laughter, but it bursts out in a fit of giggles. "Come on, Zoro, you have to admit, you look hilarious with seaweed on your head!"

Luffy nods enthusiastically, his grin widening. "Yeah, it's funny, Zoro! You look like a seaweed monster!"

Chopper joins in, his laughter echoing across the deck. "You should see your face, Zoro! You've never looked better!"

Despite his best efforts to remain stern, Zoro can't help but crack a reluctant smile at his crewmates' antics. He shakes his head in disbelief, unable to stay angry in the face of their infectious laughter.

"Alright, alright," Zoro concedes with a chuckle. "You got me. But don't think this means I won't get you back twice as hard!"

The rest of the crew, who had been watching the scene unfold from a distance, erupts into laughter at Zoro's reaction. Sanji, in particular, can't contain his amusement as he saunters over to join them.

"Nice look, Zoro," Sanji quips, a playful smirk on his lips. "I've always said you could use a bit more green in your wardrobe."

Zoro narrows his eyes at Sanji's comment, his smirk fading into a scowl. "Oh, shut it, Cook. You're not one to talk with your flamboyant suits and fancy hairstyles."

Sanji bristles at Zoro's retort, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "At least I have style, unlike someone who dresses like a second-rate samurai reject!"

Before Zoro can respond, Nami steps in, her voice laced with irritation. "Will you two stop bickering like children? I’m trying to relax."

Zoro and Sanji exchange one last glare before reluctantly backing down, the tension between them still simmering beneath the surface. As the crew disperses to resume their business, Zoro finds himself unable to shake the image of Sanji from his mind. Despite their constant bickering and rivalry, there's something captivating about the way Sanji carries himself—the confidence in his stride, the way his hair catches the light, the subtle curve of his lips when he smiles.

Zoro's gaze lingers on Sanji as he moves about the deck, a sense of admiration stirring within him. He can't help but notice the graceful way Sanji moves, the fluidity of his motions as he goes about his duties. It's a stark contrast to Zoro's own rough and rugged demeanor, and yet, there's an undeniable allure to Sanji's elegance.

As the days pass, Zoro finds himself growing more and more intrigued by Sanji's presence. He catches himself stealing glances whenever he thinks no one is looking, studying the lines of Sanji's face, the way his blue eyes light up when he's focused on a task. But it's not just Sanji's physical appearance that captures Zoro's attention. It's the quiet moments they share during their nightly meditations, the way Sanji's presence soothes the turmoil within Zoro's mind. Despite their differences, there's a sense of understanding between them.

I still can’t figure out how meditation helps but I sleep a little better. That was Sanji’s word the previous night.

Zoro finds solace in these moments of quiet reflection, his mind finally finding peace amidst the chaos of the world around him. And as he watches Sanji from afar, he can't help but wonder if there's more to their connection than meets the eye.

Zoro never had a relationship, he never became attached.

From a young age, he grappled with the profound grief of losing his childhood friend, Kuina, to a tragic accident. Her death left him adrift, struggling to make sense of a world that seemed intent on tearing him apart.

The memory of Kuina's untimely demise haunted Zoro, driving him to immerse himself in his training with a singular focus. He poured his heart and soul into mastering the art of swordsmanship, pushing himself to the limits of his endurance in pursuit of the strength he believed would honor her memory.

By the tender age of ten, Zoro had surpassed all the swordsmen on his island, his relentless determination setting him apart as a formidable warrior. But even as he achieved victory after victory, a profound sense of emptiness gnawed at his soul, a silent reminder of the void left by Kuina's absence.

At fifteen, he decides to go in search of better opponents but unfortunately, he gets lost and does not find his island... Then he becomes a pirate hunter to have money to eat. He meets people, fights against certain to become stronger but for all that does not make friends.

He honed his skills in battle, facing off against formidable foes in pursuit of strength and sustenance.

Yet, despite his prowess as a swordsman, Zoro remained a solitary figure, his heart guarded against the pain of loss and the vulnerability of companionship. He fought alone, his only solace found in the cold steel of his blades and the unwavering resolve that burned within him.

He met a stronger-than-usual opponent when he was sixteen. And as surprising as it was, she was a woman. He won his sword duel, but the confrontation lasted a long time. After, their duel, out of respect, they mutually groomed their wounds. It was the first time he felt physically attracted to a woman. Surely because of her will and strength, this woman had impressed him. So he had sex for the first time.There had been no emotions involved, no lingering attachments—just a primal need to satisfy his desires in the heat of the moment.

But it wasn't until later, when he found himself alone with a man, that Zoro truly began to question his own desires and boundaries. It had started as a drunken mistake, a moment of weakness amidst the chaos of a rowdy celebration. And yet, as their bodies pressed together in the darkness, Zoro couldn't deny the surge of arousal that pulsed through him.

It was a revelation—a stark realization that his desires weren't as straightforward as he had always believed. But even as he grappled with this newfound understanding, Zoro remained steadfast in his resolve to keep his focus on his dream. Relationships were a distraction, a luxury he couldn't afford in his quest to become the world's greatest swordsman.

And so, Zoro cast aside any lingering doubts or uncertainties, burying them deep within as he committed himself entirely to his training. For him, the road to greatness was a solitary one—a path he trod alone, with his dream as his sole companion.

But everything changed the day he crossed paths with Luffy. In that moment, he realized the true power of companionship, and he opened himself up to the possibility of having nakama—of forging friendships that would shape his journey in ways he never could have imagined.

Luffy is the one who will be the Pirate King!

For Zoro, the physical attraction he feels towards Sanji presents a complicated dilemma. It's a sensation he's never experienced before, a confusing mix of desire and discomfort that leaves him questioning his own instincts.

On one hand, there's a part of him that's drawn to Sanji's strength and resilience, his unwavering determination in the face of adversity. Zoro admires the cook's skill and prowess in battle, finding himself captivated by the fiery passion that burns within him. But at the same time, there's a sense of unease that accompanies these feelings—a nagging voice in the back of Zoro's mind that warns of the dangers of getting too close.

Zoro knows all too well the perils of letting his emotions cloud his judgment. He's seen firsthand how attachments can weaken a warrior's resolve, how love and desire can become distractions on the path to greatness. And yet, try as he might, Zoro can't seem to shake the magnetic pull he feels towards Sanji. And there is also another problem, something that can’t even cause a sexual relationship.

The cook is straight.

Caught in the turmoil of his conflicting emotions, Zoro finds himself at a loss, grappling with the realization that the object of his desire may never reciprocate his feelings. The knowledge that Sanji is straight only adds another layer of complexity to an already complicated situation, leaving Zoro feeling more adrift than ever before.

As he paces the deck, lost in thought, Zoro is startled when a familiar voice breaks through the silence. Luffy appears beside him, his expression filled with concern as he wraps his arms around Zoro from behind.

"Hey, Zoro, what's wrong?" Luffy asks softly, his voice laced with worry. "I could sense that something was bothering you."

Zoro hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to articulate the turmoil that rages within him. But as he feels Luffy's comforting presence against him, a sense of relief washes over him, and he finds himself opening up to his captain.

"It's... complicated, Luffy," Zoro admits, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Is it about Sanji?”

“Wh- Luffy what the fuck? How do you…?” He starts, confuses, while he feels his captain gigling against his back.

Luffy's laughter reverberates through Zoro's body, warming him with its familiar, infectious energy. "I just know, Zoro. You're my nakama, remember? I can sense when something's bothering you."

Zoro can't help but chuckle at Luffy's straightforwardness, grateful for the captain's uncanny ability to cut through the noise and get straight to the heart of the matter. "Yeah, it's about the shit-cook." he admits, his voice softer now, tinged with vulnerability.

Luffy's grip tightens around Zoro's shoulders, offering him silent support. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Zoro is grateful to feel Luffy's supportive presence behind him, even though he can't see the concern etched on his captain's face. With a swallow, Zoro tries to find the right words to express the turmoil churning inside him. Luffy rests his chin on Zoro's shoulder, a comforting smile playing on his lips, silently encouraging Zoro to speak.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Zoro asks, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

"Of course!" Luffy responds eagerly, his brow furrowing in concentration. "You were tied up on that pole, and everyone was afraid of you. But I knew you were a good guy."

Zoro nods, a flicker of gratitude crossing his features. "Do you remember what I told you?"

Luffy's expression shifts as he recalls the memory, his index finger tapping against his cheek in thought. "Hmm," he murmurs, "You said you agreed to play pirates with me, but I shouldn't be an obstacle to your dream."

"Exactly," Zoro confirms, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

"Is that what's bothering you?" Luffy's question cuts through the tension, his tone filled with genuine concern.

Zoro lets out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of Luffy's presence as his captain moves closer, wrapping his arms around Zoro's neck and his legs around his waist in a familiar gesture of comfort, almost too clingy, if Zoro wasn’t used to. "It's not just that," Zoro admits, his voice low and strained. "Luffy, if one of us unintentionally, thoughtlessly, prevents you from becoming the Pirate King, would you eject him from the crew?"

The question hangs in the air, heavy with implications. Zoro knows that Luffy's dream is the most important thing to him, and he wonders if he would be willing to sacrifice their friendship for the sake of that dream.

Luffy's brows furrow in confusion as he processes Zoro's question. "Why would Sanji be an obstacle?" he asks, genuine puzzlement in his tone.

Zoro hesitates, grappling with how to articulate his fears without betraying the trust of his crewmate. "It's not that I think he would deliberately stand in my way," Zoro explains, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But... there is atraction involved, Luffy. it’s complicated."

Luffy's eyes widen in understanding as he realizes the source of Zoro's turmoil. "Zoro is attracted to Sanji?"

Zoro nods, a mixture of frustration and resignation flickering across his features.

But Luffy's expression softens, his gaze filled with unwavering confidence. "Sanji knows how important your dream is to you, Zoro," he reassures, his voice firm and reassuring. "And I know he would never do anything to get in your way. You just have to trust him."

Zoro's shoulders tense as he grapples with Luffy's words, his mind still clouded with doubt and uncertainty. But deep down, he knows that his captain is right. Sanji has always been a fiercely loyal member of the crew, and Zoro trusts that he would never knowingly jeopardize their shared goal.

As Luffy's candid nature sometimes leads him, he asks questions that others might find uncomfortable. "So, are you gonna have sex with Sanji?" he asks innocently, unaware of the awkward tension that now fills the air.

Zoro's eyes widen in shock, his cheeks flushing crimson as he stammers incoherently. "Wha—Luffy, what are you—"

But before Zoro can form a coherent response, Luffy barrels ahead with his train of thought, oblivious to the discomfort he's causing. "I mean, you said you have attraction for him, right? And you've had sex with both men and women before, so..."

Zoro's jaw practically hits the deck as he tries to process Luffy's blunt inquiry. His mind races, desperately searching for a way to navigate this incredibly awkward conversation.

"Uh, well, you see, Luffy, it's not exactly like that..." Zoro stammers, his face growing hotter by the second.

Luffy cocks his head to the side, clearly confused by Zoro's flustered response. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Zoro fumbles for words, his mind a jumble of embarrassment and panic. "I-I mean, just because I have an attraction for someone doesn't mean... um, well, you know..."

Luffy's expression brightens with realization. "Oh, I get it! You're gonna take him out on a date first, right? Like, dinner and a romantic walk?"

Zoro blinks, momentarily thrown off by Luffy's unexpected interpretation. "Heeeeh? No! No way I'm gonna date this Curly Perveted cook!"

Luffy's eyes widen in surprise at Zoro's vehement response. "Oh, so you're not gonna date him?"

Zoro shakes his head vigorously, his blush deepening. "N-no, that's not what I meant! I mean, I'm not ruling it out entirely, but..."

Luffy scratches his head, clearly struggling to follow Zoro's train of thought. "But if you like him, why wouldn't you want to date him?"

Zoro's frustration mounts as he tries to explain himself to his oblivious captain. "It's not that simple, Luffy! There are a lot of... complications involved."

Luffy tilts his head, a puzzled expression crossing his face. "Complications? Like what?"

Zoro sighs heavily, realizing that he's unlikely to escape this conversation unscathed. "Well, for starters, Sanji's straight. He likes women and women only! And even if he wasn't, I'm not exactly the relationship type. My dream comes first, remember?"

“But I told you! Sanji won’t be an obstacle to your dream, so… what’s the problem ?”

Zoro's mind whirls with Luffy's words, a newfound sense of understanding dawning within him. Perhaps he'd been too quick to dismiss the possibility of letting someone in, of allowing himself to be vulnerable in the presence of another.

"You're right, Luffy," Zoro admits, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Maybe I've been too focused on protecting myself that I didn't realize I was shutting out the people who care about me."

Luffy's grin widens, his eyes alight with pride. "That's the spirit, Zoro! Remember, we're all here for you, no matter what. And if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here."

Zoro nods, a sense of gratitude swelling within him as he realizes the depth of the bond he shares with his captain.

Still full of candor, Luffy plunges his head into Zoro’s neck and chuckles before saying, "The crow’s nest will become the fuck room of Zoro and Sanji."

Zoro's eyes widen in shock as Luffy's words sink in, the color draining from his face as he registers the implications of his captain's statement. He sputters in disbelief, his cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment.

"L-Luffy, what the hell?!" Zoro stammers, his voice betraying his discomfort. "You can't just say stuff like that!"

But Luffy merely laughs, his grin widening into a mischievous smirk. "What? I'm just stating the obvious! You and Sanji have been spending a lot of time together lately, haven't you?"

Zoro's frustration mounts as he tries to reason with his oblivious captain. "That's beside the point, Luffy! Just because Sanji and I are getting along doesn't mean—"

But before Zoro can finish his sentence, Luffy interrupts with another bout of laughter, his carefree demeanor only adding to Zoro's exasperation.

"Relax, Zoro! I was just teasing," Luffy chuckles, clapping Zoro on the back with an easygoing grin. "But seriously, you should talk to Sanji. I'm sure you guys can sort this out!"

Zoro scowls, still reeling from the awkwardness of the situation, but deep down, he knows that Luffy means well. With a resigned sigh, he nods reluctantly, begrudgingly accepting his captain's advice.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll talk to him," Zoro mutters, his cheeks still burning with embarrassment. "Just... don't say stuff like that in front of this other…"

Luffy's laughter echoes across the deck as he slings an arm around Zoro's shoulders, the tension of the moment dissipating in the warmth of their camaraderie. "Sure thing, Zoro! Now let's go join the others. I’m hungry!"

Zoro lets out a long-suffering sigh, but a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips despite his lingering embarrassment. With Luffy's arm still draped around him, he follows his captain back to the rest of the crew, grateful for the distraction from his own tangled thoughts.

Sanji stirred in his bed, his sleep disturbed by yet another haunting nightmare. It was a familiar pattern, one that had plagued him for as long as he could remember. With a heavy sigh, he sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he tried to shake off the remnants of the dream. But the memories lingered, refusing to fade into the recesses of his mind. With a resigned sigh, Sanji slipped out of bed and made his way up to the crow's nest, where he knew Zoro would be keeping watch.

As he reached the top of the mast, he found Zoro sitting in his usual spot, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Without a word, Sanji settled down beside him, the warmth of the night air enveloping them in a comforting embrace.

"Hey, Mosshead," Sanji began, his voice quiet in the stillness of the night. "Mind if I join you?"

Zoro glanced over at him, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes before he nodded in acknowledgment. "Sure, Cook. Again…?"

Sanji hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to voice the turmoil that churned within him. "Just... yeah," he admitted, his tone tinged with resignation. "Thought some fresh air might help."

Zoro offered him a sympathetic smile, understanding the unspoken words behind Sanji's explanation. Sanji nodded, grateful for Zoro's silent understanding.

"Hey, do you mind... doing that meditation thing again?" he asked tentatively, his gaze fixed on the distant stars overhead.

Zoro's expression softened, a sense of familiarity washing over him as he recognized the quiet plea in Sanji's voice. "Of course, Cook. Let's do it."

And so, together they sat in the crow's nest, their breaths slowing to match the rhythm of the ocean waves below. In the stillness of the night, they found solace in each other's company, their shared moments of meditation offering a brief respite from the chaos of their restless minds. As they settled into their meditation, a sense of calm descended upon them, wrapping around them like a protective cloak. The gentle sway of the ship and the soothing sounds of the sea provided a backdrop to their silent introspection.

For Sanji, the practice of meditation had become a lifeline in recent weeks, a way to quiet the storm of emotions that raged within him. Each session brought a momentary reprieve from the nightmares that haunted his sleep, offering him a brief glimpse of inner peace.

Beside him, Zoro sat with his eyes closed, his breathing steady and measured. Despite his gruff exterior, Sanji had come to recognize the underlying strength and discipline that lay at the core of the swordsman's being. In these moments of shared meditation, they forged a silent bond, each drawing strength from the other's presence.

As the minutes ticked by, Sanji keeps moving his neck, his neck and shoulder muscles are really blocked. It’s painful and it keeps him from pulling. Zoro notices the tension in his movements. Despite his own reservations and the complicated nature of their relationship, Zoro knows he can't ignore Sanji's discomfort.

"Oi, Cook," Zoro murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle. "You look like you're in pain. Want me to check your neck?"

Sanji's eyes flicker open in surprise, his expression a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. "Uh, yeah, sure.”

Zoro nods, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he seats behind Sanji and reaches out to gently knead the tense muscles of Sanji's neck. His touch is tentative at first, his fingers tracing careful circles along the knots of tension. As Zoro's strong hands work their magic, Sanji can't help but relax into the sensation, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Despite the rhythmic motions of Zoro's hands and the calming atmosphere of the crow's nest, Zoro finds himself struggling to maintain his composure. The intoxicating scent of Sanji's cologne mixed with the faint aroma of tobacco fills the air, sending a shiver down Zoro's spine and quickening his pulse.

With each gentle stroke of his fingers, Zoro can feel the heat radiating from Sanji's skin, igniting a firestorm of conflicting emotions within him. He knows he should focus on the task at hand, on easing the tension in Sanji's muscles, but his mind keeps wandering to places it shouldn't. As Zoro's hands move with practiced precision, Sanji lets out another soft sigh, his head lolling forward slightly in response to the soothing touch. Zoro can't help but notice the way Sanji's eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, the way his lips part ever so slightly with each exhale.

But just as Zoro begins to lose himself in the moment, a sudden pang of guilt pierces through the haze of desire. He's crossing a line, he realizes, taking advantage of Sanji's vulnerability for his own selfish desires.

With a sharp intake of breath, Zoro pulls away abruptly, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry, Cook," he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "I got carried away."

Sanji blinks in confusion, turning to face Zoro with a puzzled expression. "Eh? What's wrong, Mosshead?"

But Zoro can't bring himself to meet Sanji's gaze, the weight of his own guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders. "Nothing, forget it," he mumbles, his gaze fixed on the horizon as he tries to push aside the tumultuous emotions raging within him.

Sanji's keen observation doesn't escape Zoro's notice, and he feels a knot form in the pit of his stomach as he meets Sanji's concerned gaze. Despite his best efforts to mask his discomfort, he knows he can't hide the truth from the perceptive cook. Zoro shifts uneasily, the weight of Sanji's scrutiny bearing down on him like a physical pressure. He opens his mouth to offer some semblance of an explanation, but the words catch in his throat, until Luffy’s words come back to his mind.

"I... Cook, you know that until I face Mihawk, I have no room for anything else," Zoro states firmly, his gaze steady as he meets Sanji's eyes.

"Yes, I know. Everyone knows, and no one ever tried to stop you," Sanji acknowledges, a wry smile playing at his lips.

"You know that most of the time we fight and I can’t stand you. Many times I want to choke you with your pillow at night," Zoro admits, a hint of amusement lacing his words. Sanji chuckles softly in response.

"The truth is I trust you. If tomorrow I’m gone, I know you’ll protect the crew. You’re strong and I like to fight with you. But you also know that if you become an obstacle to my goal, I will make sure that you are not anymore, no matter how," Zoro continues, his tone serious.

"Till now, you don’t teach me anything cactus face. Come to the point," Sanji interjects, his expression teasing but curious.

"Let’s say that... if indeed you are able to understand that my goal comes first... well... your personality, however unbearable, your strength, your ambitions, your values..." Zoro trails off, his voice faltering slightly as he looks away, scratching his head in a gesture of nervousness. "I wouldn’t mind being in a relationship with you."

Sanji's eyes widen in shock, his breath catching in his throat as he struggles to process Zoro's unexpected confession. He opens his mouth to respond, but no words come out, his mind racing with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Zoro watches Sanji's reaction, his heart pounding in his chest as he waits for a response. Seeing the cook's stunned expression, he quickly adds,

"But don’t overthing it! If nothing happens, that's okay too. I just wanted to be honest since… you trust me recently with all the shit that is happening to you…"

Sanji's mind whirls with a myriad of thoughts, his heart pounding with a mixture of disbelief and uncertainty. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words catch in his throat again, his voice failing him in the face of such a revelation. Unable to articulate his thoughts, Sanji meets Zoro's gaze with a troubled expression, his eyes searching for some semblance of clarity in the midst of the chaos. But as the silence stretches between them, he realizes that there are no easy answers, no simple solutions to the complexities of their feelings.

With a heavy sigh, Sanji shifts uncomfortably, his mind still reeling from the bombshell that Zoro has dropped. "I... I’m going back to bed… thanks for the meditation," he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Zoro's heart sinks at Sanji's response, a pang of worry gnawing at him as he watches the cook retreat back to his quarters. He can see the turmoil etched into Sanji's features, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him like a heavy burden.

"Cook..." Zoro begins, his voice tinged with concern as he reaches out a hand in a futile gesture. But Sanji is already gone, disappearing into the darkness of the ship's interior before Zoro can utter another word.

Alone on the deck, Zoro is left to grapple with the aftermath of his confession, a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. He wonders if he's made a mistake, if he's pushed too hard and shattered the fragile bond of trust that had begun to form between them.

With a heavy sigh, Zoro runs a hand through his hair, his mind swirling with uncertainty. He knows he needs to give Sanji space to process everything, to come to terms with the whirlwind of emotions that their conversation has stirred up.

But despite his attempts to rationalize the situation, Zoro can't shake the nagging feeling of unease that lingers in the pit of his stomach.

“Fuck…”

Sanji's footsteps echo loudly in the quiet corridor as he makes his way back to his quarters, each step a heavy burden weighing down on his troubled mind. His heart pounds in his chest, a frantic rhythm that matches the tumultuous whirlwind of emotions swirling within him.

As he reaches the relative safety of his cabin, Sanji slumps against the door, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to process the revelation that Zoro has shared with him. It feels as though the ground has shifted beneath his feet, leaving him adrift in a sea of confusion and disbelief.

I wouldn't mind being in a relationship with you...

The words echo in Sanji's mind, a constant refrain that he can't seem to shake. He replays the conversation over and over again, searching for some hidden meaning, some clue that might explain Zoro's sudden confession. But try as he might, he can find no logical explanation for the swordsman's unexpected declaration.

With a frustrated growl, Sanji rakes a hand through his hair, his thoughts spinning in dizzying circles. He can't wrap his head around the idea of Zoro being attracted to him, of wanting something more than just friendship. It feels like a cruel joke, a twist of fate that he can't begin to comprehend.

And yet, despite his disbelief, there's a small part of Sanji that can't help but be flattered by Zoro's admission. The thought of someone as strong and stoic as Zoro harboring feelings for him is both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

But beneath the surface of his churning emotions, there's a nagging sense of unease, a fear of the unknown that leaves Sanji feeling vulnerable and exposed. He's always prided himself on his ability to read people, to understand their motivations and desires. But Zoro... Zoro is an enigma, a puzzle that Sanji can't seem to solve no matter how hard he tries.

With a heavy heart, Sanji sinks onto his bed, his head spinning with unanswered questions and unspoken fears. He knows he needs to talk to Zoro, to confront him about the confession that has turned his world upside down. But for now, all he can do is grapple with the overwhelming tide of emotions that threatens to consume him whole.

The next day dawns with a heavy sense of unease lingering in the air aboard the Sunny. Sanji finds himself avoiding Zoro's gaze whenever their paths cross, his mind still reeling from the revelation of the previous night. He busies himself in the galley, focusing on preparing meals for the crew as a way to distract himself from the turmoil churning within him.

Meanwhile, Zoro carries on with his usual routine, seemingly unfazed by the tension that hangs between them. He trains diligently on the deck, his movements fluid and precise as he wields his swords with practiced skill. Despite the weight of his confession still fresh in his mind, Zoro shows no outward signs of discomfort, his stoic demeanor remaining unchanged.

Throughout the day, the tension between Sanji and Zoro becomes palpable, their interactions fraught with awkwardness and unease.

At one point, as Sanji passes by Zoro on the deck, he purposely bumps into him, muttering a terse apology before storming off without a backward glance. Zoro, taken aback by the sudden aggression, furrows his brow in confusion but says nothing.

Later, during a brief moment of downtime, Usopp approaches Sanji with a concerned expression. "Sanji, what's going on with you and Zoro? You've been acting weird all day."

Sanji scowls, his jaw tightening with frustration. "That idiot keeps getting on my nerves, that's all," he grumbles, refusing to meet Usopp's gaze.

Usopp raises an eyebrow, unconvinced by Sanji's dismissive response. "It seems like there's more to it than that," he observes, his tone gentle but probing.

Sanji bristles at the implication, his irritation mounting. "Look, I don't want to talk about it, okay? Just leave me alone," he snaps, his temper flaring as he stalks off in search of solitude.

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew exchanges worried glances, unsure of how to navigate the growing rift between their two friends. Despite their attempts to lighten the mood with jokes and banter, the tension remains palpable, casting a shadow over the sunny skies and calm seas.

As the day wears on, the tension between Sanji and Zoro only seems to escalate. Every interaction between them becomes increasingly strained, with Sanji's frustration bubbling dangerously close to the surface. During lunch, as Zoro reaches for a bowl of rice, Sanji's hand accidentally brushes against his. Sanji recoils as if burned, glaring daggers at Zoro before abruptly standing up and storming out of the galley.

Chopper watches the exchange with wide eyes, his usual cheery demeanor faltering in the face of the palpable hostility. "Um, is everything okay with Sanji and Zoro?" he asks nervously, turning to Nami for guidance.

Nami sighs, shaking her head in exasperation. "I don't know, Chopper. They've been at each other's throats all day, and I have no idea why," she replies, her brow furrowed with concern.

Meanwhile, on the deck, Zoro leans against the railing, his expression troubled as he watches Sanji's retreating figure. He knows that something is deeply wrong between them. As evening falls and the crew gathers for dinner, the atmosphere on the Sunny remains tense and strained. Despite Luffy's attempts to lighten the mood with his usual antics, a cloud of unease hangs over the ship, casting a pall over what should have been a peaceful evening at sea.

Robin notices the tension radiating off Sanji like a palpable force as she enters the galley. His usual composed demeanor is replaced by a palpable aura of agitation, his movements tense and abrupt as he prepares ingredients for the evening meal.

"Cook-san, may I have a word?" Robin's voice is calm and measured as she approaches him, her gaze keen and observant.

Sanji looks up, his eyes turns into heart as he meets Robin's eyes. "What is it, Robin-chan?" he replies, his tone stupid and perky.

Robin smiles softly, sensing Sanji's discomfort but choosing to tread carefully. "I couldn't help but notice that things seem a bit... tense between you and Swordsman-san today," she remarks casually, feigning innocence.

Sanji's jaw tightens, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features before he quickly schools his expression into a mask of indifference. "It's nothing, Robin-chan. Just a little disagreement, that's all," he replies dismissively, his tone brusque.

But Robin is not so easily fooled. She knows Sanji well enough to recognize when something is amiss, and she senses that there's more to this "disagreement" than meets the eye. With a knowing glint in her eye, she presses on, her voice gentle but insistent.

Robin arches an eyebrow, her smile growing slightly mischievous as she leans in closer to Sanji. "Oh, come now, Cook-san. I'm sure it's more than just a little disagreement. You two are usually at each other's throats, but today seems different," she says, her tone teasing.

Sanji's cheeks flush slightly at Robin's playful teasing, his irritation momentarily forgotten as he meets her gaze. "Well, if you must know, Mosshead-san said something last night that caught me off guard," he admits, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Robin's smile widens, her curiosity piqued. "Oh? And what might that be?" she prompts, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Sanji hesitates for a moment, grappling with how much to reveal. But then, with a resigned sigh, he decides to lay his cards on the table. "He... he said that he wouldn't mind being in a relationship with me," he confesses, his words coming out in a rush.

Robin listens intently as Sanji spills the beans, his confession leaving her both amused and unsurprised. She can't help but find the situation rather entertaining, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as she watches Sanji's flustered reaction.

"Ah, I see," Robin replies, her tone casual despite the hint of amusement in her voice. "Well, that certainly explains the tension between you two today."

Sanji's eyes widen in panic as he realizes the implications of his words, his cheeks burning crimson with embarrassment. "I-I mean, it's not like I feel the same way or anything!" he blurts out hastily, his voice rising in pitch as he struggles to backtrack.

Robin chuckles softly, a twinkle of amusement dancing in her eyes as she reassures him with a comforting pat on the shoulder. "Of course, Cook-san. We all have our preferences," she says, her tone laced with gentle understanding.

But despite Robin's reassurances, Sanji can't shake the nagging sense of unease that gnaws at him. The realization that Zoro harbors feelings for him—romantic feelings, no less—sends a shiver of discomfort down his spine. He's never considered the possibility of being in a relationship with another man, let alone one of his crewmates.

Robin's curiosity gets the better of her, and she can't resist probing a little deeper into Sanji's feelings. "Cook-san, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly makes the idea of being in a relationship with a man so complicated for you?" she inquires gently, her tone filled with genuine curiosity.

Sanji shifts uncomfortably, his mind racing as he searches for the right words to explain his inner turmoil. "It's just... it's not something I ever considered, you know?" he replies hesitantly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I've always been attracted to women, and the thought of being with a man... it just feels... foreign to me."

"Let's just forget the variable man for a minute. How about a relationship with Zoro-san?"

Robin's question catches Sanji off guard, and he hesitates for a moment before responding. "Zoro... It's complicated," he begins, his voice trailing off as he struggles to put his feelings into words.

"Complicated how?" Robin presses gently, her eyes studying Sanji's face for any hint of emotion.

Sanji sighs heavily, his shoulders slumping as he wrestles with his conflicting emotions. "It's not that I don't value Zoro as a nakama, because I do. He's strong, reliable, and I trust him with my life," he explains, his tone tinged with a hint of frustration. "But a romantic relationship... I just don't know if I can see him that way."

"Because he is a man? Or because he couldn't be a good partner?"

Sanji pauses, considering Robin's question carefully. "It's... a bit of both, I guess," he admits reluctantly, his brows furrowing in thought. "I've always been attracted to women, so the idea of being with a man is... "He responds with a disgust expression. "But it's more than that. Zoro and I, we have our differences, and sometimes we clash. I'm not sure if we could make it work in a romantic relationship.”

"And yet you were willing to sacrifice yourself in his place in front of Kuma and recently, you turn to him to get better.”

Robin's astute observation causes Sanji to falter, his expression softening as he grapples with the implications of her words. "I... well, that's different," he replies, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I'd do anything to protect my nakama, that's just who I am. And as for asking Zoro for help... it was more out of necessity than anything else."

"But isn't that the essence of a romantic relationship?" Robin presses gently, her eyes searching Sanji's face for any hint of understanding. "To be willing to sacrifice for the other person, to turn to them in times of need?"

Sanji's shoulders tense, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. "I suppose... but it's not that simple," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “Because in the end... I can’t ignore the fact that he’s still a man. Let’s say I admit that he is a good partner, I can’t ignore that in a couple, there is sex and I don’t see myself... with a man... you know what I mean Robin-chan.”

Robin nods sympathetically, acknowledging the weight of Sanji's internal struggle. "I understand, Cook-san," she replies gently, her voice filled with compassion. "Sexual attraction is an important aspect of any romantic relationship, and it's natural to have reservations about exploring that with someone of the same gender."

Sanji exhales heavily, a sense of relief washing over him as he realizes that Robin truly comprehends his dilemma. "Exactly," he murmurs, his voice tinged with gratitude.

Robin puts his head on his chin while his gaze becomes mischievous. "Yet I understand that something... how can I put it, excited happened between you?"

Sanji's heart skips a beat, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow as he realizes what Robin is alluding to. His cheeks flush crimson with embarrassment, and he averts his gaze, unable to meet Robin's probing eyes.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Robin-chan," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. But even as the words leave his lips, he knows that Robin can see right through his feeble attempt at denial.

Robin's playful smirk only grows wider at Sanji's flustered reaction. "Oh, come now, Cook-san. There's no need to be bashful," she teases, her tone light and teasing. "After all, it's perfectly normal for close friends to... lend each other a helping hand, so to speak."

Sanji's face pales, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach as he realizes that there's no escaping the truth. He swallows hard, his throat dry as he struggles to find the right words to respond.

"I-I..." he stammers, his voice trailing off as he searches for an excuse, a way to deflect Robin's insistent probing. But deep down, he knows that there's no hiding from the truth.

Robin watches Sanji's discomfort with an amused twinkle in her eye, her playful demeanor softening into one of genuine understanding. "It's okay, Cook-san. Your secret is safe with me," she reassures him, her voice gentle and reassuring. "So, if I can sum it up, Zoro-san is not a bad partner. At least I can see you want to try. When it comes to sex, it’s your right to be... overwhelmed by it. But nothing prevents you from explaining to Zoro-san that you need time. No?

Sanji's shoulders sag with relief at Robin's understanding and wise counsel. Her words offer him a glimmer of hope amidst the turmoil of his emotions, and he nods gratefully in response.

"You're right, Robin-chan," he agrees, his voice soft but determined. "Mosshead may not be a bad partner, and I owe it to him to at least try to understand my feelings. And as for... well, the physical aspect of our relationship, I suppose I do need some time to process everything."

Robin smiles warmly, her eyes filled with genuine empathy. "Take all the time you need, Cook-san. And remember, communication is key. Zoro-san may surprise you with his understanding and patience."

Sanji returns her smile, a sense of gratitude washing over him as he realizes that he's not alone in this struggle. With Robin's support, he feels a glimmer of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, he can navigate the complexities of his feelings and find a way forward.

"Thank you, Robin-chan," he says sincerely, his voice filled with appreciation. "I'll talk to this shitty-swordsman when the time is right." And with that, he takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the difficult conversation that lies ahead.

As their conversation draws to a close, Robin offers Sanji a reassuring pat on the shoulder before taking her leave, leaving him alone with his thoughts in the galley. Sanji watches her go, a sense of gratitude swelling within him for her unwavering support. Alone once more, Sanji's mind drifts back to Zoro, his thoughts consumed by the enigmatic swordsman who has stirred such turmoil within him. Despite his reservations and uncertainties, a small part of him can't help but wonder what might be possible if he dares to explore the depths of his feelings.

Lost in contemplation, Sanji is startled out of his reverie by the sudden appearance of Luffy, who bursts into the galley with all the subtlety of a hurricane.

"Sanji! I'm starving! Where's dinner?" Luffy cries out, his stomach rumbling audibly as he scans the kitchen for any sign of food, making Sanji smiles.

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Sanji can't deny it—he's been acting like a coward lately. It's been four days since his conversation with Robin, and yet he's been doing everything in his power to avoid Zoro. While he's no longer outright hostile toward the swordsman, the tension between them hangs thick in the air, making things awkward for the rest of the crew who aren't sure how to navigate the situation. This distance means that he no longer asks for help from Zoro to meditate, which is a problem, because even if he doesn’t master the art of meditating, the small sessions with Zoro manage to relax him a little.

Tonight, as a chill wind blows across the deck, Sanji finds himself leaning against the railing, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He's just woken up from yet another nightmare, his head still heavy with the weight of traumatic memories. Once again he feels his head tight as if the metal helmet is still there.

Sanji must recognize him, he has a hard time dealing with his nightmares. From where he is, he sees the light through the windows of the crow’s nest. Guilt washes over him as he considers reaching out to Zoro for help. He knows he should, but after avoiding the swordsman for a week, he feels like it would be too cheeky to ask now.

Sanji finishes his cigarette and heads to his kitchen. Maybe he can arrive with a white flag as a sign of peace. He begins to prepare onigiris, salmon, tuna and spicy, Zoro’s favorite. Realizing that he is preparing what Zoro likes the most, Sanji thinks that if he appears him like this, it will just prove that he wants to give him attention.

But isn’t that the point?

Whenever Sanji tries to please someone, he cooks his favorite dish. No, it makes the dish exceptional. The cook has difficulty swallowing, the last time he cooked to please someone, it was for Pudding. And in return he received the worst words that nobody should hear.

Who, sane, would ever marry a shameful failure like him? I mean, bring me at least a real prince!!

Sanji begins to tremble, recalling Pudding’s sharp voice. His hands struggle to form rice balls. What if... Zoro has been making fun of him since the beginning? He invented this statement to make him uncomfortable and in the end, he will laught at his face. Calling him stupid and naive. That he laughed for a week to see him believe it... The cook trembles more. He shakes his head. He refuses to be dictated by his traumas once again. He is Black Leg Sanji, he is worth more than a billion Berry, and he was going to climb in the crow’s nest to bring to Zoro these onigiris and the bottle of sake.

With each step, his resolve hardens. He won't let his past traumas dictate his actions anymore. He won't let fear stop him from reaching out to Zoro, even if it means risking rejection. As he reaches the crow's nest, he takes a moment to compose himself before ascending the ladder. With a deep breath, he steps onto the platform, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Zoro," he says, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his stomach. As Sanji enters the crow's nest, he's met with an unexpected sight. Zoro stands there, shirtless, sweat glistening on his tanned skin as he goes through his workout routine. His muscles ripple with each movement, a sight that catches Sanji off guard and leaves him momentarily speechless.

Has Sanji been gazing Zoro for a minute?

Zoro turns, his eyebrows raised in surprise as he spots Sanji standing there, his eyes wide open. He pauses mid-stretch, a faint blush dusting his cheeks before Sanji stammers, his cheeks flushing pink as he avoids Zoro's gaze. "I... uh... brought you some food. Thought you might be hungry,"

Zoro's gaze lowered, and recognition flickered in his eyes as he spotted the onigiri. Surprised, he reached out, taking them cautiously, his guard still up. As Zoro crunches on one of the rice balls, he glances at Sanji's embarrassed face, increasingly surprised by his initiative. Before he has a chance to say anything, Sanji speaks up.

"First of all, I want to apologize,"

Zoro furrows his brow in confusion. "Why?" he asks, genuinely puzzled.

"Because I reacted very badly to what you said to me the other night, and I treated you poorly afterward," Sanji explains, his expression earnest.

"I expected you to react like this," Zoro admits, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Sanji's gaze softens, his expression reflecting genuine remorse. "Even... I’m sorry," he responds, his tone tinged with sincerity.

Zoro's lips quirk into a small smile at the sight of the sake bottle in Sanji's hand. "You brought sake, you’re already forgiven," he says lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

Sanji shakes his head, his eyes meeting Zoro's with a seriousness that catches the swordsman off guard. "Mosshead, I’m serious," he insists, his voice firm and unwavering.

Zoro's smile fades as he realizes the sincerity behind Sanji's words. He watches the cook carefully, sensing the weight of the apology in the air between them. For a moment, silence hangs heavy, the tension palpable as they both grapple with their emotions.

Finally, Zoro breaks the silence with a nod, his expression softening with understanding. "It’s okay."

Sanji feels a weight come off his shoulders. The fact that Zoro told him that he expected this reaction proves a first thing, he did not make this statement to mock him afterwards. He is sincere. Yet, even as the immediate conflict subsides, Sanji finds himself grappling with a deeper sense of confusion and self-doubt. He sinks into one of the crow's nest sofas, his mind swirling with unanswered questions and unspoken fears.

I wouldn’t mind being in a relationship with you...

However, as he remembers this statement, Sanji still feels lost. The emotions that cross his body are like an avalanche, they sweep away all rationality. The cook sighs and sits on one of the crow’s nest sofas. He doesn’t understand. How Zoro can estimate him to the point that he is ready to put himself in touch with him.

"Why me..." Sanji's voice is barely above a whisper as he voices the nagging doubt that has plagued him since Zoro's confession.

"What?"

”I haven’t really shown my best lately. There is nothing charming, nothing that makes you want me and nothing that shows stability. So why me?"

Why do you want to be in a relationship with a waste? I’m only a good for nothing...

Zoro senses the weight of Sanji's uncertainty, recognizing the deep-seated insecurities that grip the cook's heart. He understands that the events at Whole Cake Island have left Sanji shaken, his confidence shattered by the traumas he endured. With a sigh, Zoro realizes that mere words may not be enough to assuage Sanji's doubts. Moving cautiously, Zoro settles beside Sanji, his presence a silent reassurance amidst the cook's turmoil. He clears his throat, struggling to articulate the emotions that swirl within him.

"Cook, I was surprised when you turned to me," Zoro begins, his voice steady despite the uncertainty that tugs at his heart. "When you asked me to end your life, it showed me a level of trust and vulnerability that I never expected. And despite everything you're going through, you still reached out to me.” Zoro is scratching his head, uncomfortable, he really doesn’t know what words to put on what he is currently feeling. “You say it yourself, you aren’t in your best shape, you have a ... breaking point, rather bad and you still turn to me. I mean, you cry in front of me, on my shoulder, I don’t call that weak! I could never have done that! I knocked you out so you wouldn’t sacrifice yourself for me but also so you wouldn’t see me like this. I still haven’t accepted that you saw me covered in blood like this, while you... put your pride aside to come to me for help. I must say, I’m... impressed with you and honored."

Sanji listens intently, his heart stirring at Zoro's words. He feels a sense of warmth spread through him, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness that clouds his mind.

"You trust me so much, Cook, that I’m genuinely surprised. I think that’s why I..." Zoro pauses, his voice softening as he searches for the right words.

"Am I not weak in your eyes right now...?" Sanji's voice is tinged with disbelief, his gaze searching Zoro's face for any hint of doubt.

"No. It’s quite the opposite," Zoro confirms, his tone resolute.

Sanji feels a lump form in his throat as Zoro's words sink in, the weight of his sincerity washing over him like a warm tide. For a moment, he finds himself lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, his mind racing as he grapples with the idea of being truly seen and accepted by someone he admires and respects. As he listens to Zoro's reassurance, Sanji can't help but project himself into a future where he and Zoro share more than just a bond of camaraderie. Despite his ingrained beliefs and the societal expectations that have shaped his worldview, he can't deny the pull of attraction that tugs at his heart whenever he's in Zoro's presence.

The thought of being in a relationship with another man is daunting, unfamiliar territory for someone who has always defined himself by his dedication to chivalry and the pursuit of romance with women. But as he looks into Zoro's eyes, Sanji realizes that perhaps love knows no boundaries, transcending the confines of gender and expectation.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of inner turmoil, Sanji nods shyly, his voice barely above a whisper as he accepts Zoro's offer. "Okay," he murmurs, a little smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I... I'm willing to give it a try."

Zoro's eyes widen in disbelief, his breath catching in his throat as he processes Sanji's words. For a moment, he's rendered speechless, his mind struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what Sanji has just agreed to.

"You... really mean that?" Zoro's voice is barely a whisper, his heart pounding in his chest as he searches Sanji's face for any sign of hesitation or doubt.

Sanji meets Zoro's gaze with unwavering sincerity, his expression earnest as he nods in affirmation. "Yeah," he replies softly, a hint of vulnerability coloring his tone. "I mean, I'm still figuring things out, but... I want to see where this goes."

A wave of relief washes over Zoro, mingled with a profound sense of gratitude and disbelief. He never imagined that Sanji would reciprocate his feelings, let alone be willing to explore a romantic relationship with him. It's a moment he never dared to hope for, a dream come true in the most unexpected of circumstances.

"You need to figure what?"

"Well... we have to talk about the... sex thing..."

Sanji shifts uncomfortably, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he grapples with the awkward topic at hand. "About that..., let’s be honest, I’m a womanizer, I love women, their bodies drive me crazy and... I’m not saying you’re ugly! Whatever... with your cactus face... but here you are... a man." he starts, his voice trailing off as he struggles to find the right words.

Zoro nods with a smirk, amused by the Cook’s words and understanding Sanji's hesitation. "Hey, you know, my chest circumference is probably wider than some women's with all these muscles," Zoro retorts with a chuckle, earning a blush from Sanji before the cook bursts into laughter. "Silly swordsman!”

Sanji's cheeks burned even brighter at Zoro's teasing, his laughter mingling with a hint of embarrassment. It was moments like these that reminded him why he cherished their bond, even as it ventured into uncharted territory.

"You're incorrigible, Mosshead," Sanji chuckled, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "But... seriously, Zoro, I just don't know if I'll be able to... you know, be intimate with another man."

Zoro's smirk widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer. "You weren't saying that in the infirmary," he remarked, his tone playful yet suggestive, causing Sanji's blush to deepen.

"It's d-different!" Sanji stammered, his cheeks aflame as he struggled to articulate his thoughts. "I was so lost and lonely, and... and you were there, and... it just felt right."

Zoro's smirk deepened at Sanji's flustered response, relishing the way the cook stumbled over his words. "Oh, I see how it is," he teased, his tone light but teasing. "So, you're saying you only want me when you're injured and vulnerable, huh?"

Sanji's face turned an even deeper shade of red, a mixture of embarrassment and indignation flashing in his eyes. "That's not what I meant, you idiot!" he retorted, his voice rising slightly as he tried to regain his composure. "I just... I mean, it's all new to me, okay? I'm still trying to wrap my head around the idea of being with another man."

Zoro's grin softened into a more understanding smile as he reached out to ruffle Sanji's hair playfully. "Relax, Cook. I'm just messing with you," he said, his tone gentle as he tried to ease Sanji's nerves. "I'm not gonna do anything until you ask for it. And I don't know why, but I have a feeling it'll be sooner than later..." Zoro added, teasing just a little more, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Sanji huffed, swatting Zoro's hand away from his hair with an irritated flick. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Marimo," he shot back, a stubborn tilt to his chin. "I'll let you know when I'm ready."

Zoro raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh, I'm sure you will, Cook," he retorted, his tone teasing as he leaned back against the railing. "But you better not take too long. I've got a reputation to maintain, you know."

Sanji rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest in a gesture of defiance. "Oh, please. Like anyone's buying into your tough guy act," he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You're just a big softie on the inside, aren't you, Mosshead?"

Zoro bristled at the insult, his smirk morphing into a scowl. "Watch it, Cook," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. "You might just find out how tough I can really be."

Sanji met his glare with a challenging stare of his own, unflinching in the face of Zoro's intimidation tactics. "Bring it on, Marimo," he shot back, his voice laced with defiance. "I'm not afraid of you."

Before either of them can stop themselves, their bickering escalates into a full-blown argument, their voices echoing across the crow's nest as they trade insults and barbs with increasing intensity. But beneath the surface of their heated exchange, a lingering sense of unease gnaws at them both, a silent reminder of the fragile balance they've yet to find in their newfound relationship.

As their argument reaches a fever pitch, fists fly and tempers flare, and soon, Zoro and Sanji find themselves locked in a heated physical altercation. The confined space of the crow's nest offers little room for maneuvering, forcing them to grapple with each other in close quarters.

Sanji's frustration fuels the flames of his anger, his movements swift and fluid as he unleashes a barrage of powerful kicks aimed at Zoro. With lightning speed, he closes the distance between them, his legs a blur of motion as he delivers a rapid succession of blows.

But Zoro is no stranger to combat, and he meets Sanji's onslaught head-on, his swords flashing in the sunlight as he parries each of the cook's attacks with expert precision. With a grunt of effort, he deflects Sanji's kicks, his muscles straining against the force of each blow.

As the fight intensifies, the crow's nest becomes a battleground, the clash of steel and the thud of impact echoing through the air. Sanji's kicks pack a powerful punch, each blow reverberating with the force of his pent-up frustration. But Zoro is relentless in his defense, his swords moving with a deadly grace as he counters Sanji's attacks with lethal accuracy. At one point, as sweat drips down their foreheads, they find themselves face to face, stuck in their attack, staring into each other’s eyes. Zoro blocks Sanji’s leg with his two swords. Their rapid breathing is the only sound in the crow’s nest. He gently demands between two breaths:

“Nightmare? Before you came here?” he asks, his concern evident in his gaze.

“Yeah…” Sanji's response is breathless, his chest heaving with exertion as he struggles to catch his breath.

“Do you want to meditate?” Zoro's question hangs in the air, a lifeline extended in the midst of their conflict.

Sanji's expression softens, a flicker of gratitude crossing his features as he nods in agreement. "I would appreciate it, yeah," he replies, his voice tinged with relief.

With a silent understanding, the two men disengage from their battle, setting aside their rivalry in favor of a moment of peace and reflection. Together, they retreat to a quieter corner of the crow’s nest, where they can find solace amidst the chaos of their thoughts and emotions.

As they settle into their meditation, Zoro creates a calm and soothing atmosphere, his presence a comforting anchor for Sanji amidst the storm of his thoughts. With each deep breath, Sanji endeavors to quiet the tumult within his mind, to find a moment of respite from the nightmares that haunt his sleep. Closing his eyes, Sanji focuses on Zoro's steady voice, guiding him through the meditation with gentle reassurance. With each word, the tension in Sanji's muscles begins to ebb away, replaced by a sense of serenity and calm.

But as Sanji delves deeper into his meditation, memories of his traumatic past resurface, unbidden and unwelcome. He recalls the days of his childhood, trapped in a cage of his family's making, subjected to the cruelty of his siblings' abuse. The pain and fear of those dark days threaten to overwhelm him, casting a shadow over the tranquility of the present moment. Yet, even as Sanji confronts the demons of his past, he finds solace in the safety of the present, in the warmth of Zoro's presence beside him. With each passing moment, the nightmares lose their grip, their power diminished by the light of Zoro's unwavering support.

But as the meditation draws to a close, exhaustion washes over Sanji, his eyelids growing heavy with sleep. Despite his efforts to remain awake, he finds himself succumbing to the pull of slumber, his body swaying ever so slightly as he nods in his sitting position. Sanji's consciousness drifts on the edge of sleep, he feels a gentle touch guiding him, easing him into a more comfortable position. Zoro's strong arms envelop him, pulling him close as he lies down beside him, spooning him in a protective embrace.

Sanji's mind hovers in the hazy space between wakefulness and dreams, his thoughts muddled and disjointed as he struggles to form coherent sentences. Yet, even in his half-asleep state, he feels the warmth and security of Zoro's presence, a reassuring anchor amidst the darkness.

"Mmm... Zoro..." Sanji murmurs softly, his voice barely a whisper as he seeks comfort in the sound of his name.

Zoro's response is a low rumble of reassurance, his arms tightening around Sanji in a protective hold. "I'm here, Cook," he whispers, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil of Sanji's mind. "You're safe now. Just rest."

Sanji's eyelids flutter as exhaustion finally overtakes him, his breathing slowing into a steady rhythm as sleep claims him. In the embrace of Zoro's arms, he finds a fleeting moment of peace, a respite from the nightmares that haunt his sleep. And as he drifts deeper into slumber, he knows that he is not alone, that Zoro will be there to protect him through the darkest of nights.

As the first light of dawn filters through the windows of the crow's nest, Sanji stirs from his slumber, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he becomes aware of the warmth of Zoro's arm draped protectively around him. For a moment, he lies still, relishing the comforting presence of his companion beside him.

With a soft smile playing on his lips, Sanji shifts slightly, snuggling closer to Zoro's sleeping form. Feeling a surge of affection, he presses a gentle kiss to the swordsman's cheek, savoring the warmth of his skin beneath his lips. But one kiss isn't enough to satisfy Sanji's playful mood. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he peppers Zoro's face with a series of soft kisses, each one accompanied by a whispered endearment. He lingers over each kiss, savoring the taste and feel of Zoro's lips against his own.

As he continues his gentle assault, Sanji can't help but chuckle softly at the sight of Zoro's gradually awakening expression. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he murmurs between kisses, his voice laced with affection and amusement. "Just thought I'd give you a proper wake-up call."

Feeling Zoro's hand gently grip the back of his neck, Sanji's heart skips a beat, a rush of excitement coursing through him as their lips meet in a tender kiss. The touch is electric, sending shivers down Sanji's spine as he loses himself in the sensation of Zoro's lips moving against his own. As their kiss deepens, Sanji's doubts and worries melt away, replaced by a sense of warmth and connection that he never thought possible. In this moment, there are no barriers between them, no doubts or fears to hold them back. There is only the intoxicating feeling of being with someone who understands him like no other.

As they finally break apart, breathless and flushed with desire, Sanji meets Zoro's gaze with a mixture of surprise and affection. "Well, good morning to you too," he says with a grin, his voice filled with playful amusement. Zoro's lips curve into a smirk as he pulls Sanji closer, his gaze smoldering with desire. "You're full of surprises, cook," he murmurs huskily, his fingers tangling in Sanji's hair as he leans in for another kiss. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Of course you wouldn't, Moss for brain."

As they continue to kiss and cuddle, their playful banter adds a layer of tension to the intimate moment. Sanji's fingers trace light patterns along Zoro's chest, teasingly brushing against the defined muscles beneath his skin.

Zoro responds with a low chuckle, his hands roaming over Sanji's back, pulling him closer with each touch. "You're one to talk, curly brows," he retorts, his voice husky with desire as he nuzzles against Sanji's neck.

Sanji lets out a mock offended gasp, tilting his head back to give Zoro better access. "Careful, mosshead, or I might start thinking you actually like having me around," he teases, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Zoro's response is a deep, rumbling laugh, his lips trailing soft kisses along Sanji's jawline. "Maybe I do," he murmurs between kisses, his breath warm against Sanji's skin.

Sanji's heart skips a beat at the admission, a rush of warmth flooding through him at the realization that Zoro might actually feel the same way he does. But before he can dwell on it further, Zoro pulls him into another passionate kiss, their lips meeting in a fiery embrace that leaves them both breathless and wanting more.

As they finally break apart, their faces flushed with desire, Sanji meets Zoro's gaze with a soft smile, the tension between them palpable yet tinged with a newfound sense of intimacy. "Well, mosshead, looks like we're stuck with each other," he says with a playful grin.

Zoro's eyes sparkle with affection as he pulls Sanji closer, their bodies pressed together in a warm embrace. "Unlucky me…" he replies, his voice filled with genuine warmth as he holds Sanji close, their hearts beating as one in the quiet intimacy of the morning.

As their kisses grow more fervent, Sanji finds himself losing himself in the heat of the moment, the passion between them igniting like a wildfire. Their tongues dance together in a feverish tangle of desire, Zoro’s hands come to rest on the edge of Sanji’s pants, slightly lifting the shirt to caress the skin of his lower back. But just as things threaten to spiral out of control, Sanji's rational mind kicks in, a pang of shyness and uncertainty creeping in. This is all so new to him, and despite the undeniable attraction between them, he can't shake the feeling of unease that lingers at the back of his mind.

With a reluctant sigh, Sanji gently pulls away from Zoro, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he struggles to find the right words. "Um, Mosshead, as much as I'm enjoying this..." he begins, his voice trailing off as he searches for an excuse to put a halt to their passionate embrace.

Zoro's lips curve into a playful smirk, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he brushes a stray lock of hair from Sanji's forehead. "I know, Curlybrow," he says with a knowing nod, his voice warm and reassuring. "Don't worry."

Relief floods through Sanji at Zoro's understanding, a grateful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thanks." he says softly, his voice laced with genuine appreciation.

With a final lingering kiss, Sanji reluctantly pulls away from Zoro's embrace, his heart still racing with the intensity of their shared moment. "I should, uh, go prepare breakfast for everyone," he says, his voice slightly hoarse with emotion.

Zoro nods in agreement, a fond smile playing on his lips as he watches Sanji make his way towards the kitchen. "Ok" he answers after him, his voice filled with warmth and affection and when he finds himself alone, he whispers for himself, “I could used to have you as a breakfast…”

Zoro lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in amusement at his own thoughts. He can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him, a warmth spreading through his chest at the memory of their passionate embrace.

Despite his tough exterior, Zoro finds himself surprisingly vulnerable in moments like these, his heart laid bare for Sanji to see. It's a feeling he's not entirely comfortable with, but one he's starting to embrace as he allows himself to open up to the possibility of something more. Lost in his thoughts, Zoro sinks back against the pillows, his mind drifting back to the kisses they shared. He can still feel the lingering warmth of Sanji's lips against his own, the taste of him still fresh on his tongue.

With a contented sigh, Zoro closes his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the afterglow of their intimate moment. For the first time in a long time, he feels truly at peace, a sense of happiness settling over him like a warm blanket.

In the days that followed their intimate moment in the crow's nest, Sanji and Zoro fell into a dance of secrecy. Despite the undeniable chemistry between them, they chose to keep their newfound relationship hidden from the rest of the crew, not they don’t want the other to know but they prefer to have it for themself.

Sanji, in particular, struggled with the idea of being in a relationship with another man. His upbringing and societal norms had ingrained in him a sense of shame and confusion, making it difficult for him to fully embrace his feelings for Zoro. As a result, he kept his distance, avoiding any displays of affection in front of the crew and instead channeling his emotions into their usual bickering and banter.

Zoro, on the other hand, was more accepting of their relationship, but understood Sanji's need for time. He respected his partner's boundaries, choosing to express his affection in subtle ways that was not too fast. In the midst of their daily fights and arguments, Zoro would steal fleeting moments to press hot and deep kisses against Sanji's lips, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

In the bustling galley, amidst the clatter of pots and pans, Sanji would often lose himself in the rhythm of his cooking, his focus unwavering as he strived to create culinary masterpieces. It was during these moments of intense concentration that Zoro would seize the opportunity to steal a moment of intimacy. With silent footsteps, he would approach Sanji from behind, his presence a welcome distraction from the chaos of the kitchen. Gently, he would press his lips against the sensitive skin of Sanji's neck, eliciting a surprised gasp from the cook as a blush spread across his cheeks. Despite his initial shock, Sanji would lean into the touch, relishing in the warmth of Zoro's affection amidst the hustle and bustle of the galley.

And at night, when the rest of the crew had long retired to their bunks, Zoro would often find himself restless, unable to shake the thoughts of Sanji that lingered in his mind. With quiet determination, he would make his way to the cook's bunk, his steps purposeful as he closed the distance between them. If Sanji happened to be awake, Zoro would approach him with careful precision, his hand coming to rest gently over the cook's mouth to stifle any surprised exclamations. And then, with a soft touch, he would brush his fingers through Sanji's blond locks, his lips finding their way to the cook's in a tender kiss.

“Night Shit-Cook.”

“Night Mosshead.” Answers Sanji, hiding his red cheek again.

In the dead of one night, while the Sunny sails without obstacle, the boys' quarters are cloaked in darkness, the soft sounds of slumber filling the air. But amidst the tranquility, Sanji's sleep is plagued by restless dreams, his subconscious haunted by memories of his traumatic past. Tossing and turning in his bunk, he lets out muffled cries of distress, his brow furrowed with unease as he battles the demons of his nightmares.

“Please dad… let me out… come back.. anyone!”

Unbeknownst to him, Zoro stirs in his own bunk, his senses attuned to the subtle shift in the air. With practiced ease, he rises from his bed, his movements fluid and silent as he makes his way to Sanji's side. Gently, he shakes the cook awake, his touch firm yet gentle as he whispers reassurances into his ear.

"Cook, wake up," Zoro murmurs softly, his voice a soothing balm against the cook's troubled mind. "It's just a nightmare."

Slowly, Sanji's eyes flutter open, his chest heaving with the remnants of his panic. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he finds himself met with Zoro's concerned gaze, the swordsman's expression a comforting presence in the darkness.

"Zoro..." Sanji breathes, his voice thick with emotion as he struggles to shake off the lingering tendrils of his nightmare. Without a word, Zoro offers Sanji a small, understanding smile, his hand reaching out to grasp the cook's in a silent gesture of support. Zoro breaks the silence, his voice low and gentle as he speaks. "Why don't you come with me for a bath? It might help you relax.”

Sanji hesitates for a moment, his mind still reeling from the remnants of his nightmare. With a nod of gratitude, he allows himself to be led by Zoro, the gentle rhythm of their footsteps echoing through the quiet corridors of the ship.

As they enter the bathhouse, the warm glow of lanterns casts a soft, inviting light over the tranquil space. Zoro guides Sanji to the shower, the sound of rushing water a soothing melody that fills the air. With a reassuring smile, Zoro gestures for Sanji to join him under the cascading water.

Sanji hesitates for a moment, a flush of heat rising to his cheeks as he feels Zoro's gaze upon him. It isn't the first time they've showered together, but it's the first time since they entered into a relationship, and the intimacy of the moment feels more profound than ever before.

Taking a deep breath, Sanji takes of his clothes and steps into the warm spray of water, feeling its comforting and invigorating sensation cascading over his skin. He tries to focus on the feeling of the water, washing away the remnants of his nightmare, but he can't shake the awareness of Zoro's presence beside him. Swallowing his nerves, Sanji slips into the bath, the hot water enveloping him in its comforting embrace. He keeps his gaze averted, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he tries to ignore the overwhelming sense of self-consciousness washing over him.

Zoro moves to sit behind Sanji, his legs framing the cook's body as he settles into the water. With a gentle touch, he reaches out to guide Sanji into a comfortable position, letting him leans back against Zoro's chest.

“Is this okay?”

Sanji nods, even if he is still blushing and Zoro lets his elbows resting on the edges of the bathtub. Sanji lets himself go a little and closes his eyes, his head calloused against a shoulder and his arms rest on Zoro’s legs, using it as a support. For a moment, they remain like that, the warmth of the water soothing away the tension that had gripped Sanji's muscles. With Zoro's behind him, Sanji feels safe and secure, the weight of his nightmares fading into the background.

"Zoro..." Sanji murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know you had it in you..."

Zoro's lips quirked into a small, almost imperceptible smile at Sanji's words. "I know you appreciate a bit of… romance," he admitted quietly, "Even if it's not really my thing."

"That's nice of you but if I accept to be in a relationship with you it's because I want to be with the Shitty Musclehead that you are.”

Sanji's words brought a warmth to Zoro's chest, a reassurance that despite their differences, they were still connected by something deeper than just fleeting moments of tenderness.

Zoro chuckled softly, his breath ghosting over Sanji's neck as he leaned in closer. "Well, don't worry, Cook. I'll always be the same shitty musclehead you fell for," he replied. Sanji couldn't help but smile at Zoro's words, a sense of contentment settling over him as he leaned back into the swordsman's embrace. "I didn’t fell for you, you fell for me." he murmured softly, a cocky smile on his face.

As Sanji continues to allow himself to relax into the warmth of the bath, Zoro's gaze naturally drifts over the cook's naked form, taking in every detail with a growing sense of desire.

First, Zoro's eyes are drawn to the elegant curve of Sanji's neck, smooth and unblemished, leading down to his broad shoulders, where the muscles are taut yet relaxed under the surface. The water glistens on Sanji's skin, highlighting the subtle contours and inviting Zoro's touch.

Zoro's gaze lingers on the subtle definition of Sanji's abdomen, the muscles toned and firm, hinting at the strength that lies beneath. His eyes trail lower still, taking in the gentle rise and fall of Sanji's chest with each breath, the water lapping against his skin in a hypnotic rhythm.

But it's when Zoro's gaze reaches Sanji's thighs that his breath catches in his throat. The muscles are powerful and well-defined, evidence of years of training and hard work. The water clings to Sanji's skin, tracing the contours of his legs in a way that is both alluring and tantalizing.

With each passing moment, Zoro feels the heat building within him, desire pooling low in his belly as he takes in the sight before him. Sanji is handsome, in every sense of the word, and Zoro finds himself unable to tear his gaze away, captivated by the sheer allure of the man sitting between his legs.

“Cook?” Zoro's voice breaks through the silence, a gentle whisper that draws Sanji's focus back to the present moment.

“Mhh-hh?” Sanji responds, his voice soft and relaxed, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

“What do you do when you make love to a woman?” Zoro's question hangs in the air, filled with a quiet intensity that catches Sanji off guard.

Sanji's lips quirk into a small smile at Zoro's inquiry, a mix of amusement and affection coloring his expression. "I thought we shouldn’t ask this kind of questions naked in a bath," he replies, his tone light despite the underlying seriousness of the topic, eliciting a chuckle from Zoro.

But Zoro's curiosity lingers, and Sanji can sense the sincerity in his question. With a sigh, Sanji decides to indulge him, opening up a window into a part of his life he rarely discusses.

"Well, when I'm with a woman," Sanji begins, his voice low and contemplative, "I always prioritize her pleasure above my own. I treat her like a goddess, worshipping her body and fulfilling her desires, even if it means ignoring my own."

Sanji pauses, his thoughts drifting to memories of past lovers, each encounter unique yet grounded in the same principle of selflessness and devotion. He can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for those moments, fleeting as they were.

"It's about making her feel cherished and desired, ensuring that she experiences pleasure in every touch and caress," Sanji continues, his words tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "And in return, her satisfaction becomes my own, a shared experience of intimacy and connection."

Zoro listens intently as Sanji shares his perspective on intimacy with women, his words carrying a weight of experience and sincerity. The swordsman can't help but feel a mix of confusion and curiosity as he gains insight into Sanji's approach to lovemaking.

"So you don't... ask them anything?" Zoro probes further, his voice quiet but filled with genuine interest.

Sanji considers the question for a moment before responding, his brows furrowing in thought. "You mean during sex?" he clarifies, wanting to ensure he understands Zoro's inquiry.

"Yes. Like if you want a blowjob, you won't ask one?" Zoro's question is direct, probing into the intricacies of Sanji's approach to sexual pleasure.

"N-no..." Sanji hesitates, his cheeks coloring slightly as he admits, "If she wants to give me one, of course I will say yes because I love blowjob but I won't ask..."

Zoro nods slowly, processing Sanji's response. It's a stark contrast to his own experiences and expectations, but Zoro finds himself intrigued by Sanji's unwavering commitment to prioritizing his partner's pleasure above his own.

"You never think about you?" Zoro asks, his curiosity piqued by the notion of selflessness that seems to define Sanji's approach to lovemaking.

"I always treat women like the goddesses they are," Sanji replies earnestly, his voice tinged with reverence.

As they sit together in the warm embrace of the bath, Zoro finds himself reflecting on Sanji's words, contemplating the deeper meaning behind his approach to love and desire. An amused smile appears on Zoro's face.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm not a woman, so you won't scared me by using some dirty talking or demands to fulfill a kink."

Sanji's cheeks flush deeper at Zoro's teasing remark, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement flickering in his eyes. He opens his mouth to retort, but Zoro's playful demeanor catches him off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless.

"Lucky for me, indeed," Sanji finally responds, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "But don't think for a second that just because you're not a woman, I won't expect you to be treated like royalty."

Zoro chuckles at Sanji's boldness, his gaze dancing with mischief as he leans in closer. "Oh, I don't doubt it, Cook," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. "But maybe, just maybe, you might enjoy being on the receiving end for once."

Sanji's breath catches in his throat at Zoro's suggestive tone, his pulse quickening as he feels the heat of the swordsman's body pressed against his own. He tries to maintain his composure, but Zoro's proximity is undeniably distracting, stirring something primal within him.

With a playful glint in his eye, Zoro begins to trace light circles on Sanji's neck, teasing the skin, his touch sending shivers down the cook's spine. "You know," he continues, his voice a seductive whisper, "I have a feeling you might enjoy it more than you think."

Sanji's heart pounds in his chest at Zoro's words, his mind swirling with a heady mix of desire and anticipation. He knows he should resist, should maintain some semblance of control, but the intoxicating pull of Zoro's presence is impossible to ignore.

In a bold move, Zoro leans in closer, his lips grazing Sanji's ear as he murmurs, "Let me show you how good it can feel, Cook."

Sanji's breath hitches at the sensation, his body responding instinctively to Zoro's touch. With a playful smirk, Zoro continues his exploration, his fingers dancing over Sanji's abdomen with practiced ease.

"Training those abs every morning, huh?" he remarks, his voice laced with amusement.

"Y-Yeah..." Sanji manages to reply, his voice slightly breathless as he tries to regain his composure.

Zoro's touch grows bolder, his hand drifting lower as he teases the sensitive skin just above Sanji's waistband. "I bet you know how to use them," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

"Of course, stupid swordsman! I made more than one woman scream with my movements."

"Is that so..."

Zoro's lips curl into a knowing smile at Sanji's bold response, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he continues to explore the landscape of Sanji's body.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to see for myself," Zoro replies, his voice dripping with playful challenge.

Sanji's breath catches in his throat at Zoro's words, a surge of excitement coursing through him at the prospect of what's to come. His heart is pounding with anticipation as he braces himself for the next move. Zoro's touch grows more insistent, his fingers tracing teasing patterns along Sanji's waistband before dipping lower, inching closer to the source of their shared longing. With each passing moment, the tension between them mounts, a palpable energy that crackles in the air.

"You talk a big game, Cook," Zoro murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire. "But let's see if you can handle what I have in store for you."

“F-fuck … Zoro…”

Sanji's cheeks flush with heat at Zoro's words, his body thrumming with anticipation as he surrenders to the pleasure of their little game. Zoro's hand continues its descent, his fingers trailing down the soft skin of Sanji's inner thigh, inching closer and closer to the source of their mutual desire.

"You ready for this, Cook?" Zoro's voice is low and husky, sending a shiver of anticipation down Sanji's spine.

Sanji's breath hitches in his throat, desire pooling low in his belly as he meets Zoro's gaze with a hunger that matches his own. "What are you waiting for… you are so bad with direction, you can’t find my dick?" he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

With a boldness born of desire, Zoro's hand finally reaches its destination, wrapping around Sanji's throbbing length with a firm yet gentle grip. Sanji gasps at the sudden contact, pleasure coursing through him in electrifying waves as Zoro's skilled fingers begin to move, teasing and stroking him with expert precision.

"Oh, fuck," Sanji groans, his voice laced with raw desire as pleasure washes over him in relentless waves.

Zoro's lips curl into a smirk, his touch growing more insistent as he drives Sanji to the brink of ecstasy. "You like that, Cook?" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "You like it when I touch you like this?"

Sanji's response is a guttural moan of pleasure, his hips bucking instinctively against Zoro's hand as he rides the wave of sensation crashing over him. "Yes," he gasps, his voice barely above a whisper. "God, yes."

Zoro's smirk widens at Sanji's desperate pleas, relishing in the raw desire emanating from the cook's trembling form. With a deft twist of his wrist, he adjusts his grip, his fingers dancing over Sanji's throbbing cock with a tantalizing rhythm that drives him wild with need.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" Zoro taunts, his voice dripping with wicked amusement as he continues to stroke Sanji with maddening precision. "Tell me, Cook, how badly do you want to come?"

Sanji's breath hitches at Zoro's words, his mind fogged with ecstasy as pleasure courses through him in relentless waves. "Pretty bad… aahhh…”

Zoro's smirk only grows wider at Sanji's fervent request, his touch relentless as he drives the cook to the brink of ecstasy. With each stroke, Sanji feels himself teetering on the edge, pleasure and desire intertwining in a dizzying whirlwind of sensation. But as he surrenders to the intoxicating pleasure coursing through him, he can't help but notice how different it feels compared to his encounters with women. There's an intensity to Zoro's touch, a raw passion that ignites something primal within him, unlike anything he's ever experienced before.

With each caress, each whispered taunt, Sanji feels himself unraveling, his inhibitions melting away in the heat of the moment. He's never felt this vulnerable, this exposed, and yet there's a sense of liberation in surrendering to the pleasure that Zoro offers. And as Zoro's fingers work their magic, coaxing him ever closer to the edge of release, Sanji realizes something profound. For the first time in his life, he's allowing himself to ask for what he wants, to embrace his own desires without fear or hesitation.

"Zoro," he gasps, his voice a breathless call, "please... I want..."

Zoro's smirk transforms into a hungry grin as Sanji's trying to request, his lips trailing hot kisses along the curve of Sanji's neck as he revels in the sensation of their shared desire. "That's it, Cook," he murmurs, his voice husky with anticipation. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

Sanji's heart races with anticipation as he feels Zoro's lips blazing a trail of fire along his neck, igniting every nerve ending in his body. The sensation sends shivers down his spine, fueling his desire even further.

"I want..." Sanji begins again, his voice hoarse with need, "I want you to take me... in your mouth."

Zoro's grin widens at Sanji's bold request, his eyes dark with desire as he hungrily bite the cook’s neck. "You want me to taste you, Perveted Cook?" he purrs, his voice dripping with wicked delight. "You want to feel my lips wrapped around your cock, sucking you until you're begging for release?"

Sanji's breath catches in his throat at Zoro's words, desire pooling low in his belly as he nods eagerly. "Yes," he gasps, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Zoro... Do that."

With a devilish smirk, Zoro rises from the bath, his movements fluid and confident as he takes Sanji by the hand, leading him out of the water and onto the soft mat nearby. The air is heavy with anticipation as Zoro positions Sanji in a comfortable recline, his eyes blazing with desire as he hovers above the cook.

Their lips meet in a heated kiss, all tongues and teeth and desperate need as they devour each other with unbridled passion. Sanji moans into Zoro's mouth, his hands tangling in the swordsman's hair as he pulls him closer, craving more of the intoxicating taste that only Zoro can provide. However, Zoro has different intentions, his lips blazing a trail of heat along Sanji's quivering flesh, leaving a moist path of kisses behind them. With deliberate slowness, Zoro descends lower, his mouth blazing a trail of heat along Sanji's trembling form until he reaches his destination. With a hungry growl, he takes Sanji's throbbing length into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as he begins to suck him in earnest.

Zoro's tongue dances with expertise, tracing patterns of ecstasy along Sanji's sensitive flesh. With each flick and swirl, he sends waves of pleasure coursing through Sanji's body, igniting every nerve ending in a symphony of sensation. His mouth envelops Sanji's hardness, creating a delicious vacuum of suction as he works to drive him wild with desire.

Sanji's fingers clutch desperately at the soft fabric beneath him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surrenders to the overwhelming pleasure that Zoro's touch evokes. He can't help but vocalize his ecstasy, a litany of moans and gasps spilling from his lips as he rides the tide of pleasure crashing over him.

"Oh, god... Zoro," Sanji pants, his voice thick with desire. "That feels... so fucking good..."

Zoro's only response is a low, guttural growl of approval, his movements growing more urgent as he redoubles his efforts to push Sanji over the edge. His hand joins the fray, teasing and stroking Sanji's length in perfect harmony with the relentless assault of his mouth. Sanji's cries of pleasure grow louder with each passing moment, his hips bucking instinctively against Zoro's touch as he nears the peak of ecstasy.

"Zoro... please," Sanji gasps, his voice a desperate plea. "I'm so close... I need to come..."

Zoro's only response is a wicked grin, his movements growing more urgent as he works to push Sanji over the edge into the abyss of pleasure. As Sanji teeters on the precipice of release, his body trembling with anticipation, Zoro's lips leave his throbbing length with a tantalizing pop. Sanji's eyes snap open, a mixture of confusion and frustration flickering in their depths as he meets Zoro's dark gaze.

"Zoro, what... why'd you stop?" Sanji's voice is laced with need, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to comprehend Zoro's sadistic interruption.

Zoro's smirk widens at Sanji's reaction, a predatory glint in his eyes as he leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from Sanji's flushed skin. "I'm not finished with you yet, Cook," he purrs, his voice dripping with wicked delight. "Not even close."

Before he can protest, Zoro's lips are on his, fierce and demanding as they claim him in a searing kiss that steals the breath from his lungs. Their tongues clash in a frenzy of desire, each movement a testament to the raw passion that burns between them. Zoro's hands roam freely over Sanji's trembling form, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as they explore every inch of his heated skin.

As they break apart, panting and desperate for more, Zoro's voice fills the air, thick with desire and promise. "You think I'm done with you, Cook?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against Sanji's ear with agonizing slowness. "You haven't even begun to see what I'm capable of."

Zoro's hands roam freely over Sanji's sensitive body, igniting sparks of desire with every touch.

"And what if I want you to beg for it, Cook?" Zoro challenges, his voice a low growl of desire as he captures Sanji's lips with unwavering intensity.

With deliberate slowness, Zoro's hands roam lower, His touch is relentless, igniting jolts of pleasure with every caress as he explores every inch of Sanji's milky skin. Sanji's breath hitches in his throat as Zoro's fingers brush against his throbbing length, teasing and tantalizing in equal measure. Pleasure courses through him in electrifying waves, driving him wild with need as he struggles to maintain his composure.

Zoro's lips trail a wet path along Sanji's chin, licking his small beard, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from Sanji's parted lips.

"You're so responsive, Cook," Zoro murmurs, his voice a husky whisper of desire. "It's almost too easy to make you moan."

Sanji's cheeks flush with embarrassment at Zoro's words, but he can't bring himself to protest as pleasure consumes him in a dizzying whirlwind of sensation. Zoro's touch is relentless, driving him to the brink of ecstasy with each stroke and caress.

"And your body..." Zoro continues, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "It's absolutely stunning, Cook. So strong and beautiful."

Sanji's heart swells with pride at Zoro's words, his inhibitions melting away in the heat of the moment as desire courses through him with reckless abandon. He's never felt more alive, more desired, and he never wants it to end.

But amidst the overwhelming sensation of pleasure, there's a nagging sense of vulnerability that tugs at Sanji's heartstrings. As tears well in his eyes, he struggles to contain the flood of emotions that threatens to overwhelm him.

Zoro's concern is evident in his eyes as he notices Sanji's distress, his touch growing gentle and reassuring as he brushes away the tears that stain the cook's flushed cheeks. "Cook, what's wrong?" he murmurs, his voice soft with concern.

Sanji sniffles, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggles to put his feelings into words. "It's just... I feel like... like I'm being a woman here," he admits, his voice thick with emotion. "And it scares me."

Zoro's heart aches at Sanji's confession, his own emotions swirling with a mixture of empathy and understanding. After all, This is the first time that Sanji has sex with another man without artifice, without alcohol to put him in a second state. With gentle hands, he lifts Sanji's chin, meeting his gaze with unwavering sincerity.

"Sanji, listen to me," Zoro says, his voice firm but gentle. "You’re a man from side to side, manly and strong. Nothing can change that, not even the way you feel in this moment."

Sanji's breath catches in his throat at Zoro's words, a sense of relief washing over him like a warm embrace. He knows he can trust Zoro, knows that the swordsman will always be there to support him no matter what.

"And as for the teasing and dirty talk," Zoro continues, his voice tinged with warmth. "It's not because I want to dominate you. It's because I want you to focus on your own pleasure for once, to embrace your desires without being held back by other obligations."

Sanji's heart swells with gratitude at Zoro's reassurance, his doubts and insecurities melting away in the heat of the moment. With renewed confidence, he leans in closer, pressing his lips to Zoro's in a passionate kiss that speaks volumes of his gratitude and desire.

"So now... what... ?" Asks Sanji, still a bit confuse.

Zoro's lips curl into a knowing smirk as he takes charge, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of Sanji's body with skillful precision. With each touch, each whispered taunt, he drives Sanji back to the brink of ecstasy, his words a heady cocktail of desire and arousal.

"Shh, Cook," Zoro murmurs, his voice low and seductive as he trails hot kisses along Sanji's carotid artery "Just feel good, let me take care of you."

Sanji's breath hitches at Zoro's command, his body trembling with anticipation as he surrenders to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that courses through him. Zoro's hands roam freely over Sanji's heated skin, they explore every curve and contour of his body, every muscles. His tongue dances over Sanji's sensitive skin, tracing patterns of desire that leave the cook gasping for more. And through it all, Zoro's words are a constant stream of dirty talk and whispered promises, driving Sanji crazy.

"God, Cook, you're so fucking sexy," Zoro growls, his voice thick with desire as he presses hot kisses to Sanji's trembling lips. "I could spend eternity worshiping you like this."

Sanji moans in response, his voice a breathless plea as pleasure consumes him in a whirlwind of sensation. "Zoro, please... more," he begs, his hips bucking instinctively against Zoro's touch as he rides the wave of ecstasy crashing over him.

Zoro's lips curl into a wicked grin as he takes Sanji's throbbing length into his mouth once more, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip with agonizing slowness. Sanji's breath catches in his throat at the sensation, pleasure coursing through him in electrifying waves as he struggles to contain the overwhelming desire that threatens to consume him.

"Oh, fuck, Zoro," Sanji groans, his voice thick with need as he arches into the swordsman's touch.

But Zoro's only response is a wicked chuckle, his lips wrapping around Sanji's length with a relentless determination that drives the cook to the brink of madness. With each suck and swirl of his tongue, he pushes Sanji closer and closer to the edge, his touch calculated and precise as he toys with the cook's senses.

Sanji's hips buck against Zoro's mouth, But Zoro decides to block his hips with his arms, preventing him from moving and Sanji cries a little more, only being able to undergo it. He's so close, so achingly close, and yet Zoro's teasing touch keeps him dangling on the edge, his every nerve screaming for release.

"Zoro, please," Sanji begs, his voice a desperate cry as he struggles to contain the overwhelming desire that threatens to consume him. "I can't…

Zoro's only response is to take Sanji even deeper into his mouth. With a final, determined push, he swallows Sanji whole, his throat tightening around the cook's throbbing length as he drives him over the edge. Sanji's cries of pleasure echo through the room as ecstasy washes over him in a tidal wave of sensation, his release flooding Zoro's mouth in a hot, sticky torrent. Zoro drinks him in greedily, savoring the taste of Sanji on his tongue as he swallows every last drop of the cook's essence.

As Sanji rides the waves of his orgasm, his body goes limp with bliss, his mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that washes over him. He's left breathless and utterly spent, his senses dulled by the intensity of his release.

With a playful glint in his eyes, Zoro leans in closer, his lips brushing against Sanji's ear in a whisper of teasing delight.

"Enjoyed that, Cook?" Zoro murmurs, his voice thick with amusement as he revels in Sanji's post-orgasmic haze. "You were practically begging for it."

Sanji's cheeks flush with embarrassment at Zoro's teasing, his mind still reeling from the intensity of his release. He can't believe he let himself be so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet there's a sense of liberation in surrendering to the pleasure that Zoro offered.

"I... I can't believe you... swallowed..." Sanji stammers, his voice trailing off as he struggles to find the words to express his shock.

Zoro's smirk deepens at Sanji's reaction, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he relishes in the cook's stunned disbelief. "What, did you expect me to spit it out?" he teases, his tone playful but tinged with a hint of wickedness.

Sanji's cheeks burn with shame at Zoro's teasing, but deep down, he can't help but feel a surge of arousal at the swordsman's audacity. With a sheepish grin, he buries his face in Zoro's chest, his heart pounding with a heady mix of desire and excitement.

"Shut up, you idiot," Sanji mutters, his voice muffled against Zoro's skin as he tries to hide his red face.

But as he buries himself in Zoro's chest, he can't help but notice the unmistakable hardness pressing against him, evidence of the swordsman's own arousal that has yet to be sated. His cheeks flush with a mixture of avoidance and curiosity as he tentatively lifts his head, meeting Zoro's gaze with a shy, uncertain expression.

"Um, Zoro..." Sanji begins, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggles to find the words to express his thoughts. "What about... your... um... you know..."

Zoro's smirk softens into a gentle smile as he brushes a strand of hair from Sanji's flushed face, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.

"Don't worry about me, Cook," he reassures, his voice soft but firm. "I'm here to take care of you, remember?"

Sanji's heart swells with gratitude at Zoro's words, his doubts and insecurities melting away in the heat of the moment. But still, he feels gilty about the swordsman.

"I can't just leave you like this," Sanji murmurs, his voice filled with genuine concern. "It's not fair to you."

With a mixture of trepidation and determination, Sanji shifts closer to Zoro, straddling the swordsman's lap as he gazes into his eyes with unwavering resolve. His heart pounds in his chest as he reaches out tentatively, his fingers trembling slightly as they trace a path along Zoro's thigh. Zoro's breath catches in his throat at the touch, his body responding instinctively to Sanji's proximity. He can feel the heat of the cook's skin against his own, igniting a fierce desire that courses through him like wildfire.

Sanji's touch is tentative at first, hesitant as he explores the contours of Zoro's body with gentle curiosity. But as he grows more confident, his touch becomes bolder, more assertive, his fingers tracing a path along the length of Zoro's throbbing arousal.

"Tell me Zoro... how do you like to be touched?"

Sanji's voice is laced with a hint of mischief as he poses the question, his fingers still trailing along Zoro's length with deliberate slowness. He watches intently for any sign of reaction, his gaze locked with Zoro's as he waits for an answer. Zoro's breath hitches at the sensation of Sanji's touch, his body tingling with anticipation as he struggles to form a coherent response. He's used to being the one in control, not the one being asked what he wants, and the sudden shift in dynamics catches him off guard.

"I, uh..." Zoro begins, his voice trailing off as he searches for the right words. But before he can formulate a response, Sanji's fingers tighten around his length, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from his lips.

Sanji smirks at Zoro's reaction, his confidence growing with each passing moment as he discovers the swordsman's weakness. "Come on, Zoro," he teases, his voice dripping with playful amusement. "Don't tell me you're shy now."

"The hell! I'm not shy!”

Sanji chuckles at Zoro's indignant response, his smirk widening as he continues to tease the swordsman. "Sure seemed like it for a moment there," he retorts, his voice laced with playful amusement. "Tell me mister Dirty talking..." he starts while his thumb plays with the small wet slit, enclosing a tremor of Zoro’s legs under his own. "Did you really not had dirty fantazy about me before asking me to be in relationship with you?"

Zoro's breath blockes at the sudden shift in conversation, his cheeks flushing slightly at Sanji's bold question. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure as he meets Sanji's gaze with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"Uh, well..." Zoro begins, his voice trailing off as he searches for the right words. He can feel the heat of Sanji's touch against his skin, igniting a fierce desire that threatens to consume him.

Sanji's smirk widens at Zoro's hesitation, his confidence growing with each passing moment as he continues to tease the swordsman. "Come on, Zoro," he taunts, his voice dripping with playful amusement. "Tell me the truth". He adds, bitting Zoro's earlobe where is earrings clink.

Zoro's breath catches in his throat as Sanji's lips brush against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He can feel the warmth of Sanji's breath against his skin, igniting a fierce desire that threatens to consume him.

"Alright, alright," Zoro finally concedes, his voice husky with desire as he gives in to Sanji's playful teasing. "Maybe... once or twice... I may have had a few fantasies about you."

Sanji's smirk deepens at Zoro's admission, his fingers moving faster along the swordsman's cock as he revels in the power he holds over him. "Oh, really?" he teases, his voice dripping with playful amusement. "And what kind of fantasies were those?"

Zoro's heart pounding in his chest as he struggles to form a coherent response. But before he can answer, Sanji's fingers tighten around his cock, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from his lips.

"Cook," Zoro gasps, his voice thick with desire as he leans into the Sanji's touch.

"Tell me Zoro-kun ... how did you think about me in your fantazies... what did you do to me? To my body?"

Zoro's cheeks flush even deeper at Sanji's probing question, his mind racing with the vivid memories of his most forbidden fantasies. He struggles to find the right words, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to articulate the desires that burn within him.

"In my fantasies..." Zoro begins, his voice thick with desire as he succumbs to Sanji's relentless teasing. "I... I imagined... touching you everywhere. Running my hands over your smooth skin, tracing every curve and contour of your body..."

Sanji's smirk deepens at Zoro's confession, his fingers dancing over the swordsman's throbbing length with deliberate precision. He can feel the heat of Zoro's arousal against his hand, igniting a fierce desire that threatens to consume them both.

"Do I fuck you in your dreams?" Sanji asks, his voice deeper than usual as he begins to nibble on Zoro’s Adam’s apple.

Sanji's bold question causes Zoro to catch his breath, his cheeks flushing even deeper as he struggles to maintain his composure. The sensation of Sanji's lips against his skin sends a shiver down his spine, his body trembling with a mixture of desire and anticipation.

"I... yes," Zoro admits, his voice thick with desire as he succumbs to the cook's relentless teasing.

"Is that so..." Sanji answers, jerking Zoro faster, his grip firmer on his cock, finally making him moan. "How do I fuck you Zoro?"

The sensation of Sanji's hand moving faster, firmer, around him sends electric pulses of pleasure through his body, making him arch into the touch with a low groan.

"You... you take control. Your hands roaming all over my body, igniting every nerve with fire. And then... you fuck me, hard and fast, making me scream your name."

Sanji is shocked to hear the almighty Zoro Roronoa admit that he wants to get fucked by Sanji, surrender to him and beg him. As he chews Zoro’s neck a little harder, Sanji admits that the idea begins to please him, despite Zoro being a man. He can feel Zoro's arousal pulsing against his hand, his grip tightening as he drives the swordsman closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Is that how you want it, Zoro?" Sanji asks, his voice dripping with playful amusement as he watches Zoro squirm beneath him. "Do you want me to fuck you until you can't think straight?"

Zoro's breath hitches at Sanji's teasing question, his body trembling with desire as he struggles to maintain his composure.

"Yes," Zoro gasps, his voice thick with desire as he gives in to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.

"Do you want to fell that cock you just sucked deep inside you?"

"I... I..." Zoro stammers, his voice thick with desire as he succumbs to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. But before he can form a coherent response, Sanji's relentless teasing drives him over the edge, his body trembling as ecstasy washes over him in a tidal wave of sensation.

With a final, desperate cry, Zoro gives in to the pleasure enveloping them, his release bursting forth over Sanji's hand in a warm, sticky rush. His cries of ecstasy fill the room, echoing off the walls as he collapses against the cook, drained and breathless in the wake of their shared climax.

As they lay there, spent and breathless, the air between them is charged with a newfound intimacy. Zoro's body trembles with the aftershocks of pleasure, while Sanji's heart races with a mixture of exhilaration and contentment.

The water in the bathtub laps gently against the sides, the only sound breaking the heavy silence that hangs between them. Sanji and Zoro sit at opposite ends of the tub, their gazes fixed on the tiled walls, both lost in their own thoughts.

Sanji's cheeks burn with embarrassment as he recalls the desperate pleas that had escaped his lips, the way he had surrendered so completely to Zoro's touch. He had always prided himself on his strength and self-control, but in that moment of weakness, he had thrown it all away. Meanwhile, Zoro's mind races with the memory of his confession, the way he had bared his deepest desires to Sanji without reservation. He had never imagined himself in such a vulnerable position, never expected to reveal such a secret to his rival.

The tension between them is palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the boundaries they had crossed and the pride they had sacrificed in the heat of passion. Neither regrets their actions, but the realization that they had exposed their vulnerabilities to each other weighs heavily on their minds.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Sanji breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Zoro..."

Zoro refuses to look at Sanji, his cheeks still crimson. "What..."

"I have a problem..."

"So do I... but be my guest." answers Zoro, one hand covering his eyes.

"That was the best blowjob of my life... my best blowjob was given by a man..." Cries Sanji. Zoro wants to smirk but his pride is so destroyed at this point that he can't. Innocently, Sanji adds, "Do you really want me to f-"

"Please shut up and don't finish this sentence." Cuts Zoro, still crimson.

Sanji's cheeks flush even deeper as Zoro's reaction only adds to his embarrassment. He shifts uncomfortably in the tub, the water sloshing around him as he struggles to find the right words to salvage the situation.

"I mean... it's not like I'm complaining," Sanji continues, his voice tinged with awkwardness. "It's just... you know..."

Zoro lets out a frustrated sigh, his hand still covering his eyes as he tries to block out the conversation. "Can we please just forget about it?" he mutters, his tone tinged with exasperation.

"Forget about it? How can I forget about you, sucking me dry and then me, jerking you off while you confess me that you want me to fuck you!"

Sanji's outburst sends ripples through the water, splashing both him and Zoro as he flails in frustration. Zoro lifts his hand from his eyes, revealing a mix of annoyance and amusement in his expression as he watches Sanji's dramatic display.

"Alright, alright, simmer down, Cook," Zoro says, his voice a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "No need to turn this bath into a battlefield."

Sanji huffs indignantly, crossing his arms over his chest as he glares at Zoro. "Easy for you to say," he retorts, his voice still tinged with embarrassment. "You're the one who started it with your dirty fantasies."

Zoro rolls his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips despite his efforts to maintain his composure. "Hey, you're the one who begged me to take care of you," he counters, his tone teasing. "Don't act like you're innocent in all of this."

Sanji's cheeks flush at Zoro's words, his embarrassment reignited by the reminder of his own vulnerability. "Well, maybe if you didn't enjoy it so much," he shoots back, his voice petulant.

Zoro's smirk widens into a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in closer to Sanji. "Who said I didn't enjoy it?" he murmurs, his voice low and suggestive.

Sanji's breath catches in his throat at Zoro's teasing tone, his cheeks flushing even deeper as he struggles to find a retort. But before he can respond, Zoro's lips are on his, sealing their bickering with a kiss that speaks volumes of their shared affection and understanding. And as they sink into the warmth of the bathwater, their laughter fills the air, a reminder that even in their most vulnerable moments, they'll always have each other's backs.

As their lips part, a soft smile plays on Sanji's lips, his heart fluttering with a newfound warmth as he gazes into Zoro's eyes. "You know, despite everything," he begins, his voice soft and sincere, "I think I'm starting to like you, Mosshead."

"Oh really ?" Teases Zoro.

Sanji chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he leans in closer to Zoro. "Yeah," he replies with a smirk, "but don't let it go to your head, shitty swordsman. You're still an idiot.”

“Not as much as you Dartbrow.”

Their banter fills the air with a playful energy, easing the tension that had lingered between them moments before. With a shared laugh, they sink deeper into the warm embrace of the bath, their newfound bond stronger than ever before.

Chapter Text

Two weeks had passed since that steamy encounter between Zoro and Sanji in the bathhouse. As the Straw Hat Pirates sailed aboard the Sunny, life aboard the ship continued with its usual mix of adventures and mishaps. During those two weeks, the crew faced their fair share of challenges at sea. Storms brewed on the horizon, testing their seamanship and resolve. But with Jimbe at the helm, and Nami’s instinct, the crew weathered the storms with characteristic determination, emerging stronger and more united than ever before.

Life aboard the Sunny continued with its usual mix of chaos and camaraderie. Nami and Robin worked tirelessly to keep the ship on course, while Usopp and Franky tinkered away in the workshop, creating new gadgets and inventions to aid the crew. Chopper busied himself with tending to the ship's garden, which allows him to have medicinal preparations in advance. While Brook entertained everyone with his music and antics.

Amidst these events, the relationship between Zoro and Sanji continued to evolve. While their interactions in public remained largely unchanged, with their usual banter and occasional clashes, behind closed doors, a deeper connection was forming. Zoro and Sanji also found themselves stealing moments of intimacy in hidden corners of the ship. Under the cover of darkness, they would explore each other's bodies, indulging in passionate kisses, tender caresses, and heated embraces. Despite their growing desire for each other, they remained cautious, never venturing beyond the realm of foreplay.

As Zoro steps into the bustling kitchen of the Sunny, his gaze immediately falls upon Sanji. The sight of the cook rolling up his sleeves, exposing his toned forearms, sends a wave of heat coursing through Zoro's veins. It's a simple detail, but one that never fails to captivate him, igniting a fire of desire deep within his chest. With each precise movement, Sanji's muscles flex beneath his skin, the fabric of his shirt stretching taut over his frame. Zoro finds himself entranced by the effortless grace with which Sanji moves, his every action imbued with a quiet confidence and innate sensuality.

Unable to tear his eyes away, Zoro feels a warmth spread through him, melting away any semblance of resistance. In that moment, he's acutely aware of just how irresistibly attractive Sanji is, from the way his hair falls just so over his brow to the subtle curve of his lips as he focuses on his cooking. It's moments like these that remind Zoro why he's drawn to Sanji in the first place, why he finds himself falling deeper and deeper under the spell of the cook's undeniable charm.

Caught in the act of admiring Sanji's culinary prowess, Zoro's gaze lingers a moment too long before the cook catches him. With a knowing smirk, Sanji sets down his utensils and turns to face Zoro, his eyes alight with mischief.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Sanji quips, his tone teasing as he arches an eyebrow at Zoro. "Admiring the view, are we?"

Zoro's cheeks flush slightly at being caught, but he meets Sanji's playful gaze with a smirk of his own. "Can you blame me?" he retorts, his voice low and husky with desire. "You do make quite the spectacle in the kitchen."

Sanji chuckles softly at Zoro's response, a pleased smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Flattery will get you nowhere, swordsman," he says, though there's a hint of affection in his tone.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Sanji gestures to the pot simmering on the stove. "But enough about me," he says, changing the subject smoothly. "I've been working on a new sauce, and I need an honest opinion."

Zoro's interest is piqued, and he steps closer to Sanji, eager to taste the fruits of the cook's labor. "I'm all ears," he says, a note of anticipation in his voice.

Sanji ladles a spoonful of the sauce into a small dish and hands it to Zoro, watching intently as the swordsman takes a cautious taste. Zoro's expression is thoughtful as he savors the flavor, his brow furrowing in concentration.

After a moment of consideration, Zoro meets Sanji's gaze and nods approvingly. "It's good," he says, his voice sincere. "But I think it could use a bit more... kick."

Sanji nods in agreement, a determined glint in his eye as he sets to work adjusting the seasoning. With practiced hands, he adds a pinch of spice here, a splash of vinegar there, until he's satisfied with the result.

"Try it now," Sanji says, offering Zoro another taste of the sauce.

Zoro accepts the dish with a grateful nod, taking another spoonful and savoring the flavor. This time, his eyes light up with delight as he tastes the improved sauce, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips.

"That's perfect," he says, his voice full of appreciation. "You really have a knack for this, cook."

Sanji grins in response, pleased with Zoro's reaction. "Well, I aim to please," he says, his tone playful as he nudges Zoro playfully with his elbow.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, Zoro can't resist the temptation any longer. With a swift and decisive motion, he reaches out and gently grabs the back of Sanji's head, pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss. Sanji's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden intensity of the kiss, but he quickly melts into the embrace, his lips parting eagerly to meet Zoro's in a fervent dance of desire. Their tongues tangle together in a heated tango, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies.

The aroma of spices and simmering sauces fills the air, forgotten amidst the intoxicating allure of their embrace. Zoro's hands roam eagerly over Sanji's body, tracing the contours of his muscles with a hunger that can't be quenched. Sanji responds with equal fervor, his hands tangling in Zoro's hair as he pulls him closer, deepening the kiss with every passing moment. Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment, their passion burning brighter with each passing second.

"Oh! So it's not the crow's nest your fuck room but the kitchen!" Sounds Luffy’s cheerful voice as he enters the kitchen, not at all shocked to see his two wings devour each other.

Zoro and Sanji spring apart with a start as Luffy's voice pierces the air, their faces flushing with embarrassment as they realize they've been caught in the act. Their hearts race with a mix of panic and awkwardness as they scramble to compose themselves, their eyes darting nervously between each other and their captain.

"L-Luffy! What are you doing here?" Sanji stammers, his voice betraying his flustered state as he tries to regain his composure.

Luffy blinks innocently, oblivious to the tension in the air as he looks between Zoro and Sanji. "I came to see if dinner was ready," he replies, his tone cheerful as ever. "But it looks like you two were already having your own feast!"

Zoro's cheeks burn with embarrassment as he avoids Luffy's gaze, his mind racing for an excuse to explain their behavior. "Uh... it's not what it looks like, Luffy," he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sanji nods in agreement, his cheeks still tinged with a rosy hue as he tries to play it cool. "Yeah, we were just... um... taste testing the sauce," he improvises, gesturing awkwardly to the pot simmering on the stove.

But Luffy simply grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he looks between his two crewmates. "Sure, sure, whatever you say," he says, his tone teasing. "Just make sure you save some for me, okay?" he says, leaving the kitchen, amused.

Sanji sigh "I forgot he knows what sex and stuffs are..."

"At least he doesn't mind to see us like that." Answers Zoro.

Zoro's words bring a small measure of relief to Sanji, who lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he agrees, his voice still tinged with embarrassment. "But still, it's not exactly how I wanted him to find out."

Zoro starts to blush and scratches his head. "Luffy was aware about us before I asked you out you know..."

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise at Zoro's revelation, his embarrassment momentarily forgotten as he processes the swordsman's words. "Wait, really?" he asks, his tone incredulous. "How did he... I mean, when did he...?"

Zoro nods, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment as he recalls the memory. "I had a conversation with him... he's the one who told me to talk to you. That you couldn't be an obstacle to my dream if I'm in a relationship with you." he admits, his voice tinged with self-consciousness.

Sanji's surprise gives way to a mixture of emotions as he processes Zoro's revelation. "I had no idea," he murmurs, his voice filled with a sense of wonder. "I always thought Luffy was clueless about these things."

Zoro nods in agreement, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, he's not exactly the most perceptive when it comes to social cues," he admits, a hint of amusement in his tone. "But when it comes to matters of the heart, he seems to have a knack for cutting through the noise and getting straight to the point."

Sanji smiles at Zoro's observation, a warmth spreading through him at the thought of Luffy's unexpected wisdom. "Yeah, he does have a way of seeing things that others might miss," he agrees, his tone thoughtful. "I guess we owe him a thank you for bringing us together."

Zoro's smile widens at Sanji's words, a sense of gratitude washing over him as he meets the cook's gaze. "Yeah, we do," he says, his voice soft but sincere. "Thanks, Luffy."

With a shared smile, Sanji returns tohis cooking duties, as Zoro leaves for his afternoon training, the memory of Luffy's unexpected insight serving as a reminder of the bonds that unite them as a crew.

Zoro took it upon himself to help Sanji cope with his nightmares. Their late-night meditations soon turned into a ritual, with Zoro gently guiding Sanji through breathing exercises and visualization techniques to help ease his troubled mind. And as they sat together in the dim light of the crow’s nest, the barriers between them began to crumble, revealing the raw emotions and unspoken desires that lay beneath the surface.

“Zoro…”

“Mhh-hh?”

“You told me you had a breaking point and you couldn’t deal with it because you were only eight. What… what happened?”

Zoro's gaze softens as he looks at Sanji, his expression filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he knows will be a difficult conversation.

"Her name was Kuina." Zoro begins, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggles to put his feelings into words. "She was my childhood friend... and my rival. We made a promise to each other... that one of us would become the greatest swordsman in the world."

Sanji listens intently, his heart aching for the pain he can sense in Zoro's voice. He doesn’t move from his sitting position, in front of Zoro, without saying anything, simply letting him speak.

"She fell down the stairs in her house and... and she was gone. Just like that.” Zoro continues, his voice thick with emotion. "I couldn't understand why... why she had to die, why she had to leave me behind."

Zoro lowers his eyes as he lets himself be invaded by this painful memory.

"It... it broke me," Zoro admits, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't know how to go on, how to keep fighting. But then I remembered our promise, and I knew I had to keep going. I had to become the greatest swordsman for both of us.”

Sanji watch the white katana that is against the wall and turn his head back to Zoro, who answers immediatly:

"It was hers."

Sanji's heart aches at Zoro's confession, the weight of his pain palpable in the air between them. He can sense the deep sense of loss and guilt that Zoro carries with him, and it fills him with a profound sense of empathy.

"You never mentioned her to anyone?"

"Just to Luffy, once. After Alabasta I think."

"I suppose you and Luffy are closer than anyone else," Sanji muses, his voice gentle as he tries to understand. "He has a way of bringing out the truth in people, doesn't he?"

Zoro nods silently, his gaze distant as he reflects on his bond with the captain. "Yeah," he murmurs, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "He's an idiot, but... he's our idiot."

Sanji can't help but smile at Zoro's words, a sense of warmth flooding through him at the thought of their eccentric captain. At that moment, he realizes just how lucky they are to have each other, to have a captain who brings them together in times of need, and a crew who supports them no matter what.

"But I don't think it's the same as you Cook. I had one tragic accident. You’ve had hundreds of them, repeated every day. Even the strongest man can’t handle it. Because... when you’re a child, you’re not the strongest..."

Zoro's words hit Sanji like a punch to the gut, stirring up a storm of emotions that he had long buried deep within himself. He feels a lump form in his throat as memories of his painful past come flooding back, each one more vivid and agonizing than the last. Zoro gets a little closer to Sanji and puts a hand on his lap.

"How about, you start telling me what really happened? You pull all this out once and for all."

Sanji's heart skips a beat as Zoro's hand rests on his lap, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down his spine. He looks into Zoro's eyes, seeing nothing but genuine concern and compassion reflected at him. "I guess so..." Sanji begins, his voice trembling with emotion as he struggles to find the right words. Zoro nods encouragingly, his grip on Sanji's lap tightening ever so slightly in a silent gesture of support. "Okay,"

Sanji's voice trembles as he delves into the depths of his painful memories, recounting the years of abuse and torment he endured at the hands of his own family. He speaks of the cruelty of his father, Judge Vinsmoke, and the indifference of his brothers, each word heavy with the weight of years of suppressed pain. He describes the relentless training and conditioning he was subjected to, forced to become the perfect warrior, devoid of emotion and individuality. Furthermore, he speaks of the countless beatings and humiliations he endured, each one leaving scars that ran far deeper than the physical.

But amidst the darkness, there were fleeting moments of light. Sanji speaks of his mother, Sora, the only source of love and kindness in his life, and the sacrifices she made to protect him from his father's wrath.

"And then... she was gone," Sanji whispers, his voice choked with emotion as tears well in his eyes. "I never got to say goodbye... I never got to thank her for everything she did for me."

Zoro listens in silence, his hand a comforting presence on Sanji's lap as he bears witness to the depths of his pain. He can feel the weight of Sanji's words, each one a testament to the strength and resilience it took for him to survive.

Sanji's voice trembles as he recounts the darkest chapter of his childhood, a time when he was imprisoned by his own father in a cold, dark cell hidden away from the world. He describes the suffocating darkness, the stench of despair that clung to the air, and the heavy weight of the metal helmet that concealed his existence from the outside world. In that cell, Sanji was alone with his thoughts, left to suffer in silence as his father's twisted experiments robbed him of his identity and humanity. He speaks of the loneliness that consumed him, the agonizing hours spent in isolation, with only his own thoughts and fears for company.

And then, there were the visits from his brothers, each one a brutal reminder of his father's cruelty and his own helplessness. Sanji describes the sound of their footsteps echoing through the corridor, the sickening anticipation that churned in his stomach as they approached.

"They would come... and they would beat me," Sanji confesses, his voice barely above a whisper as he relives the horrors of those encounters. "They would beat me until I passed out, until the pain was all I knew."

Zoro's heart clenches at Sanji's words, his own eyes betraying the pain he feels for his friend. He can hardly fathom the depths of suffering the little Sanji kid endured, and it fills him with a profound sense of sadness and anger.

“How did you escape from there?" Zoro asks, his voice thick with concern as he reaches out to gently squeeze Sanji's hand.

Sanji takes a shaky breath, his eyes clouded with painful memories as he recalls the pivotal moment that changed his life forever. "It was my sister, Reiju," he explains, his voice tinged with gratitude and admiration. "She... she found me in that cell, and she helped me escape."

Sanji's voice quivers with emotion as he recounts the pivotal role his sister, Reiju, played in his escape from the hellish prison of his family's making. The gratitude and admiration in his tone are palpable as he speaks of her bravery and compassion.

"She... she risked everything to help me," Sanji continues, his voice filled with awe and reverence. "She defied our father's orders and freed me from that cell, showing me a kindness I never thought possible."

Zoro's eyes soften with understanding as he listens, a newfound respect blossoming within him for Sanji's sister and the sacrifices she made to set him free. He can sense the weight of gratitude and admiration in Sanji's voice, and it fills him with a profound sense of respect.

“Damn... back at Thriller bark... you could have taken it...”

Zoro's words hang heavy in the air, a somber reminder of the missed opportunity at Thriller Bark, when Bartholomew Kuma had offered to take Luffy's place and spare him from the pain of losing his crew. The memory of that moment still haunts them both, a painful reminder of the sacrifices they've endured and the bonds that hold them together.

"Yeah…”

"I’m sorry I thought otherwise...", answers Zoro with real guilt.

Sanji's eyes sparkle with mischief as he catches Zoro's gaze, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, look who's getting all sentimental," he teases, his tone laced with playful amusement. "Who would have thought the great swordsman Zoro had a soft side?"

Zoro's cheeks flush slightly at Sanji's teasing, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Watch it, Cook," he retorts, his voice tinged with amusement. "You're not exactly one to talk about soft sides."

Sanji chuckles, the air between them tinged with a subtle undercurrent of tension. "Oh, I don't know," he muses, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I think I've seen a few soft sides of yours already."

Zoro's breath catches in his throat at Sanji's suggestive remark, a flicker of desire igniting in his eyes. "Is that so?" he replies, his voice low and husky.

Sanji leans in closer, the space between them charged with electricity as their gazes lock in a silent battle of wills. "Guess you'll just have to find out," he murmurs, his lips brushing against Zoro's ear with tantalizing closeness.

Zoro's pulse quickens at the proximity, his body responding instinctively to Sanji's teasing. "Challenge accepted," he breathes, his voice husky with desire.

As Sanji's lips meet Zoro's in a heated kiss, a wave of desire washes over them both, igniting a fire that burns hotter with each passing moment. Their tongues dance together in a passionate tango, exploring each other with a hunger born of longing and desire. Unbeknownst to them, Robin's keen observation doesn't miss a beat. With a sly smile playing on her lips, she discreetly grows an eye in a hidden corner, silently observing the intimate moment unfolding between Zoro and Sanji.

Meanwhile, in the girls' quarters, Nami and Robin engage in a hushed conversation, their voices barely above a whisper as they discuss the ongoing situation between the two rivals turned lovers.

"So, it looks like you owe me some belly," Robin says with a knowing smirk, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Nami's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a mixture of disbelief and intrigue flickering across her features. "Wait, you mean they're actually together?" she asks, her voice tinged with astonishment.

Robin nods, her smile widening as she relishes in her victory. "Looks like it by the heated kiss they are doing now" she confirms, her tone smug and satisfied.

Nami lets out a soft chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. "Well, I'll be damned. And I want to see them!" she mutters, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Navigator-san, do you have a kink of voyeurism?"

"No but I’m just a woman who finds two men kissing sexy. And it’s even funier when we talk about Zoro and Sanji-kun!"

“Fair enough.” Smiles Robin.

As the two women continue their conversation, they exchange knowing glances, their minds buzzing with curiosity and speculation about the newfound romance between Zoro and Sanji. Despite their initial surprise, there's a sense of warmth and acceptance in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that has formed between the two unlikely lovers.

Meanwhile, in the crow’s nest, Zoro and Sanji finally break apart, their lips swollen and their breath coming in ragged gasps. They gaze into each other's eyes, a silent understanding passing between them as they bask in the afterglow of their passionate embrace. But at one point, with fear, Sanji spots Robin's eye on the wall.

"Zoro! Zoro! We've been caught," Screams Sanji.

Zoro chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leans in closer to Sanji. "Let them watch," he replies, his voice husky with desire. "I'm not done with you yet."

"What? No way! I won't let my wonderful Nami-san and Robin-chan be traumatized! You Neanderthal!" Sanji's panic sets in at the sight of Robin's eye, his fear quickly morphs into a whirlwind of frantic action. With a swift kick, he sends Zoro flying across the crow’s nest, his shout echoing through the air as he scrambles to shield the intimate moment from prying eyes.

Zoro grunts in surprise as he tumbles backward, his eyes widening as he tries to regain his footing. "Hey, what the hell, Cook?" he protests, his voice tinged with amusement despite the unexpected turn of events.

But Sanji is already on the move, his adrenaline pumping as he races to turns off the light.

"Sorry, Nami-swan! Robin-chwan! No peeping allowed!" Sanji calls out.

And as the eye disappears with a chuckle of Robin, Sanji turns back to Zoro with a triumphant grin, his chest swelling with pride at his swift and daring rescue.

"Now, where were we?" he teases, his voice dripping with mischief as he closes the distance between them once again, ready to pick up where they left off. "We never did something in the dark... any idea mosshead?"

Zoro's surprise melts into a smirk as Sanji's playful challenge hangs in the air. His eyes glint mischievously in the dim light, a silent invitation sparking between them.

"Dark, huh?" Zoro muses, his voice low and husky as he steps closer to Sanji. "I think I have a few ideas, Cook."

With a swift motion, Zoro closes the distance between them, his hands finding Sanji's waist as he pulls him into a passionate embrace. Their lips meet in a hungry kiss, igniting a fire that burns hotter in the darkness, their bodies moving together in a sensual dance of desire. And as they lose themselves in each other's touch, the darkness becomes their playground, a canvas for their shared passion and intimacy. In that moment, nothing else exists but the two of them.

“ISLAND!” Screams Luffy on the head of Sunny Lion, one hand above the eyes to accentuate his view.

Sanji hears the scream while he is in the kitchen and smiles, he is looking forward to being a little on dry land. Since he knows that Robin and Nami saw him kissing Zoro, he is covered with shame and can no longer look them in the eyes. Well, it is always perky and brings them cocktail and snack, eyes in the shape of heart. But as soon as he finds himself alone with one of them in a room, he almost faints. Having some space on a new island was going to do him good. He finishes the dishes and joins the others on the deck, who, curious, want to know more about this new island.

As Sanji joins the rest of the crew on deck, he can sense the excitement and anticipation radiating from his comrades. Nami and Robin exchange knowing glances, their eyes twinkling with amusement as they catch sight of Sanji's sheepish grin.

"Looks like someone's eager to set foot on solid ground again," Nami remarks with a playful smirk, her gaze lingering on Sanji for a moment before turning back to the horizon.

Sanji's cheeks flush slightly at Nami's teasing, but he quickly recovers, flashing her a charming smile as he scans the horizon for the approaching island. "Can you blame me Nami-san?" he replies, his voice light and teasing. "After spending so much time cooped up on this ship, a little shore leave sounds like heaven. But don’t worry, I’ll protect you like I always do!"

Robin chuckles at Sanji's response, her eyes dancing with amusement as she watches the crew's excitement build. "Indeed," she agrees, her tone tinged with curiosity. "I wonder what mysteries this island holds. It's always fascinating to explore new lands."

Usopp's eyes widen with excitement as he peers through his telescope, scanning the horizon for any signs of danger "I don’t see any monster, so we can go on this island without any problem!" he exclaims, his voice filled with both fear and excitement.

Chopper bounces up and down on his hooves, his backpack filled with medical supplies as he prepares for any potential emergencies. "I hope we meet some friendly animals!" he chirps, his eyes wide with excitement.

Franky flexes his mechanical arms, a grin spreading across his face as he imagines all the new gadgets he could build with the island's resources. "I'm gonna build us the coolest ship upgrades ever!" he declares, his voice booming with enthusiasm.

Brook strums his guitar, a song of adventure filling the air as he serenades the crew with his melodic tunes. "Ah, the thrill of a new island!" he exclaims, his voice filled with excitement. "Who knows what wonders await us?"

Jimbe stands tall at the helm, his eyes focused on the distant shoreline as he steers the Sunny towards their next destination. His expression is calm and composed, a sense of determination radiating from his every movement as he guides the ship through the waves.

"Another island awaits us, my friends," Jimbe declares, his voice steady and reassuring. "Let us approach it with caution and curiosity, for who knows what challenges and adventures lie ahead."

Zoro leans against the railing, his gaze fixed on the horizon with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. His swords rest at his side, ready for whatever dangers may come their way. "I can't wait to stretch my legs on solid ground again," he says, a hint of eagerness in his voice. "And maybe find a worthy opponent to test my skills against."

Luffy, perched atop the figurehead of the Sunny Lion, grins from ear to ear as he surveys the approaching island. His eyes sparkle with excitement, his mind already racing with thoughts of the adventures that await them. "I bet there's gonna be lots of treasure to find!" he exclaims, his voice filled with childlike enthusiasm. "I can't wait to explore every inch of this island!"

As the Straw Hat Pirates draw closer to the island, they begin to make out its distinct features: vibrant banners fluttering in the breeze, colorful tents lining the shores, and the sound of cheering crowds echoing across the water.

"What's going on here?" Usopp wonders aloud, squinting at the spectacle unfolding before them.

"It looks like some kind of festival," Nami observes, her eyes narrowing as she scans the scene. "But I've never seen anything like it before."

As the Sunny approaches the island, they're greeted by a group of cheerful locals, three beautiful ladies, who eagerly invite them to participate in the festivities.

"Welcome to Contest Island!" one of them exclaims, a wide grin stretching across their face. "We host contests of all kinds, every day, all year round! And there's big money to be won in every contest!"

Nami's eyes widen with excitement at the prospect of money. She approaches the ladies, her eyes in berries form, while Sanji has his heart-shape form.

"Ladies! If there is a beauty contest, you are the winner for sure!" Sings Sanji, all perky.

The three ladies blush at Sanji's compliment, their laughter tinkling like wind chimes in the warm breeze.

"Why, thank you!" one of them replies, her cheeks flushed with color. "But I'm afraid we're not the contestants. We're here to welcome you and invite you to join in the fun!"

Nami's eyes sparkle with interest as she listens to the offer, her mind already calculating the potential winnings. "Contests, you say? What kind of contests are we talking about?" she asks, her voice tinged with curiosity.

The second lady steps forward, her eyes shining with excitement. "Oh, we have all sorts of contests!" she exclaims. "From race to fighting, beauty and art, dance and singing, cooking and eating competition, and everything in between! There's something for everyone!"

"EATING!" Screams Luffy, already drooling.

"And did you say there's money to be won?" Nami asks eagerly, his heart-shaped eyes twinkling with greed.

The third lady nods, her smile widening. "Oh, yes! Big money! Each contest has its own prize pool, and the winners take home a hefty sum!"

Nami's eyes gleam with excitement at the prospect of riches. "Well, what are we waiting for?" she declares, her voice brimming with determination. "Luffy I'm sure you are hungry! And you Sanji-kun, how about you show this island how good you are as a chef!"

"Right away Nami-swan !!~" Sanji answers, dancing all around Nami.

Robin discreetly approaches Zoro as the crew gets swept up in the excitement of the upcoming contests. She casts a glance at Sanji, who's now charming the ladies with his usual flair, and then turns her attention back to Zoro.

"Doesn't it bother you?" she asks in a low voice, her tone measured and calm.

Zoro's eyes follow her gaze to Sanji, who's now spinning one of the ladies in a graceful dance, his laughter mingling with hers in the warm breeze. He furrows his brow for a moment, considering her question carefully, before shaking his head.

"Not really," he replies, his voice steady. "That's just how he is. Besides, it's not like he means anything by it."

Robin raises an eyebrow, studying Zoro's expression for a moment before nodding in understanding. "I see," she murmurs, a hint of curiosity in her tone. "You're quite perceptive, Zoro. I'm impressed."

Zoro shrugs nonchalantly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Just paying attention," he replies, his gaze drifting back to Sanji, who's now engaged in a lively conversation with the ladies.

Robin watches him for a moment longer, a thoughtful expression crossing her features, before turning her attention back to the bustling activities on Contest Island. As the crew prepares to compete in the various contests, she can't help but feel a sense of admiration for the unique bond that exists between Zoro and Sanji, even amidst the chaos of their adventures.

The eating contest commences amidst an air thick with anticipation, the aroma of a myriad of delectable dishes wafting through the venue, enticing both participants and spectators alike. Luffy's eyes gleam with excitement as he surveys the feast spread out before him, his stomach rumbling in eager anticipation.

At the center of the bustling hall stands the event's charismatic host, a seasoned caster with a booming voice that fills the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, pirates and food enthusiasts alike, welcome to the ultimate eating showdown!" he announces, his words resonating with infectious energy. "Tonight, we witness the clash of titans as contestants from near and far vie for the coveted title of champion!"

The crew watches from the sidelines, their faces a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation as they cheer on their captain. Nami leans forward, her eyes alight with excitement as she scans the competition, her voice rising above the din. "Come on, Luffy! You've got this!" she calls out, her words echoing with unwavering confidence.

Usopp nods in agreement, his eyes wide with awe as he takes in the scene before him. "Look at all that food! I've never seen anything like it!" he exclaims, his voice filled with wonder.

Round 1: Appetizers

The first round begins with a flourish, as servers glide gracefully through the crowd, delivering platters of mouthwatering appetizers to each contestant's table. The caster's voice booms over the speakers as he announces the start of the competition, his words infused with dramatic flair.

"And they're off! Our contestants waste no time diving into the feast before them, their appetites matched only by their determination to emerge victorious!"

Luffy grins eagerly as he grabs a plate piled high with crispy spring rolls and savory dumplings, his chopsticks a blur as he devours them with lightning speed. The crew erupts into cheers, their voices blending with the sounds of clinking utensils and satisfied groans as Luffy clears his plate in record time.

Round 2: Soups and Salads

Next up are the soups and salads, each bowl brimming with fresh ingredients and bold flavors. Luffy attacks them with gusto, slurping up noodles and savoring the tangy dressings with equal enthusiasm. His cheeks bulge as he chews, his eyes sparkling with determination as he powers through each bowl with unwavering focus. Robin watches with interest from the sidelines, her gaze keen as she observes Luffy's technique.

"His capacity for consumption is truly remarkable," she remarks, her voice tinged with admiration.

"It's as if he's tapping into a bottomless well of hunger."

Round 3: Main Courses

As the main courses are served, the competition heats up. Steaming platters of grilled meats, seafood, and hearty stews line the tables, tempting Luffy with their irresistible aromas. With a grin, he digs in, his chopsticks flying as he samples a bit of everything, his taste buds tingling with delight at the explosion of flavors.

Franky pumps his mechanical fist in the air, his voice booming with enthusiasm as he cheers on his captain. "That's it, Luffy! Show 'em what you're made of!" he shouts, his words punctuated by bursts of applause from the crowd.

Round 4: Desserts

Finally, it's time for dessert, and the crew watches in awe as Luffy's eyes light up at the sight of the sugary treats laid out before him. From towering cakes to creamy puddings and delicate pastries, there's no shortage of indulgence to be found. Luffy attacks them with the same fervor as he did the earlier rounds, his laughter mingling with the chorus of cheers and applause from his friends.

Round 5: Surprise Round

Just when everyone thinks Luffy couldn't possibly eat another bite, a surprise round is announced. The contestants are presented with a massive buffet of Luffy's favorite foods, from mountains of meat to endless bowls of rice and barrels of cola. With a grin, Luffy dives in, his determination unwavering as he tackles the challenge head-on.

As the final round comes to a close, Luffy stands triumphant amidst a sea of empty plates and satisfied sighs. His stomach bulges comically as he lets out a contented belch, a wide grin spreading across his face as he basks in the cheers and applause of his friends. With a satisfied sigh, he leans back in his chair, the undeniable champion of the eating contest.

The crowd erupts into wild applause, their cheers echoing through the hall as they hail Luffy's victory. The other contestants lie defeated, their faces pale and their stomachs distended from the sheer volume of food consumed. Luffy's eyes sparkle with pride as he accepts the winner's trophy, a gleaming gold cup that shines in the dim light.

"And here your price Straw hat!" Starts the caster before two beautiful ladies approaches him with two crates overflowing with berry. "One million berry!"

The crowd roars with excitement as the caster announces Luffy's prize, and Nami's eyes light up with dollar signs at the mention of one million berries. She rushes forward, her arms outstretched as she envelops Luffy in a tight hug, her laughter bubbling with delight.

"Oh, Luffy, you did it!" Nami exclaims, her voice filled with glee as she squeezes him tightly. "One million berries! Just think of all the things I’m going to buy with this!"

Luffy grins from ear to ear, his eyes shining with excitement at the thought of all the adventures they can have with their newfound wealth. "Yeah, we can buy a lot of meat!" he declares, his voice tinged with anticipation.

The crew gathers around, their faces beaming with pride as they congratulate their captain on his victory. Franky claps Luffy on the back, his voice booming with enthusiasm. "That's my captain! Always coming out on top!"

Usopp nods in agreement, his eyes wide with awe. "I knew you could do it, Luffy! You're the greatest!"

Chopper bounces up and down on his hooves, his eyes shining with admiration. "You're amazing, Luffy! I've never seen anyone eat like that before!"

Even Zoro can't help but crack a smile at Luffy's impressive display of gluttony. "Well done, captain," he remarks, his voice gruff but with a hint of pride. "You earned every berry of it."

As the crew celebrates their victory, Luffy's grin widens even further, happy with his belly full.

Thanks to Luffy’s winner price, as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets of Contest Island, Nami leads the crew to a luxury hotel.

The luxury hotel on Contest Island stands as a beacon of opulence and extravagance, its grand façade adorned with intricate carvings and shimmering glass windows that catch the last rays of sunlight as the day draws to a close. A red carpet stretches from the entrance, welcoming guests with an air of sophistication and grandeur.

As the crew steps inside, they are greeted by the sight of a lavish lobby, with marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. Plush velvet couches line the walls, inviting guests to sink into their comfort and unwind after a long day of festivities. Nami leads the crew to the reception desk, where they are promptly checked in by a team of impeccably dressed staff members. Each member is assigned their own luxurious room, complete with sumptuous furnishings, king-sized beds adorned with silky sheets, and panoramic views of the island's stunning landscapes.

“Thank you so much Nami!” Screams Usopp, hugging his friends.

“You should thank Luffy, he’s the one who ate all this food! Also you better win a contest too if you don’t want to pay your room yourself.” She answers with an innocent smile.

“Why there is always a catch with you…” Whispers Usopp, not really surprised by Nami’s talent for handling money.

The hotel boasts an array of prestigious amenities to cater to every whim and desire of its esteemed guests. Room service is available around the clock, offering a delectable selection of gourmet cuisine delivered straight to the door. For those seeking relaxation and rejuvenation, the spa offers a range of indulgent treatments, from soothing massages to invigorating facials.

In the heart of the hotel, a sophisticated bar serves up a tantalizing array of handcrafted cocktails and premium spirits, perfect for unwinding with friends or enjoying a romantic evening for two. Meanwhile, the restaurant offers a culinary journey of exquisite flavors, with expertly crafted dishes inspired by the island's rich gastronomic heritage.

Outside, a sprawling terrace provides a serene oasis for guests to bask in the island's natural beauty, with lush gardens, sparkling pools, and panoramic views of the azure ocean stretching out before them. In the evenings, the terrace transforms into a lively dance floor, with live music and entertainment captivating guests late into the night.

For those feeling lucky, the hotel even boasts its own exclusive casino, where guests can try their hand at a variety of games of chance, from blackjack to roulette. And for those seeking a taste of the island's vibrant nightlife, a chic dancing club offers the perfect venue to dance the night away in style. With its unparalleled luxury and unrivaled prestige, the hotel on Contest Island promises an unforgettable experience for every guest, where indulgence and sophistication converge to create memories that will last a lifetime.

While Zoro enters his room and sigh with pleasure when he sees the big bed, Luffy enters Zoro’s room too, jumping on his first mate, wrapping his arms and legs around him, super clingy as always. "Hey, Zoro, are you gonna take Sanji on a date like you said?"

Zoro's eyes widen in surprise, a flush creeping up his cheeks as he glances around to make sure no one else is listening. "Shh, Luffy! Keep it down," he hisses, his voice low and urgent. "And... well, I don't know..."

Luffy tilts his head, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Why not? Sanji really likes you, you know. It'll make him happy!"

Zoro rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, but... I've never really done a date before. I don't know what to do."

Luffy's expression softens, a look of understanding dawning on his face. "Oh, I see. Well, why don't you ask Robin? She knows a lot about that stuff!"

“W-what? No! I won’t ask Robin!”

Zoro's protests fall on deaf ears as Luffy grabs his hand and drags him down the hallway, his excitement palpable as he leads the way to Robin's room. Zoro's cheeks burn with embarrassment as they approach, his heart pounding with trepidation at the thought of seeking advice on dating from their resident archaeologist.

"Luffy, wait!" Zoro hisses, trying to slow down the relentless pace of his captain.

But Luffy just grins, his determination unwavering as he knocks on Robin's door. "Robin! We need your help!" he calls out, his voice cheerful and enthusiastic.

The door opens, revealing Robin standing on the other side, a curious expression on her face as she takes in the sight of Zoro and Luffy standing before her. "What seems to be the problem?" she asks, her tone calm and composed as always.

Luffy wastes no time in getting straight to the point. "Zoro needs advice on how to take Sanji on a date!" he declares, his words ringing out in the hallway with a surprising amount of volume.

Zoro's face turns a deeper shade of red at Luffy's blunt announcement, his embarrassment reaching new heights as he averts his gaze, unable to meet Robin's knowing eyes.

God sometimes he wants to chop up his captain.

Robin, however, simply smiles and gestures for them to come inside. "Well, you've come to the right place," she says, her tone reassuring. "Come in, let's discuss your plans."

Reluctantly, Zoro follows Luffy into Robin's room, his heart pounding in his chest as he braces himself for the inevitable lecture on the art of romance. Luffy immediatly jumps on Robin’s bed. She smiles widen as she senses Zoro's hesitation, her expression gentle and understanding, ignoring the kid as a captain playing on her bed. "So you want to do something special for him, don't you?"

Zoro nods, his cheeks still burning with embarrassment as he takes a seat beside Luffy on Robin's bed. "Yeah, I... I want to do something nice for Sanji," he admits, his voice quiet but sincere. "But I don't really know where to start."

Robin's smile widens at Zoro's admission, her eyes sparkling with warmth and encouragement. "Well, the good news is, there are endless possibilities when it comes to planning a date," she says, her tone gentle and reassuring. "The key is to think about what Sanji enjoys and tailor the experience to his tastes."

Zoro nods, taking in Robin's words with a sense of relief. "Right, that makes sense," he agrees, feeling a bit more at ease now that he has some direction.

Luffy, who's been bouncing on the bed next to them, suddenly perks up at the mention of Sanji. "Sanji really likes cooking and fancy food, right?" he interjects, his eyes wide with excitement. "Why don't you take him to a high-end restaurant or something?"

Zoro seems to think about it but there is no satisfaction on his face. "I get it's romantic but diner... the cook always makes dinner... The sun is already down so no walk at sunset and I'm not confortable with this. Maybe something... different... ?"

Zoro's expression softens as he absorbs Robin's suggestion, a sense of concern flickering in his eyes as he thinks about Sanji's recent struggles. "Yeah, you're right," he murmurs, his voice tinged with empathy. "The Cook has been dealing with a lot lately... Maybe something to help him relax would be good."

Luffy's eyes light up with excitement as he bounces on the bed, eager to contribute to the brainstorming session. "What about a massage?" he suggests, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "I heard it's really relaxing, and Cook-san would probably love it!"

Zoro considers Luffy's idea, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he weighs the possibility. "Yeah, a massage could work," he muses, nodding in agreement. "It's something different, and it would give him a chance to unwind."

Robin nods in approval, her smile growing even wider. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," she says, her tone filled with genuine enthusiasm. "And it shows that you're paying attention to Cook-san's needs and wants, which is always important in a relationship."

Luffy's grin widens even further at the collective agreement on the massage idea. "Yeah! That's perfect!" he exclaims, his excitement practically bubbling over. "Sanji's gonna love it!"

With boundless energy, Luffy springs off the bed and starts pacing around the room, his mind already racing with ideas. "We should make it extra special," he suggests, "Sanji likes cooking, and smoking of and women! He loves women! Well not as much as he loves Zoro now.”

Zoro can't help but chuckle at Luffy's suggestion, knowing full well that Sanji's affection for women is as strong as ever, despite his newfound relationship with Zoro. "You're not wrong there, Luffy," Zoro says with a grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Sanji does have a soft spot for the ladies."

Luffy nods enthusiastically, his mind already racing with ideas. "Exactly! So maybe we can incorporate that into the date somehow," he suggests, his excitement palpable. "Like, maybe we could have some beautiful women giving the massages!"

"Captain-san! You need to calm down!" Chuckles Robin as she is facing Luffy's bold suggestions.

"But Robin, think about it!" he exclaims, his eyes wide with excitement. "Sanji loves women, and what could be better than getting a massage from some beautiful ladies? Well hope he won’t die with blood lost…"

Zoro laughs at Luffy's boundless energy, his amusement evident in his expression as he watches the exchange between his captain and the archaeologist. "I have to admit, it's not the worst idea," he says with a grin, playing along with Luffy's enthusiasm.

Zoro's agreement only encourages Luffy, who bounces on the balls of his feet, his excitement reaching new heights. "See, Zoro gets it!" he declares, his voice filled with triumph. "It's gonna be amazing!"

Robin chuckles at Luffy's exuberance, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Alright, alright." she says with a smile, her tone gentle but firm.

“Thanks Robin. I guess I own you something for your silence…”

“Don’t worry, I’ve already won my bet about you and Cook-san with Navigator-san.”

“I see…”

Zoro raises an eyebrow at Robin's comment, a smirk playing on his lips as he glances between her and Luffy. "You had a bet about us?" he asks, his curiosity piqued.

Robin nods, her smile widening as she meets Zoro's gaze. "Yes, Nami and I had a little wager going on about when you two would finally get together," she admits, her tone teasing but affectionate.

Zoro's cheeks flush slightly at the revelation, but he can't help but chuckle at the thought of Nami and Robin placing bets on his love life. "Well, I guess you both win then," he says with a sheepish grin.

Luffy, who's been listening intently to their conversation, grins and pumps his fist in the air. "Yes! I knew it!" he exclaims, his excitement palpable. "I always said you two would make a great couple!"

Zoro rolls his eyes at Luffy's enthusiasm but can't help but smile at his captain's unwavering support. "Thanks, I guess…”

Zoro leaves the room with a determined stride, his mind set on his mission to arrange this special surprise for Sanji. With determination fueling his every step, Zoro strides out of his room and makes his way down the hallway, his mind fully focused on his mission to arrange a special surprise for Sanji.

As he reaches Sanji's room, Zoro knocks lightly on the door, his heart racing with anticipation. "Cook, it's me," he calls out, his voice filled with excitement.

Sanji opens the door, a look of curiosity crossing his features as he sees Zoro standing there. "Zoro? What's going on?" he asks, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Zoro grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he takes Sanji's hand and leads him down the hallway. "Come with me," he says, his tone teasing but filled with anticipation.

Sanji's confusion only grows as Zoro leads him down the hallway, his curiosity piqued but his mind racing with questions. He follows Zoro with a mixture of apprehension and excitement, his heart pounding in his chest as he wonders what surprise the swordsman has in store for him.

"Zoro, where are we going?" Sanji asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Zoro smiles innocently, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "It's a surprise, Cook. You'll see soon enough," he replies cryptically.

As they approach the entrance to the spa, Zoro suddenly turns to Sanji with a seemingly innocent question. "Hey, Cook, out of these women here, which one do you prefer?" he asks, gesturing casually to a group of women chatting nearby. Zoro's innocent question catches Sanji off guard, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he realizes what Zoro is implying. "Z-Zoro, what are you talking about?" he stammers, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

But Zoro just grins in response, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he nods towards a group of women standing nearby. "Just curious," he says, his tone casual but filled with anticipation. "Which one do you prefer?"

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise at Zoro's question, but he can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of choosing one of the women. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he scans the group before pointing to a woman with long, flowing hair and a warm smile.

"They are all gorgeous but this lady here is a living goddess" Sanji says with a sincere smile, his voice filled with eager anticipation.

Zoro nods in agreement, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he approaches the woman Sanji chose. "Excuse me," he says politely, catching her attention. "My friend here would like a massage. Would you be able to accommodate him?"

The woman smiles warmly and nods, her eyes twinkling with professionalism as she gestures for Sanji to follow her into the spa. "Of course," she says, her voice soft and soothing. "I'll take good care of him."

Sanji's eyes widen in disbelief as he gazes at the woman, his heart pounding in his chest as a wave of dizziness washes over him. His nosebleed erupts in a gush of crimson as his cheeks flush with a deep shade of red, his eyes widening into heart shapes as he falls under her spell.

"Oh, she's so beautiful," Sanji murmurs dreamily, his voice barely above a whisper as he swoons with infatuation.

Zoro watches with a mixture of amusement and disbelief as Sanji succumbs to the woman's charms, his jaw dropping in astonishment at the sight. "Lovecook, snap out of it!" he calls out, but it's too late.

With a dazed expression, Sanji follows the woman into the spa, his gaze never leaving her as she leads him inside with a gentle smile. "Come on, handsome. Let's get you feeling relaxed," she coos, her voice like honey as she guides him towards the massage room.

As the door closes behind them, Zoro shakes his head in bemusement, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Well, I guess that went better than expected," he mutters to himself.

Zoro leans against the bar, nursing a drink as he waits for Sanji to return from his massage. The atmosphere is warm and inviting, the soft glow of lanterns casting a gentle light over the cozy interior. After what feels like an eternity, the door to the spa finally opens, and Sanji emerges, his expression blissful and his movements slow and languid. His eyes are still shaped like hearts, his cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as he glides across the room with an ethereal grace.

Zoro's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he takes in Sanji's dreamy appearance, his curiosity piqued. "So Lovecook, what happened in there?" he asks, his voice filled with intrigue.

Sanji's lips curl into a contented smile as he approaches Zoro, his steps light and graceful. "Oh, Mosshead," he murmurs, his voice filled with a sense of serene bliss. "It was incredible. That woman has magic hands, I swear."

"Really? Tell me, what did she do?"

Sanji's smile widens as he eagerly recounts his experience to Zoro, his eyes shining with excitement. "Well, first, she started with a gentle massage oil, warming it up in her hands before applying it to my skin," he explains, his voice animated with enthusiasm. "Then she used long, sweeping strokes to knead out the tension in my muscles, starting from my shoulders and working her way down my back."

Zoro listens intently, his curiosity piqued as he hangs on every word of Sanji's description. "And then what?" he prompts, his interest evident in his tone.

Sanji's grin grows wider as he continues, his words tumbling out in a rush of excitement. "After that, she moved on to my arms and legs, using a combination of deep tissue massage and gentle stretching to release any knots or tightness," he says, his voice tinged with awe. "It was like she knew exactly where to apply pressure to make all my stress just melt away."

Zoro's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at Sanji's glowing review, a sense of admiration swelling within him. "Sounds like she's a pro," he remarks, impressed by the skill of the masseuse.

Sanji nods eagerly, his enthusiasm undiminished. "Oh, she definitely is," he agrees, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I've never felt so relaxed in my life. It was like I was floating on air."

Zoro smiles at Sanji's evident happiness, a warmth spreading through him at the sight of the cook's radiant expression. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says, his tone sincere. "You deserve to be pampered every once in a while."

"Why did you offer me that Zoro? You let me choose my favorite woman and you let her massage me! Why...?" Sanji asks, really lost about Zoro's gesture.

The swordsman gazes at his drink, a little bit embarrassed, "I'm not really good about date... so I thought of that."

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise at Zoro's admission, his heart skipping a beat as he realizes the true intent behind his friend's gesture. "Zoro..." he murmurs, his voice soft with emotion. "You did all this for me?"

Zoro nods, his expression earnest as he meets Sanji's gaze. "Yeah," he replies, his voice quiet but sincere. "I wanted to do something special for you, something that would help you relax and take your mind off things. And... well, I thought you might enjoy a massage."

Sanji's heart swells with gratitude as he takes in Zoro's words, a warm feeling spreading through him at the realization of his friend's thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Zoro," he says, his voice choked with emotion. "That was... really sweet of you."

Zoro shrugs, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "It was nothing," he insists, but there's a hint of pride in his voice as he meets Sanji's grateful gaze.

Sanji smiles, a genuine expression of warmth and affection as he reaches out to clasp Zoro's shoulder. "No, it meant a lot to me," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you, Zoro. I really appreciate it."

"Mhh. Do you want a drink?"

Sanji's smile widens at Zoro's offer, a sense of camaraderie and gratitude filling the air between them. "Sure, why not?" he replies, his voice light and cheerful as he nods in agreement.

Sanji chuckles mischievously, a playful glint dancing in his eyes as he leans closer to Zoro. "So, if the massage was your idea of a date, does that mean we're still on a date?" he teases, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

Zoro's cheeks flush slightly at Sanji's teasing, but he can't help but grin in return. "I guess you could say that," he admits, his voice tinged with amusement. "But it's your turn to plan the next activity."

Sanji's grin widens at the challenge, his mind already whirring with possibilities. "Oh, don't worry, Mosshead. I've got something in mind," he replies, his voice dripping with confidence.

Zoro raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Sanji's cryptic response. "Oh, yeah? And what might that be?" he asks, curiosity evident in his tone.

Zoro's cheeks flush at Sanji's suggestive remark, a shiver of anticipation running down his spine at the thought of a midnight swim with the cook. "Is that so?" he replies, his voice low and husky. "And what makes you think I'd be overdressed?"

Sanji chuckles, his gaze smoldering with playful mischief as he leans back slightly, his lips curling into a devilish smirk. "Oh, I don't know, Mosshead," he retorts, his voice dripping with seductive charm. "I just have a feeling that the moonlight would look much better dancing on your skin."

Zoro's breath catches in his throat at Sanji's boldness, his heart pounding in his chest as he meets the cook's intense gaze. "You're playing with fire, Cook," he murmurs, a flicker of desire igniting in his eyes.

Sanji's grin widens, his eyes twinkling with excitement as he leans in closer, the air between them charged with electric tension. "I’m a cook, I play everyday with fire."

Under the silvery glow of the moon, Zoro and Sanji wade into the tranquil waters, the cool embrace of the sea enveloping them in its embrace. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore provides a soothing backdrop to their midnight escapade. As they swim further from the shore, the world around them seems to fade away, leaving only the vast expanse of the ocean stretching out before them. The stars twinkle overhead, casting their shimmering light upon the water, painting the scene in an ethereal glow.

Sanji's voice breaks the serene silence as he begins to speak, his words soft and reverent as he shares his deepest dreams and desires with Zoro. "You know, Mosshead," he begins, his voice tinged with a sense of wonder, "ever since I was a kid, I've always dreamed of finding a place called All Blue."

Zoro listens intently, his gaze fixed on Sanji as he speaks, a sense of quiet reverence in his eyes. He knows how much this dream means to the cook, and he takes solace in the opportunity to share this moment with him.

"It's a legendary sea, where all the oceans of the world converge," Sanji continues, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and determination. "A place where the fish from the East Blue, the West Blue, the North Blue, and the South Blue all come together. And the flavors... oh, the flavors would be unlike anything anyone has ever tasted."

Zoro nods in understanding, his own dreams intertwined with Sanji's as they float together in the embrace of the ocean. "I know, Cook," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "And one day, you'll find it."

Sanji's eyes sparkle with hope as he looks up at Zoro, a smile spreading across his face. "Yeah," he agrees, his voice filled with quiet determination. "One day."

As they float in the tranquil waters, the rhythmic sound of the waves lulling them into a state of peaceful serenity, Sanji's thoughts drift to the fabled All Blue. He imagines the crystal-clear waters teeming with exotic marine life from every corner of the world, their vibrant colors and unique flavors creating a culinary paradise unlike any other.

"Thanks for the date Mosshead. It was really different from the date I'm used to but... I really liked it." Whispers Sanji, while he lets his body float on the surface of the water.

Zoro smiles softly at Sanji's words, a warmth spreading through him at the genuine appreciation in his friend's voice. "Anytime, Cook," he replies, his own voice gentle as he gazes out at the moonlit horizon. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

The two of them float in companionable silence for a while longer, the gentle sway of the waves rocking them back and forth in a soothing rhythm. The air is filled with a sense of peace and contentment, as if time itself has slowed to a standstill in this tranquil moment beneath the stars. Sanji lets out a contented sigh, his eyes drifting shut as he allows himself to simply be, lost in the serenity of the ocean and the comfort of Zoro's presence beside him. Despite the challenges and uncertainties that lie ahead, in this moment, all is right with the world.

Zoro watches over Sanji with a sense of quiet guardianship, his heart filled with a deep sense of gratitude for their friendship and the bond they share. As the night stretches on and the moonlight dances upon the water, he knows that no matter where their journey may take them, they will always find solace in moments like these.

As they make their way back to the hotel, Sanji and Zoro walk side by side, the soft rustle of the night breeze accompanying their footsteps. The moonlight casts a gentle glow over the cobblestone streets, illuminating their path as they navigate the winding alleyways.

As they reach the entrance to the hotel, Sanji turns to Zoro with a warm smile. "Thanks for tonight, Mosshead," he says, his voice soft with gratitude. "It was really something special."

Zoro returns the smile, a sense of warmth spreading through him at Sanji's words. "No problem, Cook," he replies, his tone equally appreciative. "I had a good time too."

They bid each other goodnight, and as they part ways to their respective rooms, Sanji pauses, turning back to face Zoro with a thoughtful expression.

"Hey, Mosshead," he begins, his voice tentative. "You, uh... you wanna sleep in my room tonight? The bed is huge, and... well, it's a nice way to end a date."

Zoro's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at Sanji's unexpected offer, but a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, sure, why not?" he replies, his voice casual but tinged with warmth. "Sounds good to me."

Together, they make their way to Sanji's room, the anticipation building between them as they step inside. The room is bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, casting a warm and inviting atmosphere over the space.

Sanji gestures towards the large bed with a grin. "Make yourself at home, Mosshead," he says, his voice light and playful. "I'll just go freshen up a bit."

"There is no way you go alone in that shower, Perverted cook!" Declares Zoro with a player tone, following Sanji in the bathroom.

Sanji rolls his eyes with a playful smirk as Zoro follows him into the bathroom, their banter echoing in the cozy space. "Who's the pervert here..." he sighs, unable to hide the amusement in his voice.

Zoro chuckles as he leans against the doorframe, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hey, you're the one who invited me to your room," he teases, his voice low and husky.

Sanji shoots him a mock glare as he turns on the shower, the sound of running water filling the air. "Just keep your hands to yourself, Mosshead," he warns, though there's a hint of laughter in his tone.

Zoro raises an eyebrow in mock innocence, his lips curling into a smirk. "No promises, Cook," he replies, his voice laced with playful defiance.

As the warm water cascades down in the shower, Sanji lets out a contented sigh, the tension of the day melting away with each soothing droplet. Zoro stands beside him, the steam swirling around them as they bask in the comforting warmth. Sanji can't help but steal a glance at Zoro, the playful banter from earlier still echoing in his mind. But to his surprise, Zoro stands there with a rare softness in his expression, his gaze warm and affectionate as he meets Sanji's eyes.

With a small smile, Sanji leans into Zoro's embrace, the steady rhythm of their hearts beating in unison as they share a moment of quiet intimacy. Zoro's arms wrap around him, pulling him close as they stand beneath the gentle cascade of water, their bodies pressed together in a tender embrace. For once, there are no words between them, only the soothing sound of the water and the comforting presence of each other. And as they hold each other close, Sanji can't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment wash over him, knowing that in this moment, they are exactly where they're meant to be.

As Sanji revels in the embrace, every sensation becomes magnified, each touch igniting a cascade of emotions within him. He can feel the warmth of Zoro's body against his own, a comforting and reassuring presence that fills him with a sense of security he's rarely known. The firmness of Zoro's muscles beneath his fingertips sends shivers of pleasure down Sanji's spine, the contrast between their bodies a tantalizing reminder of their differences and yet, their undeniable connection.

As he presses closer, Sanji can't help but marvel at the strength and solidity of Zoro's frame, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in sync with his own. It's as if they've become one, two halves of a whole, bound together by an invisible thread that defies logic and reason. And amidst the sensation of water cascading over their bodies, Sanji finds himself drowning in a sea of emotions, his heart overflowing with a deep and abiding affection for the man holding him so tenderly.

In this moment, with Zoro's arms wrapped around him and the world fading away, Sanji realizes with a sudden clarity that what he feels for Zoro is so much more than just a relationship. Even if Zoro is a man, even if Sanji has never been with a man before, him, the womanizer, everything seems clear in his head.

"Let's go to bed," Sanji murmurs, his voice soft but determined. With a gentle nod, Zoro releases him from their embrace, but the connection between them remains unbroken as they make their way to the bed.

They turn off the light and lie together , the warmth of their bodies mingling beneath the soft blankets, Sanji can't help but marvel at the depth of his feelings for Zoro. It's a sensation unlike anything he's ever experienced before, a mixture of love, desire, and a profound sense of connection that he can't quite put into words. With a gentle touch, he reaches out and pulls Zoro close, spooning him from behind as he presses a tender kiss to the back of his neck.

Zoro lets out a contented sigh, his body relaxing into Sanji's embrace as he revels in the sensation of their closeness. "You're being awfully sweet tonight, Lovecook," he murmurs, his voice laced with playful teasing.

Sanji chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against Zoro's skin as he continues to shower him with affectionate kisses. "It’s because of the date." he replies, his tone warm and sincere. "You know I can't resist to this."

Zoro laughs, the sound rich and melodious in the darkness of their shared space. "And here I thought I was the one supposed to be the tough guy," he quips, his words tinged with amusement. "But I guess I don't mind being the one getting spoiled for once."

With a gentle touch, Sanji's hands begin to explore Zoro's body, his fingers tracing the contours of the swordsman's muscles with a newfound sense of wonder and appreciation. He marvels at the strength and solidity of Zoro's frame, the ripple of muscle beneath his fingertips a testament to the swordsman's years of training and battle.

As his exploration continues, Sanji's fingers trail lower, skimming lightly over the expanse of Zoro's chest. His touch lingers over the prominent scar that runs across Zoro's torso. To his surprise, Zoro lets out a soft gasp at the sensation, his body shivering involuntarily beneath Sanji's touch. Sanji opens wide his eyes, surprised.

"Did I hurt you by touching your scar?" Sanji asks, his voice soft with concern.

Zoro's cheeks flush slightly as he meets Sanji's concerned gaze, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "No, it's not that," he replies, his voice tinged with embarrassment. Sanji's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at Zoro's response, his curiosity piqued. "Sensitive, huh?" he muses, a mischievous glint entering his eyes. "Well, well, well, looks like I've stumbled upon a hidden secret."

With a playful smirk, Sanji turns Zoro on his back to lie on him, his breath warm against Zoro's skin as he traces the outline of the scar with his lips. A shiver runs down the swordsman's spine, his breath catching in his throat as pleasure courses through his veins. With a playful flick of his tongue, Sanji traces a slow path along the length of Zoro's scar, his touch sending sparks of electricity dancing across Zoro's skin. He lets out a low groan, his hands fisting in the sheets as he struggles to contain the rising tide of arousal that threatens to consume him.

"Sensitive, aren't we, Mosshead?” Sanji murmurs as he peppers Zoro's skin with soft, teasing kisses. "Who would've thought that underneath all that tough muscles, you're just a big softie?”

Zoro's breath hitches at Sanji's playful words, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through him as he squirms beneath the cook's teasing touch. His cheeks flush with a deep crimson hue, and he’s happy to be in a dark room with no light for now. His heart pounding in his chest as he struggles to maintain his composure in the face of Sanji's relentless teasing.

Before he can say something, Sanji goes up to his face to capture his lips. The sensation is great, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through his body as he melts into the embrace. Sanji's lips are warm and insistent against his own, his tongue seeking entrance with a hunger that mirrors Zoro's own. With a soft groan, Zoro parts his lips, granting Sanji access as their tongues meet in a passionate tangle. The kiss deepens, becoming a desperate dance of need and longing as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

Zoro's hands roam over Sanji's back, his skin is so soft because of the oils used during his massage. He is tracing the contours of his muscles with joy. He puts one of his hands on the cook’s neck, grabbing his blond hair, pulling it slightly, feeling possessive. But Sanji responds in kind, his own hands reaching up to grab Zoro's, pinning them to the mattress with surprising strength.

With a playful smirk, Sanji breaks away from Zoro's lips, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his jawline and onto his neck. The sensation causes Zoro's breath to hitch, causing him to utter a low groan while Sanji's lips, tongue, and teeth leave a burning trail on the way.

Feeling the heat of Sanji's arousal pressing against him, Zoro can't help but let out a throaty moan of pleasure. His hips instinctively buck against Sanji's, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they grind against each other in a desperate bid for release. Sanji, emboldened by Zoro's response, becomes even more dominant, his movements becoming more urgent and possessive. He nibbles and bites at Zoro's neck, leaving marks of his passion behind as he continues to rub himself against the swordsman's growing arousal.

"You like that, Mosshead?" Sanji purrs, his voice deep with need. "Do you like it when I show you how much I desire you?”

Zoro's breath catches at Sanji's words, his heart thumping in his chest as need floods through his veins. "Yeah," he says, just above a whisper. "I like it, I really like it."

Sanji's lips curl into a satisfied smile at Zoro's response, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he continues to trail kisses down Zoro's chest, his movements slow and deliberate. He can feel Zoro’s skin getting covered in goosebumps and getting hotter and hotter.

"And you're so responsive, Mosshead," Sanji continues, his voice a sultry whisper against Zoro's skin. "So eager for my touch, my kiss, and... oh you are so hard…” he says, teasing as he bites zoro’s pectorals, his grip tightening on the swordsman’s wrists, still pinned to the mattress.

Zoro's breath hitches at Sanji's words, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at the cook's boldness. He can feel the heat pooling in his groin, his arousal throbbing with a desperate need for release.

Sanji smirks at Zoro's reaction, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he continues to tease and torment the swordsman with his words. "You're so eager for me, aren't you, Mosshead?" he purrs, his voice dripping with lust.

Zoro's breath comes in ragged gasps as Sanji's words send waves of desire coursing through him. He can feel his control slipping, his body trembling with anticipation as he struggles to contain the overwhelming urge to surrender to Sanji's dominance. With a wicked grin, Sanji leans down to capture Zoro's lips in another searing kiss, his movements becoming more urgent and possessive with each passing moment. His tongue explores Zoro's mouth with a hunger that matches the swordsman's own, their passion igniting like a wildfire as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

Sanji whispers against Zoro’s lips “Our date isn’t over after all, you offer me a massage. What my Zoro-kun would like right now?” With a playful smirk, Sanji pulls back slightly, his eyes smoldering with desire as he gazes down at Zoro with undisguised hunger. "You want to touch me, don't you, Mosshead?" he adds, gripping Zoro’s wrists more firmly.

Zoro's body thrums with desire as Sanji's words send shockwaves of need coursing through him. With a soft groan, Zoro nods in response to Sanji's question, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazes up at the cook with undisguised hunger. "Yes," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to touch you, Cook.”

“Poor you… look at you, pined on this bed!” Groan Sanji while he frankly bites Zoro’s skin at the level of his collarbone.

Zoro lets out a low growl of frustration as Sanji's teeth sink into his skin, a mixture of pleasure and irritation coursing through him. "Damn it, Cook," he mutters, his voice tinged with exasperation. "Stop teasing and let me touch you."

Sanji chuckles against Zoro's skin, the sound sending shivers of desire down the swordsman's spine. "Not so fast, Mosshead," he purrs, his grip on Zoro's wrists tightening even more. "You're not going anywhere until I say so."

Zoro's eyes narrow in mock annoyance, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Cook?" he quips, his voice laced with amusement. "You like having me at your mercy."

Sanji's lips curl into a wicked grin as he leans in closer, his breath warm against Zoro's ear. "Oh, I do," he murmurs, his voice dripping with lust. "But don't worry, Mosshead. I'll make it worth your while."

With that, Sanji releases Zoro's wrists, allowing the swordsman to roam freely over his body. Zoro wastes no time in taking advantage of the opportunity, his hands exploring every inch of Sanji's skin with a hunger that borders on desperation. He grabs Sanji by the neck, pulling him into a burning kiss, his other hand grabs the cook’s ass, throwing their sex even harder against each other, rubbing their hard lengths.

Suddenly, Sanji asks something with a slightly trembling voice, “Hey we are in the dark, do you really don’t see anything?”

“No, why?” asks Zoro without understanding.

Sanji hesitates for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he gathers his courage. "I... I want to try something," he murmurs, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

Zoro's brows furrow in confusion, but he nods in agreement nonetheless, his curiosity piqued by Sanji's mysterious request. "Alright, Cook," he says, his voice soft but reassuring.

With a deep breath, Sanji leans in closer, his lips brushing against Zoro's ear in a gentle caress. "Stay lying and don’t move please" his voice barely above a whisper.

Zoro complies, his heart racing with anticipation as he waits for Sanji's next move. He can feel the tension in the air. Sanji takes a moment to steel himself, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches out to touch Zoro's chest. With trembling fingers, he traces a slow path down Zoro's abdomen, his touch light and tentative as he explores every curve and contour of the swordsman's body.

Sanji's lips trail lower, moving with purpose as they trace a path down Zoro's abdomen. Zoro's eyes fly open in surprise, his breath catching in his throat as he feels Sanji's warm breath against his groin.

With a shaky breath, Sanji presses a soft kiss to the head of Zoro's cock, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls back slightly, his tongue darting out to trace a slow path along the length of Zoro's shaft. Zoro's eyes widen in shock as he feels Sanji's tongue against his sensitive skin, his mind reeling with the intensity of the sensation. He lets out a low groan of pleasure.

“Oh shit Cook! Are you really… oh god! I wasn’t expecting that…” he groans, fisting the sheet under him.

Sanji's movements are tentative at first, his inexperience evident in every hesitant touch and uncertain caress. But Zoro doesn't care, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the moment as Sanji's lips and tongue send waves of ecstasy coursing through his veins. With each passing moment, Sanji grows more confident, his movements becoming more fluid and assured as he explores every inch of Zoro's cock with eager enthusiasm. And as Zoro's moans grow louder and more desperate, Sanji's own arousal spikes, his own desire mirroring that of the swordsman beneath him.

"God, Sanji, that feels amazing," Zoro gasps, his voice thick with desire as he slips his hand into blond hair. "You are doing really good… take you time Cook."

Encouraged by Zoro's words, Sanji redoubles his efforts, his tongue swirling around the head of Zoro's cock as he finally tries to take him in his mouth.

“Oh… Fuck…” moans the swordsman as he throws his head back in pleasure.

Sanji's heart swells with pride at Zoro's words, his own desire spiking at the sound of the swordsman's moans. With newfound determination, he takes Zoro deeper into his mouth, his tongue working in tandem with his lips to bring him the maximum pleasure. Zoro's fingers thread through Sanji's hair, urging him on with gentle encouragement as he loses himself in the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment. He can feel the heat building in his groin, his arousal reaching a fever pitch as Sanji's mouth works its magic on him. As the pleasure mounts to an unbearable crescendo, Zoro knows he's on the brink of release. With a shaky breath, he grips Sanji's hair tighter, his voice thick with desire as he warns him of what's to come.

"Sanji... I'm close," he gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily as he struggles to hold back the impending climax.

Sanji understands what it implies so he takes the sex out of his mouth in a wet noise and rises up to Zoro, nesting in his neck.

"Sorry... I don’t think I want to taste, not yet..."

Zoro's chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath, his mind still reeling from the intense pleasure of Sanji's ministrations. He blinks, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room as he feels Sanji's warm breath against his neck.

“Are you kidding? Cook that was fucking ballzy! Damn your lips were… oh god I’m so hard…” Stutters Zoro.

“Well… I’m too…”

With a shared understanding, Zoro and Sanji intertwine their fingers, their hands moving in sync as they guide each other's arousal. The room fills with the sound of their ragged breaths and the slick, wet noise of their movements as they pleasure each other.

Zoro's voice is husky with desire as he murmurs, "God, Sanji, you feel so good... so fucking hard."

Sanji's response is equally breathless, his voice laced with need as he whispers, "Yes, Zoro... you're driving me crazy..."

Their movements become more urgent, the rhythm of their hands matching the pounding of their hearts as they chase release together. With each stroke, pleasure builds like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf them both in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

"Fuck, Sanji, I'm so close..." Zoro gasps, his hips bucking against Sanji's hand.

"Me too, Zoro... don't hold back," Sanji urges, his voice filled with desperation.

And then, with a shared gasp of pleasure, they reach the peak together, their bodies trembling as they ride the waves of ecstasy crashing over them. In that moment of pure bliss, there is only them, lost in the intensity of their passion as they find release in each other's arms. Sanji drops back against Zoro, breathing heavily in his neck.

“Oh shit, I will find an other idea for a date again tomorrow night…”

Sanji can’t help put chuckles. “You triggered my romantic side, of course I’m going to treat you like royalty.”

Zoro wraps his arms around Sanji, pulling him close in a tight embrace as they both catch their breath, their hearts still racing from the intensity of their shared climax.

“Well, you definitely know how to treat a guy like royalty,” Zoro murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to Sanji's forehead. “I wouldn't mind being spoiled by you every night.”

Sanji grins, a warm feeling spreading through his chest at Zoro's words. "I guess I can't argue with that," he says, nuzzling closer to Zoro's chest. "But next time, I promise to come up with something even better."

Zoro chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against Sanji's skin. "I'll hold you to that, Cook," he says, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "But for now, let's just enjoy this moment together."

Sanji nods in agreement, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he basks in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. He snuggles closer to Zoro, their bodies entwined in a comfortable embrace as they lie together in the darkness, the world outside fading away as they lose themselves in each other's presence. And as they drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, they both know that whatever the future may hold, they'll face it together, side by side, bound by a love that knows no bounds.

If only Sanji’s nightmares hadn’t come to destroy that moment of happiness durring the rest of the night…

Chapter Text

When Sanji opens his eyes, the embrace of his comfortable bed brings a smile to his lips. Refreshed and ready for the day ahead, he stretches before slipping into one of his signature outfits. Exiting his room, the stone corridors greet him, reminiscent of a gentle maiden carrying a tray.

"Planning a feast today, Sanji-sama?"

"Indeed, my dear. As a cook, every day is an opportunity to craft culinary delights for my esteemed comrades."

Entering the kitchen, Sanji sets to work preparing a lavish breakfast, anticipating the challenge of satisfying Luffy's insatiable appetite once more. As he deftly slices through meat, two arms suddenly envelop him, their presence heavy against the counter.

"Why are you still slaving away, then?"

A chill races down Sanji's spine at the sound of Niji's voice. Anger ignites within him as he recognizes his brother's intrusive presence. Without hesitation, he swiftly thrusts his kitchen knife into Niji's hand, causing him to recoil with a yelp of pain. Ignoring the blood staining his blade, Sanji whirls around to confront his brother.

"Get out of my kitchen, you psycho!"

"Gah, that stings! But nice reflexes, brother! The raid suit do its job well! So, how about that assassination mission yesterday? Must feel good to be a heartless pawn, huh?"

Sanji's eyes narrow with disdain at Niji's taunts. "Enough of your delusions. I'm a pirate, not some puppet of our father's twisted schemes. Now leave."

"Still in denial, huh? No surprise there, considering your track record."

With a frustrated growl, Sanji watches as Niji saunters out, leaving behind an unsettling aura of tension. As the echoes of his brother's departure fade, a heavy silence descends upon the kitchen, broken only by the rhythmic clatter of Sanji's knife against the cutting board. Suddenly, the door swings open, and Judge strides in, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the room. Sanji's muscles tense as he meets his father's steely gaze, a mixture of apprehension and defiance flickering in his eyes.

"Get out too! I'm not going to be your puppet. If you don't want to have a hole on your hand too, get out."

"Puppet? Oh, my dear son, still clinging to that facade of rebellion, I see," Judge retorts, his voice dripping with condescension. "But I don't blame you. At least you proved your worth by eliminating that queen yesterday. Soon enough, you won't feel a thing anymore, and you'll be perfect."

"I'm perfect without you! I'm not a Vinsmoke! I'm a pirate! Black Leg Sanji from the Straw Hats!"

Judge's lips curl into a disdainful smirk at Sanji's defiance. "The Straw Hats, you say? Which one? The one you betrayed and killed, or the one who now hunts you to end your treachery?"

Sanji's eyes narrow at his father's words, a surge of anger pulsing through him. "What are you talking about... you stupid piece of shit..."

Judge's smirk widens at Sanji's flustered response, his demeanor dripping with contempt. "Oh, my dear Sanji, you can try to deny it all you want, but the truth remains. You are a Vinsmoke, and blood always tells."

Before Sanji can retort, a voice echoes through the kitchen, cutting through the tension like a blade. "Sanji!"

Both Sanji and Judge turn to see Zoro standing at the doorway, his expression a mixture of anger and disappointment. His hand grips the hilt of his sword tightly, his gaze locked onto Sanji with an intensity that sends a shiver down the cook's spine.

"Zoro..." Sanji whispers, a pang of guilt tightening in his chest.

"You thought you could run from us, from me?" Zoro's voice is cold, his words laced with betrayal. "You thought you could betray us and get away with it?"

Sanji's throat feels dry as he meets Zoro's accusing gaze, the weight of his actions heavy upon him. "Zoro, I..."

But Zoro doesn't let him finish, his sword already drawn as he advances towards Sanji with purpose in his steps. "No more lies, Sanji. It ends here."

As Zoro advances, Sanji's heart races with fear and regret. With no other options left, he braces himself for the inevitable confrontation. Their swords clash with a resounding clang, the sound echoing through the kitchen like a somber dirge. Zoro's attacks are relentless, fueled by a mixture of anger and hurt, while Sanji's movements are defensive, his heart heavy with sorrow. Each strike feels like a dagger to Sanji's soul, a painful reminder of the betrayal that has torn them apart.

Despite his efforts to fend off Zoro's onslaught, Sanji finds himself losing ground, his resolve wavering with each passing moment. Desperation claws at his chest as he realizes the inevitability of their fate. In a moment of panic, Sanji reaches for the nearest weapon at hand, a kitchen knife gleaming in the dim light of the kitchen. With a swift motion, he drives the blade into Zoro's side, a gasp of pain escaping the swordsman's lips as he staggers back, clutching at the wound.

"Sanji... why?" Zoro's voice is hardly audible, his eyes filled with confusion and hurt as he struggles to comprehend the betrayal of the man he once loved.

Tears blur Sanji's vision as he watches Zoro's strength wane, his heart breaking with each ragged breath the swordsman takes. "I... I don't know, Zoro," he chokes out, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

But it's too late. As Zoro's life slips away before his eyes, Sanji is left alone in the darkness of the kitchen, haunted by the echoes of their shattered bond and the weight of his own betrayal.

Cook… Cook…

As Zoro's life ebbs away, Judge strides forward, his demeanor cold and calculating. He surveys the scene with a detached air, his eyes lingering on the fallen swordsman before fixing Sanji with a look of disdain.

"Well, well, well, it seems the Black Leg has finally shown his true colors," Judge sneers, his voice thick with contempt. "A disgrace to the Vinsmoke name, just as I suspected."

Sanji's chest heaves with grief and guilt, the weight of his actions pressing down upon him like a leaden burden. He meets Judge's gaze with a mixture of defiance and despair, his resolve crumbling in the face of his father's condemnation.

"You did this," Sanji seethes, his voice trembling with anger. "You turned me into this... into a monster."

Judge's smirk widens at Sanji's accusation, his eyes glittering with satisfaction. "I merely guided you towards your true destiny, Sanji. You were always meant to be a weapon, a tool to further the Vinsmoke legacy."

But Sanji shakes his head, his fists clenching in anguish. "No, I refuse to believe that. I may carry the Vinsmoke name, but I will never be like you."

Cook… ake … Shit cook… p…

"Don't you get it yet? You are going to be the perfect soldier."

"I won't!" Sanji screams, his voice echoing through the chamber as he watches his hands stained with Zoro's blood.

"You said it yourself, it's not about willpower. Your genetics are slowly eroding your humanity, and deep down, you know it. No matter how fiercely you fight, one day, you will wake up and feel nothing. Just like your brothers. You won't even feel a single ounce of remorse for the man you once called a lover."

Sanji! What's going on?!" Luffy demands, his voice filled with urgency as he rushes to his friend's side.

Shit cook … up, now!

Sanji's body trembles with anguish as he looks up at Luffy, his eyes clouded with tears. "Luffy... please... you have to kill me," he pleads, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't... I can't bear to live with what I've done..."

"Sanji this isn't you! You aren't a germa soldier, you-"

"Please Luffy... I killed Nami-san, I killed Robin-chan, I killed... I killed Zoro... please Captain, please... end it now..."

But before Luffy can respond, the scene begins to blur and fade, melting away like a nightmare at the break of dawn.

Wake up cook!

Slowly, Sanji becomes aware of his surroundings, the dim light of the hotel room filtering in through the curtains. He blinks, his heart still pounding in his chest as he realizes he's lying in bed, with Zoro beside him.

Panic grips Zoro as he sees the distress etched on Sanji's face, his lover's body tense and trembling. "Shit cook, wake up!" he urges, shaking him gently. "It's just a dream, you're safe. Wake up!"

But Sanji remains trapped in the grip of his own mind, his consciousness hovering between the nightmare and reality. With each passing moment, Zoro's panic mounts, his efforts to rouse Sanji becoming more frantic as he struggles to break through to him. Finally, with a gasp, Sanji's eyes snap open, the haze of the nightmare dissipating like morning mist. He stares up at Zoro, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, the echoes of the nightmare still ringing in his ears.

"Zoro..." Sanji’s voice trembles as he puts his hand where the kitchen knife was planted a few minutes before. "Zoro..." he repeats, not seeing blood on his lover’s body and trying to understand that he is alive.

Zoro's heart clenches with emotion as he pulls Sanji into a tight embrace, holding him close as they both try to steady their racing hearts. "I've got you, Cook," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "It was a nightmare, focus on my voice!"

As Zoro holds Sanji close, the reality of the situation begins to sink in. Sanji's breath comes in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the aftershocks of the nightmare.

"Zoro... I..." Sanji's voice catches in his throat, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He buries his face in Zoro's chest, his tears soaking the hot skin as he finally allows himself to let go.

Zoro holds him tighter, his own heart aching at the sight of Sanji's pain. "It's okay, Cook," he whispers, running a hand through his lover's hair in a soothing gesture. "You're safe now. It was just a nightmare."

But despite Zoro's reassurances, Sanji can't shake the feeling of dread that gnaws at him from within. The realization dawns on him like a bolt of lightning, sending a chill down his spine. This wasn't just a nightmare – there was something deeply wrong with him, something beyond the realm of mere dreams. As the weight of this realization settles over him, Sanji's tears only intensify, his sobs echoing through the room like a mournful lament. He feels as though he's unraveling at the seams, his mind consumed by a darkness he can't escape.

"Zoro... I think... I think there's something wrong with me," Sanji whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own despair. "It’s not just nightmares..."

Zoro's heart sinks at Sanji's words, a knot of worry tightening in his chest. He holds Sanji closer, his mind racing as he tries to make sense of what his lover is saying. "What do you mean, something in your head?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.

Sanji lifts his head slightly, his tear-streaked face etched with a mixture of fear and confusion. "I don't know... It's like... something is changing inside me. It's not just nightmares anymore. I can feel it, Zoro... Something is wrong."

Zoro's brows furrow in concern as he tries to process Sanji's words. Before he can respond, there's a knock on the door, followed by Luffy's muffled voice from the other side. "Sanji, are you in there? I have Chopper with me..."

Sanji's eyes widen in panic at the sound of Luffy's voice, his heart racing with fear at the thought of his captain seeing him in such a vulnerable state. Zoro nods in understanding, he grabs some of the cook’s clothes so he can dress up a bit, then he rushes the door, opening on a concern Luffy and Chopper.

“Zoro, you are here too? I sense Sanji not being ok and because Chopper was sleeping with me…” Says Luffy, worried.

Zoro nods in agreement with Luffy's suggestion, his expression grave as he steps aside to allow the captain and Chopper into the room. "Yeah, Chopper might be able to help," he says, his voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within him.

Luffy and Chopper enter the room, their eyes immediately drawn to Sanji, who sits on the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched and his face pale with distress. Chopper's eyes widen with concern as he rushes to Sanji's side, his medical instincts kicking into high gear.

"Sanji, what happened?" Chopper asks, his voice filled with worry as he examines the cook.

Sanji shakes his head, unable to find the words to describe the overwhelming sense of fear and despair that has gripped him. "I don't know, Chopper," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I can't shake this feeling that something's wrong."

Chopper furrows his brow, his mind racing as he tries to diagnose Sanji's condition. "Can you tell me what you're feeling? Any pain, dizziness, nausea?"

Sanji hesitates, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "It's not physical, Chopper," he finally admits, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "It's like... something is changing inside me. I can't explain it."

Chopper nods in understanding, his expression serious as he considers Sanji's symptoms. "We'll figure it out, Sanji," he says reassuringly, his voice filled with determination. "But first, we need to get you checked out."

As Sanji and Chopper step into the bathroom, the air heavy with concern, Chopper begins his examination. He asks Sanji a series of questions about his recent experiences, probing for any clues that might shed light on his mysterious symptoms.

"Sanji, have you noticed any changes in your nightmares since you tried on the Raid suit?" Chopper asks, his voice gentle but probing.

Sanji's brow furrows as he recalls the unsettling dreams that have plagued him since that fateful day. "Yeah, they've been... different," he admits, his voice tinged with unease. "More vivid, more... real."

Chopper nods thoughtfully, jotting down notes as he considers Sanji's response. "And have you noticed any physical changes, any unusual sensations or symptoms?" he asks, his eyes focused intently on Sanji's face.

Sanji hesitates, his mind racing as he tries to make sense of the jumble of sensations that have been coursing through his body. "Apart from those we already know, no" he admits, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "I mean, I've been feeling... different. Like something's... off."

While Chopper listens intently to Sanji's heartbeat with his stethoscope, he approaches the sensitive topic with a gentle but probing question. "Sanji, can you describe your nightmares for me? You don’t have to go into the details, just a little context and how you feel in your dreams."

Sanji's throat tightens with tension as he gathers the courage to speak about his haunting dreams. "It’s always the same, in connection with something that happened when I was a child and... I lose my mind in my dream. I’m trying to fight it. What I feel..."

Chopper senses the rising anxiety in Sanji's voice and offers a reassuring tap on his thigh with his little hoof. "Take your time, Sanji," he encourages softly.

"What I feel is ... fear, anguish, ... despair..." Sanji's voice trembles with the weight of his emotions, each word laden with the intensity of his nightmares.

Carefully removing his stethoscope, Chopper takes Sanji's tension in his small hands, his mind already working to decipher the significance of Sanji's recurring nightmares. "When you always have the same nightmare, it’s a flashback, especially if the emotions are so intense," he muses, his expression thoughtful. "I know you haven’t had an easy life, Sanji, and it’s normal for your body and brain to try to externalize." Chopper's tone becomes more somber as he continues, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "I know it’s scary and it’s painful, but the good thing is that it proves that you’re still feeling emotions." He pauses, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before adding, "I think part of your concern about what’s in your head is just in your head. The meditations you do with Zoro, your passion for cooking, your values, all this will soothe you with time, but..." His expression grows grave as he considers the implications of Sanji's condition. "It’s possible that the Raid Suit triggeres some kind of genetic reaction in your brain too…" Chopper speculates, his mind already racing with possibilities. "We’ll need to run some tests to be sure, but it’s clear that something significant is happening to you, Sanji."

Sanji's heart sinks at Chopper's words, the weight of the situation bearing down on him like a leaden weight.

“I’m going to lose my mind Chopper… right…?”

Chopper's heart aches at Sanji's distress, his resolve firm as he reaches out to place a comforting hand on the cook's shoulder. "We don't know that yet, Sanji," he says gently, his voice filled with empathy. "But we'll do everything we can to figure out what's happening and find a way to help you. You're not alone in this."

Sanji's gaze flickers with uncertainty, his mind swirling with fear and doubt. "What if... what if I can't control it, Chopper?" he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. "What if I become... something I'm not?"

Chopper's expression softens, his eyes brimming with compassion as he meets Sanji's gaze. “I’ll find the solution before! I’ll ask some help to Franky too, he studied a lot of Vegapunk’s work for two years. And we learned that Vegapunk worked with the Germas, maybe he has research on genetics!”

Chopper's words of determination and reassurance offer a glimmer of hope amidst Sanji's rising tide of fear. Though uncertainty still looms heavy in the air, the promise of finding a solution, of delving into Vegapunk's research, provides a beacon of light in the darkness.

Sanji draws a shaky breath, the weight of his worries momentarily lifted by Chopper's unwavering support. "Thank you, Chopper," he murmurs, gratitude lacing his words. "I... I trust you to find the answers."

Together, they leave the bathroom. Sanji can’t help but smile when he sees Luffy lies down on the bed, his head on Zoro’s lap. Sanji's heart warms at the sight of Luffy and Zoro together, a sense of comfort washing over him despite the turmoil within.

To gain Luffy and Zoro's attention, the little reindeer jumps onto the bed while Sanji settles more gently beside them. The atmosphere in the room shifts, the weight of their conversation lingering even as they move forward with their day.

"There is a possibility that the Raid Suit is made of genetic modifications in Sanji’s brain," Chopper explains, his voice steady despite the gravity of his words. "I will research with Franky to understand these changes and find a solution."

Luffy's brows furrow in concern, his gaze flickering between Chopper and Sanji. "Don't worry, Sanji! We'll figure this out together," he declares, determination shining in his eyes.

Zoro nods in agreement, his expression serious but resolute. Sanji's heart swells with gratitude at the unwavering support of his crewmates. Despite the fear and uncertainty that gnaws at him, he finds solace in the knowledge that he's not alone in this battle.

"Thank you, everyone," Sanji says, his voice filled with emotion.

"Sanji, for now, you need to rest," Luffy says gently, his voice carrying a note of concern. "Chopper, make sure he gets the rest he needs, okay?"

Chopper nods in agreement, already preparing a soothing infusion to help ease Sanji's troubled mind. With practiced hands, he administers the remedy, offering Sanji a reassuring smile as he does so. As Chopper finishes administering the infusion to Sanji, the cook's tense expression gradually softens, a sense of relief washing over him. With a grateful nod to Chopper, Sanji settles back against the pillows, the soothing effects of the remedy beginning to take hold.

"Thank you, Chopper," Sanji murmurs, his voice filled with appreciation as he offers the doctor a small smile.

Chopper returns the smile warmly, his eyes reflecting the genuine care he holds for his crewmate. "Anytime, Sanji. Just rest now, okay?"

With a final reassuring pat on Sanji's shoulder, Chopper turns to follow Luffy out of the room, leaving the cook in the capable hands of Zoro. As the door closes behind them, Zoro moves to Sanji's side with a sigh, he settles down beside Sanji, his gaze lingering on the cook's relaxed features.

As the room falls into a quiet lull, Sanji's troubled thoughts begin to resurface despite the calming effects of Chopper's infusion. His brow furrows with unease, and a hint of anxiety creeps into his features, overshadowing the brief moment of relief.

Sensing Sanji's inner turmoil, Zoro shifts closer, his concern palpable as he watches over the cook. He reaches out a hand to gently brush against Sanji's, offering silent support and understanding.

But as the minutes pass, Sanji's unease only seems to grow, until finally, he can no longer contain the fear gnawing at his heart. With a trembling voice, he turns to Zoro, his eyes pleading for reassurance.

"Zoro, please," Sanji implores, the desperation evident in his tone. "Remember... Promise me that if I ever... If I ever lose my mind, you'll do what needs to be done."

Zoro's heart clenches at Sanji's desperate plea, his own turmoil mirroring the cook's. He knows the depth of Sanji's fears, the haunting nightmares that threaten to consume him. And yet, the thought of fulfilling such a promise fills Zoro with a profound sense of dread.

"Cook..." Zoro begins, his voice thick with emotion as he meets the cook's gaze. "I... I can't make that promise."

Sanji's eyes widen with disbelief, a pang of fear piercing through his heart. "But Zoro," he protests, his voice trembling with desperation. "You have to! It's the only way..."

Zoro's hand tightens around Sanji's, his own turmoil reflected in his eyes. "I can't," he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because if I... If I were to do that, it’s like you are killing yourself and… I can’t, no after …"

The mention of his past loss hangs heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the scars that still linger in Zoro's heart. The memory of Kuina, of the promise he made to become the world's greatest swordsman in her honor, weighs heavily on his conscience. He doesn’t want to feel like that again. But as he looks into Sanji's eyes, filled with fear and vulnerability, Zoro knows that he can't bear to see the same fate befall his beloved cook. With a determined resolve, he squeezes Sanji's hand reassuringly.

"Stupid idiot cook, listen to me," Zoro says, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "I can’t fulfill this promise. But I can make another one, to do everything to save your life.”

Sanji's breath catches in his throat at Zoro's words, the weight of his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Despite the gravity of the situation, a small glimmer of hope blossoms within him at Zoro's unwavering commitment to save him.

"Thank you, Zoro. And..." Sanji hesitates, his voice trailing off uncertainly.

"Don't say it," Zoro interrupts gently but firmly.

"W-what?" Sanji stammers, caught off guard by Zoro's interruption.

"Say it when all of this is over," Zoro continues, his tone steady. "When you'll be sure to have all of your mind."

Sanji's eyes widen in understanding, a mix of gratitude and resignation flickering across his features. He nods silently, acknowledging Zoro's wisdom and the weight of his words. With a shared understanding hanging between them, Sanji and Zoro let the weight of their unspoken words settle into the quiet of the room. There's a sense of relief in knowing that some things are better left unsaid, at least for now. Their breathing falls into a steady rhythm, the rise and fall of their chests synchronized in the darkness of the room. And as the night stretches on, enveloping them in its comforting embrace, they drift deeper into slumber.

In the morning, Chopper heads to Franky’s room. He wastes no time in knocking firmly on the door, his determination driving him forward.

"Franky, wake up," Chopper calls out, his voice urgent yet composed. "We need to talk."

Moments later, the door swings open to reveal Franky, his expression groggy but alert as he regards Chopper with curiosity. "What's up, Chopper? Why are you up so early?" he asks, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Chopper wastes no time in getting to the point, his voice serious as he explains the events of the previous night concerning Sanji's nightmares and the possibility of genetic modifications caused by the Raid Suit.

"Sanji had another episode last night," Chopper begins, his voice low but firm. "His nightmares are getting worse, and I suspect there may be a connection to the Raid Suit. We need to research this further and find a solution."

Franky's eyes widen in concern as he listens to Chopper's account, his mind already racing with possibilities. "I'm on it, Chopper," he says, his voice determined. "

Chopper's suggestion sparks a glimmer of hope in Franky's eyes as he considers the possibilities. "You're right, Chopper. I've got a treasure trove of Vegapunk's research stored away," he replies, his voice tinged with excitement. "If there's any information on Germa technology in there, we'll find it."

With renewed determination, Franky gestures for Chopper to climb his shoulder. The Cyborg heads to the Sunny and down to his workshop. "Let's get started right away," he says, his enthusiasm palpable. "We'll leave no stone unturned until we uncover the truth behind Sanji's condition and find a way to help him."

"As for me, I'll check my book to do research about how trauma's work in the brain." Answers Chopper, his voice steady despite the weight of the task ahead.

As Franky and Chopper immerse themselves in their respective tasks, the atmosphere in their workshops hums with focused determination. Franky busies himself with sorting through stacks of research notes and schematics, his mechanical hands deftly flipping through pages as he searches for any mention of Germa technology or genetic modifications. Meanwhile, Chopper pores over his medical books, his brow furrowed in concentration as he delves into the intricacies of trauma and its effects on the brain. With each turn of the page, he absorbs the knowledge within, determined to find any insights that could shed light on Sanji's condition.

Hours pass in a blur as the two work tirelessly, their minds consumed by the task at hand. But despite the intensity of their efforts, progress comes slowly, each discovery met with more questions than answers. As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the deck of the Thousand Sunny, Chopper and Franky exchange weary glances. The weight of their task hangs heavy in the air, but their determination remains unwavering.

"We'll find a way to help Sanji, no matter what it takes," Franky declares, his voice filled with resolve.

Chopper nods in agreement, a spark of hope reigniting within him. "We won't give up until we find the answers," he says, his voice steady despite the exhaustion creeping into his bones.

With renewed determination, they press on into the night, their shared mission driving them forward as they continue their quest to unlock the secrets of Sanji's condition and pave the way for his recovery. And as they work side by side, their bond of friendship growing stronger with each passing moment, they know that together, they'll overcome any obstacle that stands in their way.

As Chopper and Franky delve deep into their research, back on Contest Island, a different scene unfolds. Sanji stands amidst a bustling crowd, surrounded by colorful stalls and the enticing aromas of various cuisines wafting through the air. The cooking contest is in full swing, with chefs from all over the world showcasing their culinary skills in hopes of claiming the coveted title.

With a determined gleam in his eye, Sanji rolls up his sleeves and gets to work, his nimble fingers moving with practiced precision as he prepares his signature dish. The rest of the crew stands at the sidelines, cheering him on with enthusiastic shouts and encouraging words.

"Go, Sanji! Show them what you're made of!" Nami calls out, her voice carrying over the lively chatter of the crowd.

“Of course Nami-swan!~” He answers, his eyes in heart shapes.

Luffy grins from ear to ear, his excitement palpable as he watches his friend in action. "Yeah, cook up a storm, Sanji!" he shouts, pumping his fist in the air.

With each chop of the knife and sizzle of the pan, Sanji's culinary masterpiece takes shape before him. His dish is a reflection of his expertise, a fusion of flavors that dance harmoniously together on the plate. He starts by searing succulent pieces of seafood, infusing them with the subtle heat of spices and the tang of citrus. Next, he delicately layers them atop a bed of fragrant jasmine rice, each grain glistening with a hint of savory sauce.

As the competition progresses, Sanji's confidence grows with each dish he presents to the judges. His first creation is a vibrant seafood paella, bursting with the flavors of the sea and the warmth of the East Blue sun. The judges' eyes widen in delight as they take their first bite, nodding approvingly at the balance of flavors and the skillful execution of the dish.

For his second offering, Sanji opts for a classic French coq au vin, the rich aroma of red wine and herbs filling the air as he simmers tender pieces of chicken to perfection. The judges' taste buds sing with delight as they savor each mouthful, the depth of flavor and the tender texture earning Sanji high praise from the panel.

As Sanji expertly tends to his simmering coq au vin, the air around him heavy with the intoxicating aroma of red wine and herbs, a sudden commotion erupts nearby. His attention snaps to the disturbance just in time to see a man lunging menacingly toward a woman cook, his intentions clear. Without a moment's hesitation, Sanji springs into action, darting across the kitchen with lightning speed to intercept the assailant. "Hey! Don’t you dare to attack a lady!" he shouts, his voice a sharp command as he steps between them, shielding the woman from harm.

But as the would-be attacker backs off, a chilling realization dawns on Sanji. The woman he just saved was merely a decoy, a distraction engineered to create chaos in the kitchen. And in the chaos that ensues, another cook seizes the opportunity to sabotage Sanji's dish, knocking it from the counter and onto the floor with a malicious grin. Sanji's heart sinks as he watches his painstakingly prepared coq au vin splatter onto the ground, the rich aroma dissipating into the air. Anger and frustration bubble up inside him, threatening to overwhelm his senses as he struggles to regain his composure.

"You think you can ruin my dish and get away with it?" Sanji growls, his voice low and dangerous as he glares at the taunting cook. "You've got another thing coming."

Some rats appear on the ground, attracted by the smell of the food, and start to eat it. This scene offers to the cook a new opportunity to destabilized Sanji.

"Look, you are feeding the rats!"

At the sound of this word, Sanji memory travels to his childhood. His three brothers beating him as they mock him.

Look, you are feeding the rats, you waste!

Sanji's breath catches in his throat as the echoes of his painful past reverberate in his mind. The taunting words of his brothers, the sting of their laughter, all come rushing back with a vengeance, threatening to consume him once more. His hands tremble with suppressed fury as he watches the rats devouring his ruined dish, their gnawing echoing the taunts of his tormentors. The familiar feelings of shame and inadequacy wash over him like a tidal wave, threatening to drag him under.

As Sanji stands there, paralyzed by the onslaught of memories and emotions, he feels a presence at his side. Turning slightly, he sees Zoro, silent but steadfast, approaching him with a determined expression.

Without a word, Zoro kneels down beside Sanji and reaches for a piece of the ruined dish on the floor. With deliberate movements, he lifts it to his mouth and takes a bite, savoring the flavors despite their imperfect presentation. Sanji's breath catches in his throat as he watches Zoro eat, a swell of emotions rising within him. In that simple gesture, Zoro honors Sanji's deeply held belief to never waste food, to find value and appreciation in every morsel.

Tears prick at the corners of Sanji's eyes as he realizes the depth of Zoro's understanding and support. In this moment, amidst the chaos and pain, Zoro's silent act of solidarity speaks volumes, melting away the walls around Sanji's heart.

With Zoro's silent encouragement bolstering his spirits, Sanji's resolve strengthens once more. Pushing aside the weight of his past, he returns to his station with renewed determination, his hands steady as he works to salvage what remains of his dish.

The judges watch with keen interest as Sanji resumes his cooking, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation. As he works, the commentators' voices fill the air, their excited chatter adding to the energy of the competition.

"And it seems like Sanji is back in the game, folks! After a slight setback, he's back at the stove, determined as ever!"

"That's right! Despite the sabotage attempt, Sanji's resilience is shining through. He's not letting anything stand in the way of his passion for cooking!"

Meanwhile, the rest of the Straw Hat crew stands at the sidelines, their eyes trained on Sanji with unwavering faith and support.

"You've got this, Sanji!" Usopp calls out, his voice filled with confidence.

With each encouraging shout and heartfelt cheer, Sanji feels a surge of strength and determination coursing through him. He channels that energy into his cooking, each dish a testament to his skill, passion, and unwavering resolve.

As the final moments of the competition tick away, the tension in the air is palpable. The judges deliberate carefully, their expressions serious as they sample each contestant's dishes one last time. And then, with a decisive nod, they announce the winner.

"The winner of the cooking contest is..." the head judge begins, pausing for dramatic effect as the crowd holds its breath in anticipation.

"Sanji!"

A deafening roar erupts from the spectators, their cheers echoing throughout the arena as Sanji's victory is announced. With a triumphant smile, Sanji steps forward to claim his prize, a million berries and the coveted trophy gleaming in the spotlight. The weight of his accomplishment settles over him like a warm embrace, filling him with a sense of pride and satisfaction. Despite the sabotage and the challenges he faced along the way, he emerged victorious, his skill and determination shining brightly for all to see.

As the jubilant cheers and applause fill the air, Nami can't contain her excitement. With a beaming smile, she rushes forward to where Sanji stands, the trophy gleaming in his hands and the prize money awaiting him.

"Sanji, you did it!" Nami exclaims, her voice filled with pride as she throws her arms around him in a tight hug.

The unexpected embrace catches Sanji off guard, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he feels Nami's warmth enveloping him. And in that moment of sheer joy, a sudden rush of blood surges to his nose, a telltale sign of the intense emotions coursing through him.

Before he can react, a trickle of blood begins to flow from his nose, staining the pristine white of his chef's uniform. "N-Nami-san..." he stammers, his cheeks flushing crimson as he tries to regain his composure.

But Nami pays no mind to the nosebleed, her excitement unabated as she continues to congratulate Sanji on his well-deserved victory and the berries he earned …

Meanwhile, Zoro, Luffy, Usopp, and Brook have teamed up to deal with the cooks who sabotaged Sanji. With comical determination, they launch into action, each unleashing their own unique brand of chaos upon the unsuspecting culprits.

Zoro swings his swords with precision, creating a whirlwind of blades that sends the cooks scrambling for cover. Luffy stretches his rubbery limbs to deliver powerful punches and kicks, while Usopp unleashes a barrage of cleverly crafted projectiles from his trusty slingshot.

Brook, with his skeletal agility, dances through the chaos, his sword flashing as he delivers swift strikes to anyone foolish enough to cross his path. Together, they make short work of the would-be saboteurs, ensuring that justice is served with a healthy dose of humor along the way.

As the dust settles and the chaos subsides, Sanji can't help but smile at the sight of his crewmates standing victorious by his side.

"It's good to see you smile, Cook-san." Expresses Robin as she approaches Sanji and Nami.

"Congratulation Sanji, your food looks fantastic as always." Continues Jimbe.

Another million of berries!" Sings Nami as her eyes turn into berries shape.

Sanji's smile widens as Robin and Jimbei join Nami by his side, their words of congratulations warming his heart.

"Thank you, Robin-chan, Jimbei," Sanji says gratefully, a sense of pride swelling within him at their praise. Nami's infectious enthusiasm fills the air as she gleefully sings about the newfound wealth they've acquired. Sanji can't help but chuckle at her antics.

As they walk through the bustling streets, Nami's excitement is contagious, and she can't resist the urge to treat the crew to something special to celebrate Sanji's victory.

"Let's all go out for a luxurious dinner tonight!" she suggests with a mischievous grin. "On me, of course, since Sanji just won us a million berries!"

The crew cheers in agreement, their spirits lifted even higher at the prospect of a lavish feast to mark the occasion. As they continue on their way, Sanji's mind drifts back to the earlier events of the day, particularly Zoro's unexpected gesture of solidarity.

In a secluded corner of the street, Sanji seizes the opportunity to express his gratitude in his own way. With a swift movement, he grabs Zoro and pins him against the wall, their bodies pressed together in a heated embrace. Zoro's eyes widen in surprise at the suddenness of the gesture, but before he can react, Sanji's lips crash down on his, their mouths melding together in a fiery kiss fueled by passion and desire. Caught off guard at first, Zoro quickly responds, his arms wrapping around Sanji as he deepens the kiss, their bodies pressed flush against each other in a rush of longing and need.

"Thank you for finishing the meal." Whispers Sanji on Zoro's lips.

A playful smirk tugs at the corners of Zoro's lips as he teasingly responds to Sanji's whispered gratitude.

"Oh, so that's what this is about? The sensitive little heart of the cook," he quips, his voice laced with amusement as he brushes a strand of hair from Sanji's face.

Sanji rolls his eyes, a playful glint dancing in their depths as he leans in closer to Zoro, their bodies still pressed intimately together.

"Maybe," he replies with a mischievous grin. "Or maybe I just wanted to remind you who the real chef around here is."

Zoro chuckles, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he nuzzles against Sanji's neck, his lips trailing a path of soft kisses along his jawline.

“Yeah right, Shit-Cook.”

Their banter is interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching, and they reluctantly pull apart, their cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

"We should probably get back to the others," Sanji says, his tone regretful as he reluctantly releases Zoro from his embrace.

Zoro nods in agreement, though a small smirk plays at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, wouldn't want to keep them waiting," he replies, his voice tinged with amusement.

With one last lingering glance, they straighten their clothes and rejoin the rest of the crew, their secret moment of intimacy tucked away in their hearts as they continue on their journey together.

As the sun sets over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets of the island, the crew gathers in a luxurious restaurant for a well-deserved celebration. The air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of exotic spices and delectable dishes, and the sound of laughter and chatter fills the air as the crew settles in at a long, elegant table.

Amidst the lively atmosphere, Franky and Chopper arrive, their expressions serious yet determined as they make their way to join their friends. They carry with them a stack of papers and notes, the fruits of their day of research and investigation.

"Hey everyone, sorry we're late," Franky says with a grin, his voice booming over the din of the restaurant. "But we've got some important news to share."

The crew's attention immediately turns to Franky and Chopper, curiosity shining in their eyes as they wait for the revelation.

"Alright, listen up," Franky begins, his voice serious as he unfolds a series of diagrams and technical schematics. "We've been digging into the technology behind the Raid Suits, and what we've found is pretty eye-opening."

Chopper nods in agreement, his expression grave as he adds, "It seems that the Raid Suits are equipped with advanced neural enhancement systems. These systems are designed to enhance the wearer's physical abilities by directly interfacing with their brain."

The crew gasps in astonishment, the implications of Chopper's words sinking in. Sanji's heart pounds in his chest as he listens, his mind racing with the realization of what this means for him.

"So basically," Franky continues, "when Sanji used the Raid Suit, it triggered a series of neural enhancements that permanently boosted his combat skills, such as the exoskeleton. But it seems that prolonged exposure to the Raid Suit may have had unintended side effects on his brain."

Chopper chimes in, his voice tinged with concern. "We believe that these enhancements may have caused some form of neural imbalance or instability in Sanji's brain, leading to his nightmares and emotional distress."

The crew listens in stunned silence, the weight of the revelation hanging heavy in the air. Sanji's hands tremble with a mixture of fear and anger as he grapples with the realization of what the Raid Suit has done to him.

As the gravity of the situation sinks in, Chopper furrows his brows, his mind racing with possibilities. "I've also been researching the effects of trauma on the brain," he adds, his voice determined. "It seems that prolonged exposure to stress and fear can lead to changes in neural pathways, causing disruptions in cognitive function and emotional regulation."

Sanji's heart sinks at Chopper's words, the weight of his own experiences echoing in his mind. But before he can dwell on the implications, Franky interjects with a glimmer of hope.

"But fear not, my friends!" Franky declares, his voice brimming with confidence. "I've come up with a solution that just might fix everything."

With a flourish, Franky produces a small, sleek microchip from his pocket, its surface shimmering with advanced technology.

"This microchip is designed to interface directly with Sanji's brain," Franky explains, his excitement palpable. "It will analyze the neural pathways affected by the Raid Suit's enhancements and gradually correct any imbalances or instabilities."

Sanji's eyes widen in astonishment, a surge of hope flooding through him at the prospect of a solution to his plight. "But how does it work?" he asks, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Franky grins, his mechanical eyes gleaming with pride. "It's simple, really. We just inject the microchip into your bloodstream, and it will travel to your brain, where it will integrate seamlessly and begin its work. And the best part? It's designed to gradually dissolve over time, leaving no trace behind."

The crew watches in awe as Franky outlines his plan, their spirits buoyed by the promise of a brighter future for their friend. With a renewed sense of determination, they vow to stand by Sanji's side as he embarks on this journey to reclaim his peace of mind and overcome the shadows of his past.

"As promising as this solution may be," Franky continues, his expression growing more serious, "there are some side effects that Sanji will likely experience during the process. The microchip will stimulate neural activity in specific areas of the brain, which may cause temporary headaches, dizziness, and fatigue."

Sanji's heart sinks at the prospect of enduring further discomfort, but he steels himself with determination, knowing that it's a small price to pay for the chance to regain control of his mind.

Chopper nods in agreement, his expression grave but resolute. "And it's important to remember that while the microchip may correct the physical imbalances in your brain, it won't solve everything," he explains, his voice gentle yet firm. "To truly overcome your nightmares, you'll need to continue working on your inner peace and emotional well-being."

Sanji absorbs Chopper's words, a sense of determination burning within him. Despite the challenges that lie ahead, he knows that with the support of his friends and the strength of his own resolve, he can face whatever comes his way.

With renewed purpose, the crew rallies around Sanji, ready to stand by his side as he embarks on this journey of healing and self-discovery.

Luffy's face breaks into a wide grin as he claps Sanji on the back with a hearty laugh. "Hey, Sanji! You've faced tougher challenges than this before, right? And we've always come out on top!"

Sanji can't help but smile at Luffy's infectious positivity, his heart swelling with gratitude for his captain's unwavering support. "Yeah, you're right, Luffy," he says, his voice steady despite the lingering fear in his heart. "I've never backed down from a challenge yet, and I'm not about to start now."

With a determined gleam in his eye, Luffy turns to Franky and Chopper. "Let's do it, guys!" he exclaims, his voice ringing with enthusiasm. "Sanji's gonna take that microchip and kick those nightmares to the curb!"

The rest of the crew cheers in agreement, their spirits lifted by Luffy's infectious energy. With their support and encouragement, Sanji feels a renewed sense of determination coursing through his veins.

"Alright, then," Franky says, his voice brimming with confidence. "Let's get this show on the road!"

As Chopper prepares to inject the microchip, Sanji's gaze shifts to Zoro, their eyes locking in a silent exchange filled with unspoken emotions. In that moment, Sanji's heart reaches out to Zoro, silently pleading for his unwavering support and understanding. Zoro meets Sanji's gaze with a reassuring nod, his expression a silent promise of solidarity and unwavering devotion. Though no words are spoken, the depth of their connection speaks volumes, a silent affirmation of the bond that binds them together.

With a deep breath, Sanji turns back to Chopper, his resolve steeled by the silent reassurance he finds in Zoro's eyes. As the needle pierces his skin and the microchip is injected into his system, he feels a surge of determination coursing through him. With each passing moment, as the effects of the microchip take hold, Sanji finds strength in the knowledge that he's not alone. With Zoro by his side, he knows that he can face whatever challenges lie ahead, and emerge stronger than ever before.

"Do I have the right to have a drink Chopper?" Asks Sanji with a smile.

Chopper chuckles softly at Sanji's request, his tone fond but firm. "Of course, Sanji! But remember, moderation is key."

With a grateful nod, Sanji rises from his seat, a sense of relief washing over him as he joins his crewmates at the bar. As he raises a glass in toast, a smile graces his lips, his heart lightened by the warmth of camaraderie and the promise of brighter days ahead.

The crew savors the exquisite cuisine and lavish surroundings of the restaurant, indulging in decadent dishes and fine wines as they celebrate Sanji's victory and the promising developments in his treatment. Laughter and chatter fill the air as they recount tales of their adventures, basking in the joy of each other's company.

As the night wears on, they bid farewell to the restaurant and make their way to the opulent hotel where they'll be staying. But the night is far from over as the crew gathers in the hotel's grand ballroom, where a lively party is already in full swing. The room pulses with energy as music fills the air and guests dance and mingle, their spirits buoyed by the promise of a night filled with revelry.

Sanji takes Nami's hand and leads her onto the dance floor, twirling her gracefully to the rhythm of the music. Luffy challenges Usopp to a friendly game of darts, while Zoro and Robin engage in a spirited conversation by the bar.

Chopper, ever the curious explorer, wanders around the ballroom, his eyes wide with wonder as he takes in the sights and sounds of the bustling party. He finds himself drawn to the dessert table, where he eagerly samples an array of decadent treats, his face lighting up with delight at each new discovery.

Meanwhile, Brook takes center stage on the dance floor, his smooth moves and infectious energy captivating the crowd as he regales them with lively tunes and soulful melodies. His voice fills the room with music, lifting the spirits of everyone around him and drawing them into the rhythm of the night.

Franky, always the life of the party, commandeers the karaoke machine, belting out classic hits with gusto as he entertains the crowd with his larger-than-life personality. His booming voice echoes through the ballroom, eliciting cheers and applause from his adoring fans.

As for Jimbei, the stoic fishman finds solace in the tranquil beauty of the hotel's garden, where he sits in quiet contemplation beneath the starlit sky. Surrounded by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft murmur of the night breeze, he reflects on the events of the day and finds peace in the serenity of the moment.

As the night wears on and the festivities continue, Sanji begins to feel the first effects of the microchip taking hold. A dull ache begins to throb at the base of his skull, gradually intensifying into a pounding headache that threatens to overshadow the joy of the evening. He tries to push through the discomfort, determined not to let it dampen his spirits, but with each passing moment, the pain only grows more insistent. Fatigue creeps in, weighing down his limbs and clouding his mind as exhaustion sets in.

Despite his best efforts to soldier on, Sanji's steps falter and his movements become sluggish, the relentless ache in his head making it difficult to focus on anything else. Sanji finally excuses himself from the festivities, his friends offering understanding nods and words of encouragement as he makes his way back to his hotel room. Alone in the quiet solitude of his room, Sanji sinks wearily onto the edge of the bed, his head throbbing with each heartbeat. He presses a hand to his forehead, willing the pain to subside, but it persists stubbornly, refusing to grant him respite.

Despite the discomfort, a small smile tugs at the corners of Sanji's lips as he reflects on the events of the day. Despite the challenges he's faced, he knows that he's surrounded by friends who care deeply for him, and that knowledge brings him a measure of comfort in his moment of need. With a weary sigh, Sanji resolves to rest and recharge, knowing that tomorrow is a new day filled with new possibilities. As he settles beneath the covers and closes his eyes, he takes solace in the knowledge that no matter what obstacles he may face, he'll always have his friends by his side.

In the dead of night, Sanji's fitful sleep is abruptly shattered by a wave of intense nausea that wrenches him from the depths of slumber. He groans in agony as a searing pain lances through his skull, sending shockwaves of torment coursing through his entire body. Clutching his head in his hands, Sanji curls into a tight ball on the bed, his body trembling uncontrollably with each wave of agony. The room spins around him, the walls closing in as a surge of dizziness washes over him, leaving him gasping for breath.

“Ohh… s-shit...”

The taste of bile rises in his throat, and before he can stop it, a violent bout of vomiting wracks his body, leaving him weak and trembling in its wake. His stomach heaves and churns with each convulsive retch, the agony tearing through him like a relentless tempest. Through the haze of pain and nausea, Sanji's mind races with a jumble of panicked thoughts. He knows that these are the side effects of the microchip, but in this moment, rational thought eludes him, consumed by the overwhelming onslaught of agony.

Despite the relentless onslaught of pain and nausea, Sanji clings to a flicker of hope amidst the chaos. With every fiber of his being, he holds fast to the promise he made to himself – the promise to retain his emotions and reason, no matter how fierce the storm raging within him. Summoning every last ounce of strength, Sanji forces himself to push through the haze of agony, his mind a battleground of conflicting emotions. He grits his teeth against the waves of torment crashing over him, refusing to let them wash away his resolve.

With trembling hands and a heart heavy with determination, Sanji sets to work cleaning up the mess, his movements slow and methodical despite the overwhelming exhaustion weighing down his limbs. Each motion is a testament to his inner strength, a silent declaration of his unwavering commitment to persevere in the face of adversity.

As he wipes away the remnants of his ordeal, a sense of calm begins to settle over him, a glimmer of inner peace amidst the turmoil. As Sanji cleans up, the sound of a gentle knock echoes through the room, pulling him from the depths of his struggle. His heart skips a beat as he turns towards the door, a rush of relief flooding through him as he feels Zoro's presence behind the door, thank to his haki. So, lying on his bed, freshly washed,his whole body shaking from the pain and the nausea.

"C-come...in..." he struggles to say.

With a gentle creak, the door swings open, revealing Zoro's concerned expression as he steps into the room. His eyes immediately lock onto Sanji's trembling form, and without a word, he strides across the room to his lover's side.

"Cook..." Zoro murmurs softly, his voice laced with worry as he kneels beside the bed, his strong hands reaching out to steady Sanji's shaking form. "Are you okay?"

Sanji manages a weak nod, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to speak. "Just... side effects..." he manages to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Zoro's brow furrows in concern as he takes in Sanji's pale, sweaty complexion and the sheen of pain in his eyes. Without hesitation, he reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from Sanji's forehead, his touch tender and reassuring.

"Let me help you," Zoro says quietly, his voice a soothing balm to Sanji's frayed nerves. "You don't have to go through this alone. What do you need right now?"

"W-water please..."

Zoro nods understandingly, his expression softening with empathy as he rises to his feet. He quickly moves to the bedside table, where a pitcher of water and a glass await, and pours a glass for Sanji with steady hands.

"Here," he says gently, offering the glass to Sanji. "Take it slow."

Sanji reaches out with trembling hands to accept the glass, his fingers fumbling slightly as he brings it to his lips. The cool water soothes his parched throat, offering a momentary respite from the relentless ache that grips his body.

"Thank you, Zoro," Sanji murmurs gratefully, his voice barely above a whisper as he sets the glass aside. "I... I appreciate it."

Zoro nods, concern etched into every line of his face. "You need to rest," he says firmly, his voice gentle yet insistent. "I'll prepare a bath for you. It might help ease some of the discomfort."

Sanji offers a weak nod of agreement, grateful for Zoro's caring gesture. As Zoro busies himself with filling the tub, Sanji slowly begins to peel himself away from the bed, his limbs heavy with exhaustion and pain. With Zoro's support, he manages to stand, his legs trembling beneath him as he makes his way to the bathroom. The room spins around him, and he grips onto Zoro's arm for support, leaning heavily against him as they navigate the short distance. As Zoro helps him into the warm bath, Sanji feels a wave of relief wash over him, the soothing heat easing the tension in his muscles and providing a welcome distraction from the relentless ache in his head. He sinks into the water with a soft sigh, closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax for the first time in what feels like an eternity.

Zoro remains by his side, a silent guardian in the flickering candlelight, his presence a source of comfort and strength amidst the chaos. And as Sanji's trembling gradually subsides and his breathing steadies, he finds solace in the knowledge that Zoro is with him.

"Don't you want to join ...?" Sanji asks, his voice still low.

Zoro hesitates for a moment, torn between his desire to comfort Sanji and the need to respect his privacy. But seeing the vulnerability in Sanji's eyes, he knows that his presence would bring a measure of reassurance in this moment of distress.

"Alright," Zoro says softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll join you."

With a deft movement, he begins to shed his clothes, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across his toned muscles. Sanji watches him silently, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as Zoro slips into the warm water behind him, wrapping his arms around sanji.

The tension in the room eases as they soak in the comforting embrace of the bath, the gentle lapping of the water serving as a soothing backdrop to their shared silence. Zoro reaches out to gently brush a strand of wet hair from Sanji's forehead, his tender and reassuring touch, before giggling softly.

"What?" Asks Sanji, his eyes close.

"Your eyebrows are both curly. I'm starting to be as dizzy as you."

"Fuck you! Stupid swordsman!"

Sanji's retort is met with a hearty laugh from Zoro, the sound echoing softly in the quiet of the bathroom. Despite the lingering discomfort and pain, Sanji feels a warmth spreading through him, fueled by the familiar banter that exists between them.

"Hey, I'm just trying to lighten the mood," Zoro says, his tone teasing but affectionate. "Besides, what's life without a little humor, right?"

Sanji can't help but chuckle in response, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly at Zoro's playful demeanor. He leans back against Zoro's chest, allowing himself to relax into the embrace. Zoro squeezes him gently, a silent reassurance that speaks volumes more than words ever could.

"Where it hurts the most, Cook... ?"

Sanji's laughter falters slightly at Zoro's question, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he considers how to respond. Despite his usual bravado, he can't deny the tenderness in Zoro's voice, the genuine concern shining through even in moments of playful banter.

"It's... it's mostly in my head," Sanji admits quietly, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "The headaches, the dizziness... it feels like my brain is throbbing with pain."

Zoro's arms tighten around him in a comforting embrace, his silent support a soothing balm to Sanji's frayed nerves. "I'm sorry, Sanji," he murmurs softly. "I wish I could take the pain away."

"Don't you dare. Shitty mosshead, you know very well I can take it!"

"Oh... I didn't mean ... shit, sorry..." Zoro feels guilty that his words indirectly referred to the Thriller bark event. He curses himself inwardly for his thoughtless words, knowing all too well the weight they carry for Sanji. “Do you need me to find Chopper for some medicine?”

Sanji offers a reassuring smile, his gaze meeting Zoro's with warmth and understanding. "It's okay, Zoro. No harm done," he says softly, his voice gentle and reassuring. "And thanks, but I think I just need some rest for now. The pain will pass eventually."

Zoro nods, a sense of relief washing over him at Sanji's understanding. "Alright," he says, his voice tinged with gratitude. "But if you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to let me know, okay?"

Sanji nods in response, his smile widening slightly. "I will," he promises.

With a final squeeze of reassurance, Zoro releases Sanji from his embrace and begins to rise from the bath. Sanji watches him go, a sense of warmth flooding his chest at the sight of Zoro's unwavering support. As Zoro disappears from view, Sanji leans back against the edge of the tub, closing his eyes and allowing himself to sink into the warm embrace of the water.

As the night wears on, Sanji's troubled slumber continues, punctuated by occasional fits of restlessness and discomfort. The pain in his head persists, a relentless throb that refuses to relent, even in the depths of sleep.

Through the haze of his troubled dreams, Sanji feels a gentle hand on his forehead, soothing and cool against his heated skin. He stirs, his eyelids fluttering open to find Zoro kneeling beside him, concern etched into every line of his face.

"Zoro..." Sanji murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Zoro offers him a reassuring smile, his eyes warm with understanding. "Hey, Lovecook," he says softly. "I'm here. How are you feeling?"

Sanji manages a weak smile in response, his heart swelling with gratitude for Zoro's unwavering presence. "Better, now that you're here," he admits quietly.

Zoro's smile widens at Sanji's words, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well, you know me, always coming to rescue damsels in distress," he quips, his tone teasing.

Sanji rolls his eyes, a faint chuckle escaping his lips despite the lingering discomfort. "Damsel in distress, my ass," he retorts, his voice laced with amusement. "I'm more like a knight in shining armor."

Zoro raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "More like a knight in a frilly apron," he counters, unable to resist the opportunity for a playful jab.

Sanji scoffs indignantly, but there's a hint of laughter in his voice. "At least I look good in it," he retorts, his lips quirking into a playful grin.

Zoro chuckles softly, the banter between them easing the tension of the moment. "I'll give you that," he concedes, his tone light and teasing. "But I still prefer you in your regular attire."

Sanji rolls his eyes playfully. "As if you have any say in the matter," he retorts, his grin widening. "I'll wear whatever I want, thank you very much."

Zoro chuckles, a warmth spreading through him at the familiar exchange. "Of course, Lovecook," he says with a playful wink. "Just make sure it's fireproof. You tend to get a bit carried away in the kitchen."

Sanji lets out a mock gasp of offense. "How dare you suggest that I'm anything less than a culinary genius?" he protests, his voice dripping with exaggerated indignation.

Zoro laughs, the sound echoing softly in the quiet of the room. "Alright, alright," he says, his tone fond. "You're a culinary genius with a tendency to set things on fire. Happy now?"

Sanji grins triumphantly. "Ecstatic," he replies, his eyes dancing with mirth. "Now, if you're quite finished insulting my cooking skills, I think I'll try to get some sleep."

Zoro nods in agreement, a smile playing at his lips. "Sounds like a plan," he says, his voice softening with affection. "Try to rest, Cook. This micro-shit-"

"Microchip." Sanji corrects with a smile.

"Yeah this thing... you will overcome this."

"Of course Mosshead, this is nothing."

Zoro's smile softens at Sanji's confidence, his gaze lingering on his lover with a mixture of admiration and affection. "That's the spirit," he says, his voice gentle. And with those words lingering in the air between them, Sanji closes his eyes, allowing himself to drift into a restful sleep, knowing that he is safe and loved in the arms of the man he holds dear.

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The next day, Sanji's eyes flutter open to the soft light filtering through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. He stirs, his body still heavy with fatigue, but the throbbing ache in his head has dulled slightly, offering a welcome respite from the relentless torment of the previous night.

As he takes in his surroundings, Sanji notices Luffy sitting beside him, looking out the window, the sea in the distance. He sits in a lotus position, as he likes to do, and his hat swings in his back, held by the cord around his neck. Sanji must recognize this, although Luffy is a bundle of energy, he exudes serenity and a sense of security when we are near him. The cook is happy to see her when she wakes up, watching over him. Luffy notices that Sanji is awake and turns around, his expression a mixture of concern and relief.

"Hey, Sanji! How are you feeling?"

Sanji offers a weak smile in response, his throat dry and scratchy from sleep. "Better, I think," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "Still a bit... out of it."

Luffy nods understandingly, his gaze filled with empathy. "Zoro said you might need some space," he explains softly. "He didn’t want to wake you up so he went for a walk. He said he was going to come back soon. Well... he probably got lost…"

“Oh that’s for sure.”

Sanji's heart twinges with a mixture of guilt and gratitude at Zoro's thoughtfulness. The memory of the swordsman’s attitude during the night returns to him. Once again at no time did he judge Sanji or it is mocked of him. Instead, he poured a bath and slept beside him. The cook blushed at this, feeling embarrassed that he had to be looked after like a child.

"Thanks, Luffy," Sanji says sincerely, his voice tinged with emotion.

Luffy grins, his smile infectious as always. "No problem, Sanji!" he chirps. "Just let me know if you need anything, okay?

"Water, I'm thirsty as hell..."

Luffy jumps up from his seat with a cheerful "Got it!" and bounds out of the room, returning moments later with a tall glass of water. He hands it to Sanji with a bright smile, his eyes shining with genuine concern.

"Here you go, Sanji!" Luffy says eagerly. "Drink up!"

Sanji accepts the glass with a grateful nod, taking slow sips of the cool water to soothe his parched throat. The refreshing liquid washes away the remnants of sleep and leaves him feeling slightly more alert.

"Thanks, Luffy," Sanji says, offering a small smile. "You're a lifesaver."

Luffy beams at the praise, his chest puffing up with pride. "Anytime!" he replies enthusiastically. "I'm just glad I could help."

Sanji takes another sip of water, a sudden wave of nausea washes over him, his stomach churning uneasily. He grimaces, his face contorting with discomfort as he realizes what's about to happen. He tries to speak but his words cut short as he lurches forward, a hand clamped over his mouth to stifle the impending vomit. Luffy's eyes widen in alarm as he springs into action, scanning the room frantically for something to contain the mess. Spotting a nearby waste bin, he grabs it with lightning speed and thrusts it into Sanji's trembling hands.

"Here, Sanji! Use this!" Luffy says urgently, his voice tinged with concern.

Sanji nods gratefully, his face pale with nausea as he bends over the bin and lets out a deep, guttural retch. The contents of his stomach spill out in a rush, splashing into the bin with a sickening sound. Luffy winces in sympathy as he watches Sanji struggle, his heart pounding with worry. He reaches out to gently rub Sanji's back in a soothing gesture, offering silent comfort and support as his friend empties his stomach. Eventually, the retching subsides, leaving Sanji panting and exhausted, but with a slight sense of relief. He slumps back against the bed, his forehead damp with sweat as he tries to catch his breath.

"Thanks, Luffy," Sanji says weakly, his voice hoarse from the effort. "I... I think I'm okay now."

Luffy nods understandingly, his expression filled with sympathy. "Just take it easy for now. You'll get through this." he says reassuringly.

Sanji nods in agreement, his stomach still roiling with nausea but grateful for the temporary relief. He knows he needs to eat something to regain his strength, but the thought of solid food makes his stomach churn anew.

"I think... I think I need to eat something but something light," Sanji says slowly, his voice still weak. "Maybe just some soup or broth."

Luffy's eyes light up with understanding as he considers Sanji's request. "Good idea, Sanji!" he exclaims, his tone eager. "I'll go find some soup for you. And maybe some fresh sheets too? You’ve been sweating a lot, the bed is wet…"

Sanji manages a weak smile of gratitude, touched by Luffy's thoughtfulness. "Yeah I could used fresh sheets."

Luffy gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before bounding out of the room, his energy infectious even in moments of distress. Sanji watches him go with a sense of relief, knowing that he's in good hands with his captain by his side. As Sanji waits for Luffy to return with the soup and fresh sheets, he takes a moment to steady his breathing, willing the lingering waves of nausea to subside. The room feels stifling and stuffy, the air heavy with the remnants of his recent ordeal.

With a sigh, Sanji rises from the bed and crosses to the window, throwing open the curtains to let in a breath of fresh air. The cool breeze wafts in, carrying with it the scent of salt and sea, a welcome relief from the stagnant atmosphere of the room. As he gazes out at the view, Sanji's thoughts drift to Zoro, wondering where he might be. He takes a quick shower and change clothes, grabing a black pant and a grey shirt to at least looks a little decent. And few minutes later, Luffy bursts back into the room, a steaming bowl of soup in one hand and fresh sheets in the other. His face breaks into a wide grin as he presents the offerings to Sanji.

"Here you go, Sanji!" Luffy says cheerfully, setting the soup and sheets down on the bedside table. "Fresh from the kitchen and the laundry!"

Sanji's stomach rumbles at the sight and smell of the soup, his mouth watering with anticipation. With a grateful nod, he reaches for the bowl, taking a cautious sip of the hot broth. It's warm and comforting, soothing his raw throat and easing the lingering ache in his stomach.

"Thanks, Luffy," Sanji says sincerely, his voice tinged with relief. "This is just what I needed."

Luffy's grin widens at Sanji's gratitude, his eyes shining with satisfaction. "Glad you like it, Sanji!" he chirps. "I figured you could use a little pick-me-up."

You are our pick-me-up Luffy.

As Sanji continues to sip on the soup, savoring its warmth and nourishment, Luffy's expression grows more serious. "Oh, by the way," he says, his tone shifting slightly. "Chopper and Franky wanted me to call them when you woke up. They said they wanted to check on your health and the microchip thingy."

Sanji nods in understanding, the mention of Chopper and Franky sparking a sense of anticipation within him. He knows that their expertise could be invaluable in navigating the challenges posed by the microchip and its side effects.

"Sure, go get them." Sanji says with a grateful smile.

Luffy nods eagerly, his determination evident as he springs into action. With a quick salute, he dashes out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he makes his way to find Chopper and Franky. Left alone in the room, Sanji takes another sip of the soup, the warm broth soothing his raw throat and easing the lingering ache in his stomach. Despite the discomfort, he can't help but feel a sense of relief at the thought of Chopper and Franky's imminent arrival. Minutes tick by slowly as Sanji waits, the anticipation building with each passing moment. Finally, the door swings open, and Chopper and Franky enter the room, their expressions filled with concern.

"Sanji! How are you feeling?" Chopper asks anxiously, rushing to Sanji's side.

"I'm hanging in there, Chopper," Sanji replies, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "But I could definitely use your expertise."

Chopper nods in understanding, his eyes scanning Sanji's form for any signs of distress. "Don't worry, Sanji. We're here to help," he says reassuringly.

Franky steps forward, a determined gleam in his eyes. "Let's take a look at that microchip and see what we're dealing with," he says, rolling up his sleeves in preparation, he places his hand gently on Sanji forehead to collect the data and transfers them on its internal engine.

Franky takes a seat beside Sanji, his expression serious but smiling as he begins to explain the results of his analysis. "Alright, Sanji-bro, as you know, the Raid Suit triggered some neural enhancements in your brain, that accentuated the nightmares and emotional distress you experienced. We know that the Raid Suit tried to destroy neural paths so that, in the long term, you no longer feel emotions. And all the nightmares were a defense of your brain that, despite the somewhat brutal method, wanted to continue to feel alive, human." Franky begins, his fingers flying across the display as he navigates through the data that he transcribes on a small screen.

"What I've discovered is that the microchip has been attempting to correct these enhancements by targeting specific genes in your DNA," he continues, pointing to various sequences highlighted on the display. "It's essentially rewiring your neural pathways to revert them back to their original state before the Raid Suit."

Sanji listens intently, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tries to grasp the complexities of the situation. "So, what does that mean exactly?" he asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"It means that the microchip is working to undo the damage caused by the Raid Suit," Franky explains, his tone matter-of-fact. "But rewrite the DNA is a delicate process, and it'll take some time before we start to see significant results. Maybe a couple of weeks."

Sanji absorbs Franky's explanation, a sense of relief washing over him as he begins to understand the process unfolding within his own body. Though the road ahead may be long and challenging, knowing that the microchip is actively working to correct the damage caused by the Raid Suit fills him with a renewed sense of hope.

"Alright, a couple of weeks," Sanji echoes, his voice tinged with determination. "I can handle that."

“Of course you can Sanji-bro! Beeing sick is nothing compared to what you had to deal against Queen!”

“I was so busy with Kaido, but I wish I’ve could have see your fight Sanji!” Adds luffy with a smile to the ears, making Sanji blush a bit.

"So... do you think you can help me with the side effects, Chopper...? I got a pretty bad migraine during the night and a lot of nausea and hot flashs..."

Chopper nods empathetically, his expression filled with concern as he listens to Sanji's description of his symptoms. "Of course, Sanji," he says reassuringly. "I can give you pain killers, medicinal herbs for your stomach and other balm to relieve pain." He rummages through his medical bag, pulling out vials of medication and various tools as he prepares to examine Sanji. "Let me check your vitals and running some tests," Chopper says, his tone gentle yet focused.

Sanji nods gratefully, offering his arm for Chopper to take his blood pressure and pulse.

As Chopper finishes taking Sanji's vitals, he examines the readings with a furrowed brow, his expression thoughtful. "Your blood pressure is a bit low, Sanji," he remarks, his voice tinged with concern. "But it's nothing to worry about. Given everything you've been through this night, it's not surprising that your body is feeling the strain."

Sanji nods in understanding, his gratitude for Chopper's reassurance evident in his eyes. "So, what do I need to do?" he asks, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Chopper offers him a reassuring smile. "You just need to rest and take it easy for now," he advises. "Avoid any strenuous activity and make sure to stay hydrated. You can do stretching and light body weights to keep you in shape. Your body will go through a lot, but with some rest and proper care, you should start feeling better soon. Also if you can quit smoking during this process… or at least reduce it…"

“Ah. I’ll try… “ Responds nervously Sanji, knowing very well that it’s very difficult for him not to smoke. "And thank you, Chopper," he says sincerely.

As Sanji expresses his gratitude to Chopper, Luffy steps forward, his expression serious as he addresses the group. "Listen up, everyone," he says, his voice commanding attention. "We're not setting sail until Sanji is back on his feet."

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise at Luffy's declaration, a mixture of gratitude and protest bubbling within him. "Luffy, you can't do that," he protests, his voice laced with concern. "You're so close to becoming Pirate King. We can't let my health hold you back."

But Luffy shakes his head, his resolve unwavering. "Without you, Sanji, I can't be Pirate King at all," he says firmly, his gaze meeting Sanji's with unwavering determination. "You're a vital part of this crew, and I won't leave anyone behind."

Sanji's chest tightens with a swirl of conflicting emotions as he listens to Luffy's unwavering resolve. While he's touched by his captain's loyalty and commitment to their crew, a heavy burden of guilt settles over him like a lead weight. Accepting Luffy's decision with a nod, Sanji finds himself at war with his own conscience. He can't shake the feeling that he's holding back the crew, preventing them from chasing their dreams and fulfilling their goals. The thought weighs heavily on his heart, filling him with a profound sense of guilt and self-doubt.

As the crew disperses, each member preparing to settle in for an extended stay on Contest Island, Sanji lingers behind, lost in thought. He knows that Luffy's decision comes from a place of genuine concern and camaraderie, but that doesn't make it any easier to bear the weight of his own perceived shortcomings. Despite the weight of guilt and worry pressing down on him, Sanji makes a conscious effort to present a composed and collected front to the world. He straightens his suit with meticulous care, smoothing out any wrinkles with practiced precision, and runs a hand through his hair, taming the unruly strands into submission.

With a deep breath to steady his nerves, Sanji steps out of his room and into the bustling corridors of the hotel. The air is alive with the sounds of laughter and conversation, the vibrant energy of Contest Island seeping into every corner. Sanji navigates the crowded hallways with purpose, his eyes scanning the sea of faces in search of a familiar sight. He weaves through the throngs of people, his heart pounding with anticipation as he searches for the one person who never fails to lift his spirits. Finally, he spots a flash of green hair amidst the crowd, and his heart skips a beat as he catches sight of Zoro in the distance. With a renewed sense of determination, Sanji quickens his pace, closing the distance between them with each determined step.

"Zoro," Sanji calls out as he approaches, his voice tinged with relief.

Zoro turns at the sound of his name, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he catches sight of Sanji. "Hey, Cook," he says warmly, his eyes softening with affection. "You feeling any better?"

Sanji offers a small nod in response to Zoro's question, his expression a careful mask of composure despite the turmoil brewing within him. "Yeah, I'm... I'm doing okay," he replies, his voice steady but tinged with uncertainty. "The side effects are still lingering, but Chopper says I just need some rest."

Zoro studies him for a moment, his gaze penetrating yet gentle. "You sure you're okay, Shitcook?" he asks, a note of concern creeping into his voice.

Sanji hesitates, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a leaden weight. "I... I'm fine, Zoro," he says, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I just... "

Zoro's brow furrows in confusion, his expression one of genuine concern. "What's going on?"

Sanji's shoulders slump slightly as he struggles to put his feelings into words. "I'm holding everyone back," he admits quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Luffy doesn't want to set sail until I feel better, so because of me, we're stuck here... again."

The souvenir of Whole Cake Island comes back like a knife in the chest to Sanji. A part of the crew had to delay the plan on Wano in order to rescue him at Whole Cake Island. And now they are stuck on Contest Island because of him again. The cook is trying to keep is composure, trying to convince himself that Luffy took the right decision, but no one has had to be saved as many times as him. Sanji sigh, as he feels some dizziness again.

A part of him is starting to be convinced that maybe he puts himself in this kind of situation.

Zoro's expression softens as he listens to Sanji's words, understanding the weight of guilt and self-doubt that plagues his friend. But beneath the empathy in his eyes, there's a flicker of resolve, the steel of a vice captain who refuses to let his crewmate succumb to despair.

"Cook," Zoro says firmly, his voice cutting through the heavy silence like a blade. "Look at me."

Sanji meets Zoro's gaze, his eyes clouded with uncertainty and self-recrimination. But as he meets the unwavering intensity in Zoro's eyes, a spark of determination ignites within him.

"You're not holding anyone back," Zoro continues, his voice unwavering. "You're a vital part of this crew, and your health matters to all of us. Luffy made the right call by putting your well-being first, and you know it." Sanji's lips part in a wordless protest, but Zoro silences him with a stern look. "Shut it, Lovecook," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You were trapped by a technology that you did everything to avoid. You are fighting against nature itself. Stop whining. Not everyone ends up with a microshit in their head... although for the little brain you have..."

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise at Zoro's sharp retort, the sting of his words cutting through the fog of self-doubt clouding his mind. For a moment, he's taken aback by the unexpected harshness in Zoro's tone, but as he meets the unwavering intensity in Zoro's eyes, he realizes the true intention behind his words. Zoro's words are not meant to belittle or demean him, but to ignite a fire within him, to remind him of his strength and resilience in the face of adversity. And as the weight of Zoro's words sinks in, Sanji feels a surge of determination coursing through his veins.

Sanji's brows furrow in mock offense at Zoro's jab, his lips curling into a playful smirk. "Oi, Mosshead! You wanna talk about little brains? Last time I checked, you're the one who gets lost on a regular basis," he retorts, his tone dripping with playful banter.

Zoro's smirk widens, the banter fueling the fire of their friendly rivalry. "Lost, huh? At least I don't end up in a tree every time I chase after a pretty lady," he counters, a teasing glint in his eye.

Sanji's grin falters slightly at the reminder, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "That was one time!" he protests, his voice rising in mock indignation. "And it's not like you've never made a fool of yourself chasing after booze."

Zoro chuckles at Sanji's comeback, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fair point, Cook," he concedes, his tone light. "But you have to admit, climbing trees to impress a girl is a bit... unorthodox."

Sanji's blush deepens at the teasing, but he refuses to back down. "Well, desperate times call for desperate measures," he retorts, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Besides, at least I have the courage to make a move."

Zoro's smirk widens at Sanji's comeback, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Courage, huh? More like selective bravery," he quips, his tone teasing. "I mean, you didn't exactly make a move when it came to us, did you?"

Sanji's cheeks flush even deeper at the reminder, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, that's different," he protests, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "I... uh... I was just waiting for the right moment."

Zoro chuckles, the sound warm and affectionate. "Sure, sure," he says, his tone playful. "And how many right moments did we have before I finally made a move?"

Sanji's blush deepens at the question, his gaze flickering away momentarily. "Okay, maybe I was a bit slow on the uptake," he admits with a sheepish grin. "But hey, I made a move eventually, didn't I?"

"After I defeated you with my kisses and make you beg by touching your dick? Sure, quite a move..."

"Hey! I defeated you with MY kisses! And can you remind me who wants to be fucked by whom?" Sanji retorts as hi cheeks flush, making also Zoro turns crimson, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment crossing his features.

"I-I never begged," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sanji's grin widens at Zoro's reaction, a playful twinkle in his eye. "Oh, really?" he teases, leaning in closer with a mischievous smirk. "I seem to remember a certain swordsman practically begging for more."

"You were begging too when I was sucking you dry!" Zoro practically screamed, making people turn around at his words. The two men find themselves like idiots in the middle of the crowd, overwhelmed with shame.

"Let's move." Zoro declares, looking downcast as Sanji almost faints.

The two quickly make their escape, their faces burning with embarrassment as they retreat from the curious stares of the onlookers. Once they're out of earshot, Sanji lets out a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair in a futile attempt to regain his composure.

"Smooth move, Mosshead," he mutters, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.

Zoro's expression is a mix of shame and amusement as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "Shut up."

Sanji's legs feel like lead as they walk, the lingering effects of the microchip weighing heavily on him despite the brightness of the day. He leans against a nearby wall, taking a moment to catch his breath as he tries to push through the fatigue.

Zoro watches him with concern, his brow furrowed in worry. "Oi, Cook?" he asks softly, his voice laced with concern.

Sanji offers him a weak smile, his usual energy drained by the relentless ache in his head and the lingering nausea in his stomach. "I’m good." he admits quietly. "Maybe we should do something... calm. Any ideas?"

Zoro considers for a moment, his gaze scanning the bustling street for inspiration. "Well, we could always find a quiet spot to sit and enjoy the view," he suggests, gesturing towards a nearby park with a serene expression. "Or we could grab something to eat and take a leisurely stroll."

"I can't eat shit... I vomit everything I eat..."

"You haven't eaten all day?" Asks Zoro, concern.

"Just some soup that Luffy brought me back earlier."

Zoro's concern deepens at Sanji's admission, his brow furrowing in worry. "Damn, we need to get you something that'll stay down," he says firmly, his mind racing with possibilities. "How about some plain rice or crackers? Something light that won't upset your stomach."

Sanji nods gratefully, the simple suggestion offering a glimmer of hope amidst the relentless discomfort. "That sounds manageable," he agrees, his voice tinged with relief.

Zoro lets Sanji stand up and walks with him to the a nearby convenience store. As they enter the store, Zoro heads straight for the aisles stocked with bland, easily digestible snacks, carefully selecting a few options that he hopes will provide some relief for Sanji's queasy stomach. At the same time, Sanji is looking for some towel and ice, he hasn't mentioned it, but a headache is slowly coming back, as well as some aches. He isn't a doctor but he knows a bit that DNA modification is really a brutal trial for the human body. But if that permits him to stay human at the end...

Sanji's keen awareness of his own body prompts him to quietly search for items to alleviate his returning symptoms, his movements deliberate as he navigates the aisles of the convenience store. He selects a small pack of towels and a bag of ice, hoping that the cold compress will provide some relief for his throbbing head and aching muscles. But a sudden feeling of discomfort washes over him before turning into a wave of painn catching him off guard and causing him to stumble slightly.

His muscles tense in response, his breath catching in his throat as the intensity of the sensation increases with each passing moment. Every fiber of his being feels like it's on fire, the pain radiating from deep within his body and spreading like wildfire. He grits his teeth against the agony, his knuckles turning white as he clutches the towel and ice pack tightly in his hands.

Sanji's mind races with a flurry of panicked thoughts, his instincts urging him to find a quiet place to hide until the pain subsides. With a determined resolve, he ducks into a secluded corner of the store, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to ride out the storm in solitude. Minutes stretch into eternity as Sanji battles against the relentless onslaught of pain, his body wracked with tremors as he struggles to maintain his composure. Every heartbeat feels like a hammer blow, reverberating through his veins with brutal intensity.

But just as suddenly as it began, the pain begins to ebb away, leaving Sanji trembling and exhausted in its wake. He takes a few shaky breaths, his fingers trembling as he reaches for the ice pack, pressing it against his throbbing temples in a desperate bid for relief. Slowly, the ache begins to subside, leaving Sanji feeling drained. With a heavy sigh of relief, he emerges from his hiding place, his body still trembling.

“What the fuck was that…” He whispers for himself, still in chock.

Meanwhile, Zoro continues to browse the shelves, his focus on finding the best options to ease Sanji's discomfort. He selects a variety of plain crackers, rice cakes, and herbal teas, knowing that these gentle offerings will be kind to Sanji's sensitive stomach.

As they make their way to the checkout counter, Sanji's gaze meets Zoro's and he forces a smile. The swordsman notices the pale and sweaty face of the cook but he decides to make any comments about it, respecting Sanji’s pride.

"Thanks for helping me, Zoro," Sanji says softly, his voice tinged with appreciation. "You could be a good mom." he teases with a smirk.

"If you want to play this card, you better call me daddy."

Sanji's smirk widens at Zoro's retort, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Oh, is that how it's gonna be, Daddy?" he teases, his tone laced with amusement.

Zoro's cheeks flush slightly at the unexpected turn of the conversation, but he doesn't back down, meeting Sanji's playful banter with a smirk of his own. "You started it, Cook," he says, his voice teasing but affectionate.

Sanji chuckles softly, the tension of his previous pain episode melting away in the warmth of their playful exchange. "Fair enough, Daddy," he replies with a wink, his tone light and carefree.

As they approach the checkout counter, the cashier gives them a curious glance, but Sanji and Zoro pay it no mind, too lost in their playful banter to care about the curious stares of strangers. And as they exit the store, their arms laden with supplies to ease Sanji's discomfort.

"You want to go relax on the beach or return to your hotel room?" Asks Zoro.

Sanji considers the options for a moment, weighing the appeal of each in his mind. The thought of sinking his toes into the warm sand and listening to the soothing sound of the waves holds a certain allure, but at the same time, the comfort of his hotel room beckons, promising a quiet retreat from the bustling streets.

"Hmm, tough call," Sanji muses, his brow furrowing in thought. "As much as I'd love to relax on the beach, I think I might need to lie down for a bit. My head's starting to throb again."

Zoro nods understandingly, his concern for Sanji's well-being evident in his gaze. "Alright, let's head back to the hotel then," he says, his tone gentle. "We can take it easy for the rest of the day and enjoy the view from your room."

Sanji offers him a grateful smile, touched by Zoro's thoughtfulness. "Sounds like a plan, Daddy," he teases, eliciting a soft chuckle from Zoro as they make their way back to the hotel, their steps light and easy despite the weight of Sanji's discomfort.

As Sanji grapples with the side effects of the microchip, each member of the crew rallies around him, offering their support and assistance in any way they can through the days.

Luffy, does his best as a captain, makes it his top priority to ensure that Sanji gets the rest and care he needs. He often asks to Chopper and Franky the evolution of Sanji’s state, ensuring that he receives regular check-ups and medical attention to manage his symptoms. Luffy also makes a point to spend time with Sanji, offering him words of encouragement and clowning while stretching his face. He also acts as clingy as always, hugging Sanji as much as possible.

Nami takes on the role of caregiver, diligently monitoring Sanji's condition and providing him with nourishing meals and herbal teas to soothe his stomach and ease his discomfort. She also offers him gentle massages and cool compresses to alleviate his body aches and burning sensations, doing everything in her power to make him feel more comfortable.

Most of the time, when she does that, Sanji faints after a nosebleed. But a least it works.

Usopp uses his creativity and resourcefulness to come up with inventive solutions to help alleviate Sanji's symptoms. He creates a makeshift cooling pad using frozen fruits and towels to provide relief for Sanji's migraines, and he crafts a series of memory games and puzzles to help stimulate his cognitive function and keep his mind sharp and occupied.

Chopper, armed with his medical expertise, works tirelessly to diagnose and treat Sanji's symptoms, adjusting his medications and treatment plan as needed to ensure the best possible outcome. He offers Sanji gentle reassurance and encouragement, reminding him that he's not alone in his struggle.

Robin provides invaluable emotional support to Sanji, offering him a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on whenever he needs to talk about his fears and concerns. She shares any story she reads in her books, offering and Sanji isn’t really listening the story itself, more focus on the beautiful voice of his Robin-chan.

Franky lends his mechanical expertise to help troubleshoot the microchip and develop innovative solutions to mitigate its side effects. He tinkers tirelessly with prototypes and gadgets, working alongside Chopper to devise new treatments and therapies to help alleviate Sanji's symptoms and improve his quality of life.

Brook uses his musical talents to lift Sanji's spirits, serenading him with soothing melodies and upbeat tunes to help distract him from his discomfort and brighten his mood. He also shares stories and jokes to keep the atmosphere light and cheerful, infusing the room with laughter and joy.

And finally, Jinbei offers Sanji words of wisdom and guidance, drawing upon his own experiences to provide insight and perspective on how to cope with the challenges of living. He encourages Sanji to stay strong and resilient, reminding him that he's capable of overcoming any obstacle with his will and that the result is so worth it.

Sanji has no words to describe the luck and happiness he feels having a crew like that. He feels so sick, the same kind of sickness that slowly destroys you to save a beautiful person.

He feels like his sweet and kind mother, Sora, who made herself sick to save her four children...

It’s ok mom, I’ll stay human with a warm heart. I’ll fight for hit or die trying…

But despite his courage and positive mind set, Sanji can’t mitigate the unpredictable side effects of rewriting his DNA.

One day, as the sun beats down warmly on Contest Island, Sanji and the rest of the crew gather on the beach, laughter and chatter filling the air as they prepare for a day of fun and games. Sanji's grin is infectious as he joins in the festivities, his spirits high as he engages in friendly banter with his friends.

But as the day wears on, a familiar sensation begins to creep over him, a dull ache that slowly builds in intensity until it feels like his head is being split in two. He blinks back the pain, trying to push through it as he joins in the beach volleyball game, but each bump and spike sends a sharp stab of agony through his skull.

With a grimace, Sanji excuses himself from the game, his hand pressed against his forehead as he tries to find a way to ease the pain. His friends look on with concern as he retreats to the shade of a nearby palm tree, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to ride out the storm.

Chopper had given him painkillers but in vain.

Another day, Sanji wanted to make the market, even if he cooked little while staying at the hotel, finding the contact of the product is always a pleasure to imagine new recipes. He dated Nami, Brook and Chopper. Everything goes well, Sanji has a good time and smiles, until his steps stagger slightly as a wave of drowsiness rises on him, his eyelids becoming heavy with fatigue. He blinks quickly, trying to get rid of the irresistible urge to sleep by following his friends through the bustling market.

The market’s colorful images and sounds are blurred as Sanji struggles to stay awake, his mind foggy with exhaustion. He tries to focus on the task at hand, but the constant hum of voices and bright lights above him only aggravate his lethargy. With a yawn, Sanji apologizes to the group, claiming that he has what it takes and his steps are slow and unstable as he seeks a quiet place to rest. He finds a secluded bench nestled in a shady corner of the market square and sinks into it with a sigh of relief, his drooping eyelids closed as sleep demands.

But Nami, Chopper and Brook understand the situation perfectly and with an air of compassion, they watch from afar their cook. The sailor even offers him an iced coffee to boost him a little, which makes Sanji all perky despite the desire to take a nap.

One evening, the Straw Hat crew enjoys a lively dinner at a seaside restaurant, Sanji's laughter rings out amidst the cheerful chatter, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he regales his friends with tales of their adventures. The aroma of freshly cooked seafood fills the air, and the sound of crashing waves provides a soothing backdrop to their meal. However, midway through his story, Sanji suddenly falls silent, a pained expression flickering across his face as a sharp pang of migraine pierces through his skull. He winces slightly, his hand instinctively reaching up to massage his temples in a futile attempt to alleviate the throbbing ache.

Noticing Sanji's discomfort, Usopp quickly jumps into action, launching into one of his exaggerated tales, hoping to distract his friend from the pain. With animated gestures and wild expressions, he spins a fantastical yarn that captures the attention of the entire table. Sanji's lips twitch into a grateful smile as he listens, his focus momentarily diverted from his throbbing headache.

Meanwhile, under the table, Zoro's hand discreetly finds its way to Sanji's leg, his touch gentle and reassuring as he offers silent support to his suffering comrade. The warmth of Zoro's touch provides a small measure of comfort to Sanji, anchoring him amidst the storm of pain that rages within his mind.

Despite the distractions, Sanji's migraine continues to intensify, each passing moment bringing a fresh wave of agony. With a determined resolve, he holds out until the end of the meal, unwilling to spoil the enjoyment of his friends with his own suffering.

Finally, as they bid farewell to their hosts and make their way back to their hotel rooms, Sanji's strength gives out, and he collapses onto his bed with a weary sigh. The pain is unbearable now, a relentless assault on his senses that leaves him feeling utterly drained and defeated.

It’s to stay human. Hold on. It’s to stay sane.

In the dead of one night, as the rest of the crew slept soundly, Sanji lay awake in bed, his body wracked with pain from the relentless assault of the microchip's side effects. Every movement felt like a Herculean effort, his muscles screaming in protest with each shift of his aching limbs. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, evidence of the fever burning within him, while his skin felt clammy and cold to the touch. His head throbbed with a ferocity that seemed to echo through the darkest recesses of his mind, sending sharp spikes of pain shooting through his skull with each pulsating beat of his heart. It was as if his very thoughts were being drowned out by the relentless drumming of his own agony, leaving him adrift in a sea of torment with no shore in sight.

And beneath the surface of his physical torment, deeper currents of unease and fear churned within him, feeding the flames of his distress until they threatened to consume him whole. Nightmares haunted the edges of his consciousness, their dark tendrils creeping into his waking hours and twisting his thoughts into grotesque shapes of terror and despair.

Tears roll down her cheeks. Not tears of anguish, nor of sadness, but of fatigue. He has been in this state of suffering for almost three weeks, the result of the rewriting of his DNA following the modifications of the Raid Suit.

And he can't take it anymore... It’s not about putting your hands in a Kuma pain bubble, but about enduring waves of pain, dizziness, weakness and other effects every day for the past three weeks.

Sanji's patience is put to the test. Just like his resistance. He cries from exhaustion...

In the dimly lit room, Zoro stirs from his sleep, a sense of unease tugging at his subconscious as he senses Sanji's distress. His instincts lead him to Sanji's side, where he finds his lover curled up in bed, tears streaking his cheeks and his body trembling with exhaustion. Without a word, Zoro sits beside Sanji, his presence a silent anchor in the storm of Sanji's suffering. Gently, he reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing away the tears that stain Sanji's cheeks, his touch a soothing balm against the raw edges of his pain.

"Cook..." Zoro's voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but it carries a weight of understanding and empathy that transcends words. He doesn't try to offer empty platitudes or false assurances. Instead, he simply sits with Sanji in the quiet darkness, offering his silent support and unwavering presence. "What do you need right now?"

Sanji's trembling form stills at the sound of Zoro's voice, his ragged breaths slowly beginning to steady in the wake of his lover's comforting presence. He turns to face Zoro, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with exhaustion, but also with a flicker of gratitude for Zoro's unwavering support.

"I..." Sanji's voice is hoarse, barely more than a whisper as he struggles to put his turbulent thoughts into words. "I don't know, Zoro..."

Zoro brushes away a strand of blond hair stuck to Sanji's soaked and burning forehead, and a glint of worry passes into his eyes. “You’re hot, cook…”

Despite the pain, Sanji tries to smile. "I already know that, Mosshead. Even when I look like shit, I'll still be hot and handsome."

Zoro's lips twitch into a faint smile at Sanji's attempt at humor, but concern still lingers in his eyes as he places the back of his hand against Sanji's forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his feverish skin.

"Yes, you're a sight to behold all the time," Zoro quips, trying to lighten the mood despite the gravity of the situation. "But seriously, you're burning up, Lovecook. You need to lower your fever."

Sanji's smile fades as he nods in agreement, the weight of his exhaustion pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. "Yeah, I could use some relief," he admits quietly, his voice tinged with weariness.

Zoro moves swiftly into action, retrieving the bag of ice they had purchased earlier and wrapping it in a towel. Gently, he presses the makeshift cold compress against Sanji's forehead, hoping to provide some relief from the searing heat that grips his body.

"Do you want a cold bath, Cook?"

Sanji's eyes flutter open at Zoro's suggestion, a flicker of relief crossing his weary features at the thought of the cooling embrace of a cold bath. Despite his exhaustion, he knows that the icy waters could offer some respite from the relentless heat that courses through his veins.

"Yeah, that sounds... good," Sanji replies softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Anything to take the edge off."

Zoro nods in understanding, his expression filled with determination as he helps Sanji to his feet, supporting him with a steadying arm as they make their way to the bathroom. With gentle hands, he helps Sanji undress, his touch tender and caring as he guides him into the bathtub filled with cold water.

Sanji sinks into the frigid depths with a shiver, the shock of the cold water sending a jolt of clarity through his foggy mind. Despite the discomfort, he knows that this is exactly what he needs to help ease the relentless agony that grips his body.

As he reclines in the icy waters, Sanji closes his eyes, letting out a soft sigh of relief as the chill seeps into his bones, numbing the pain and offering a fleeting sense of peace amidst the turmoil of his suffering.

As the cold water envelops him, Sanji's body tenses, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as the frigid embrace of the bath sends shivers down his spine. Despite the initial shock, he forces himself to relax, willing his trembling muscles to surrender to the numbing chill. But beneath the surface, the relentless agony of the microchip's side effects continues to gnaw at him, like a relentless beast devouring him from within. Waves of nausea churn in the pit of his stomach, threatening to spill over at any moment, while his head throbs with a pulsating ache that seems to echo through the very depths of his soul.

"Damn it," Sanji mutters under his breath, his voice strained with pain as he clutches at the edges of the bathtub, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. "This... this is unbearable."

Zoro's brow furrows in concern as he watches Sanji's struggle, his own frustration simmering beneath the surface as he feels powerless to ease his lover's suffering. "Hang in there, Cook," he says softly, his voice laced with sympathy.

Zoro's sympathy only seems to irk Sanji further, his frustration bubbling to the surface as he struggles to find relief from the relentless torment coursing through his body.

"Don't 'hang in there, Cook' me, Cactus face," Sanji retorts, his voice edged with irritation as he shoots Zoro a pointed glare. "You think I'm not trying?"

Zoro's brow furrows at Sanji's sharp tone, his own patience wearing thin as he grapples with the helplessness of the situation. "I didn't say you weren't trying," he replies evenly, his voice tinged with exasperation. "I'm just trying to offer some support, okay?"

Sanji's grip tightens on the edges of the bathtub, his frustration boiling over as he struggles to contain the torrent of emotions raging within him. "Well, maybe I don't need your support right now," he snaps, his voice tinged with bitterness. "Maybe I just need you to leave me the hell alone."

Zoro's jaw clenches at the sting of Sanji's words, his own frustration flaring in response to the heated exchange. "Fine," he mutters tersely, his voice tight with emotion. "I'll leave you to drown in your own misery then."

With that, Zoro turns on his heel and storms out of the bathroom, leaving Sanji alone with his pain and regret. As the sound of Zoro's footsteps fade into the distance, Sanji's shoulders slump in defeat, the weight of his suffering pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.

“Good job Sanji… I’m such a bastard…”

As Zoro paces the hallway outside the bathroom, his anger begins to ebb, replaced by a gnawing sense of guilt and concern for Sanji. He knows his lover's sharp words were born of pain and exhaustion, yet he can't shake the feeling that he could have handled the situation better. With a heavy sigh, Zoro leans against the wall, his thoughts consumed by the sight of Sanji's suffering. He knows he needs to make things right, to find a way to ease Sanji's pain and mend the rift between them.

An idea begins to form in Zoro's mind, a small glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of their strained relationship. Without hesitation, he retraces his steps back to the bathroom, steeling himself for what he knows must be done. Pushing open the door, Zoro finds Sanji still hunched over in the bathtub, his shoulders trembling with silent sobs. Guilt washes over Zoro like a tidal wave as he takes in the sight of his lover's distress, his heart aching with the knowledge that he's only added to Sanji's pain. Without a word, Zoro approaches the bathtub, his footsteps hesitant as he kneels beside Sanji, his hand reaching out to gently cup his cheek. Sanji's tear-streaked face turns towards Zoro's touch, his eyes wide with surprise at the unexpected gesture of tenderness.

"Cook..." Zoro's voice is soft, barely more than a whisper as he meets Sanji's gaze with unwavering sincerity. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you like that."

Sanji's breath catches in his throat at Zoro's apology, his heart swelling with a mixture of relief and gratitude but his guilt remains.

“N-no don’t be… I was an asshole to speak to you like that. It’s true I’m tired of the pain and all the sickness but… everyday you are here. You are awake with me, you try your best and I talk shit to you… I’m sorry Zoro.”

Zoro offers him a smile and for a moment, the weight of Sanji’s pain and exhaustion fades into the background, replaced by the warmth of Zoro's touch and support.

With a trembling hand, Zoro reaches into his pocket and retrieves a small object, holding it out to Sanji with a hesitant smile. "I, uh... I forgot that I got you something earlier," he says awkwardly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "It's not much, but... I know how much you care about your appearance."

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise as he takes the object from Zoro's hand, his fingers trembling slightly as he unwraps it to reveal a small vial of Cologne. Very expensive one. The perfume Sanji uses everyday. Sanji's breath catches in his throat as he takes in the sight of the expensive cologne, his heart swelling with emotion at the thoughtful gesture. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he realizes the significance of Zoro's gift, the scent of the cologne filling the air and bringing a sense of comfort amidst the turmoil of his pain.

"Zoro..." Sanji's voice is choked with emotion as he throws his arms around Zoro, pulling him into a tight embrace, soaking his shirt with the bath water. "You stupid sweet Mosshead..."

Zoro's arms wrap around Sanji instinctively, holding him close as they share a moment of raw vulnerability and unspoken understanding. He buries his face in Sanji's hair, his own emotions threatening to overwhelm him as he feels the weight of Sanji's tears against his chest.

"It's okay, Cook," Zoro murmurs softly, his voice rough with emotion. "I've got you."

Gently, Zoro scoops Sanji up in his arms and carry him to the bed. He lays Sanji down gently, arranging the pillows to prop him up comfortably, then slips in beside him, spooning him from behind. Zoro wraps his arms around Sanji, holding him close, offering both physical and emotional support in the warmth of their embrace. But despite the comfort of Zoro's presence, Sanji still finds it difficult to drift off into sleep, his mind plagued by the relentless ache of his body and the lingering echoes of his pain. Sensing his lover's restlessness, Zoro searches for something that might help ease Sanji's discomfort. With gentle hands, he guides Sanji through a meditation exercise, aiming to create a calming mental space where Sanji can find peace amidst the turmoil of his pain.

"Alright, Cook," Zoro murmurs softly, his voice a soothing presence in the darkness of the room. "I want you to imagine yourself in a familiar place, a place where you feel safe and at ease."

Closing his eyes, Sanji focuses on Zoro's words, allowing himself to be carried away by the gentle rhythm of his voice. In his mind's eye, he envisions the familiar surroundings of the Thousand Sunny's kitchen, the scent of spices and the warmth of the stove wrapping around him like a comforting embrace.

"Now, I want you to imagine yourself cooking a dish," Zoro continues, his voice steady and reassuring. "Picture each step in your mind, from selecting the ingredients to preparing them with care and precision." Sanji follows Zoro's guidance, allowing his thoughts to drift to the familiar routine of cooking. "Tell me what you are doing now, Cook. Describe it to me."

Sanji's mind drifts into the tranquil haven of his imagination, where the bustling energy of the Thousand Sunny's kitchen surrounds him like a warm embrace. With Zoro's gentle guidance, he begins to describe each step of the cooking process, his voice calm and steady as he loses himself in the comforting routine.

"I'm standing at the counter, Zoro," Sanji begins, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet of the room. "I can feel the smooth surface beneath my fingertips, cool and solid. There's a bowl in front of me, filled with fresh vegetables - crisp green peppers, vibrant red tomatoes, and fragrant onions."

As he speaks, Sanji's mind's eye paints a vivid picture of the ingredients before him, their colors rich and vibrant against the backdrop of the kitchen.

"How do you chop them?" Asks Zoro, a low whisper in Sanji's ear as he still stands behind him, cuddling gently and putting a strong effort on the meditation process.

Sanji's focus deepens as he immerses himself in the meditation, his imagination conjuring the familiar sensations of chopping vegetables in the kitchen of the Thousand Sunny.

"I hold the knife firmly in my hand," Sanji describes, his voice steady and focused. "I start with the peppers, slicing through their vibrant green skin with precision. Each cut is deliberate, smooth and even, as I separate the seeds from the flesh."

He continues, his words painting a picture of practiced expertise as he moves on to the tomatoes and onions. "Next, I tackle the tomatoes, their ripe flesh yielding easily to the blade of my knife. I quarter them with care, careful to remove the tough core before dicing them into small, uniform pieces."

Sanji's movements become more fluid as he describes the final step, the rhythmic motion of chopping the onions filling him with a sense of calm and purpose. "And finally, the onions," he says, his voice tinged with the faintest hint of nostalgia. "I slice through their layers with precision, my eyes stinging slightly from their pungent aroma. But I don't let it bother me. I focus on the task at hand, letting the familiar routine guide me."

As he speaks, Sanji's breathing slows, his body relaxing into Zoro's comforting embrace. With each word, he feels himself drifting further into a state of peaceful tranquility, the weight of his pain and exhaustion lifting ever so slightly in the warm glow of his imagination.

Zoro continues to guide Sanji through the meditation, his voice a steady anchor in the tranquil space they've created together. As Sanji describes each step of the recipe, Zoro listens attentively, his questions prompting Sanji to delve deeper into his imaginary cooking process.

"What comes next, Cook?" Zoro asks softly, his breath warm against Sanji's ear as he continues to gently caress his body.

Sanji's mind paints a vivid picture of the culinary scene before him, his imagination filling in the details with remarkable clarity. "Next, I heat a pan on the stove, the metal warming beneath my touch," he describes, his voice a soothing cadence in the quiet of the room. "I add a splash of olive oil, letting it sizzle and dance as it coats the bottom of the pan."

Zoro's touch becomes more tender as Sanji speaks, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along Sanji's arms and abdomen, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from his lover.

"And then?" Zoro prompts gently, his voice a gentle murmur of encouragement.

Sanji's breath catches in his throat as he continues to describe the imaginary cooking process, his mind fully immersed in the comforting routine of preparing a meal. "And then," he continues, his voice a soft whisper, "I carefully add the chopped vegetables to the pan, their vibrant colors sizzling and popping as they hit the hot surface."

Zoro's touch remains gentle and reassuring, his fingers tracing soothing circles along Sanji's skin, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the storm of Sanji's pain. As Sanji describes each step of the recipe, Zoro listens intently, his own mind focused solely on the sound of Sanji's voice and the comforting rhythm of their shared breathing.

"And now, I..." Sanji's voice trails off as a wave of exhaustion washes over him, his body sinking deeper into Zoro's embrace. But before he can finish his sentence, sleep claims him, pulling him into its gentle embrace with a soft sigh of relief.

"I guess the food burned in the end, shit cook." Whispers Zoro, a smile on his face at the sound of Sanji's soft breathing, a sense of peace settling over him as he watches his lover finally succumb to sleep. "Sleep well, Cook," Zoro murmurs softly, as he holds Sanji close, his own exhaustion melting away in the warmth of their shared embrace. "I'll be here when you wake up.”

With a contented sigh, Zoro settles back against the pillows, his arms still wrapped protectively around Sanji's trembling form. And as the gentle rhythm of their breathing lulls them both into a peaceful slumber, the worries and fears of the night fade into the darkness, replaced by the quiet comfort of their love.

As the soft light of dawn filters through the curtains, Sanji stirs from his slumber, his eyelids fluttering open to greet the new day. He blinks blearily, his mind still heavy with the remnants of sleep as he gradually becomes aware of his surroundings.

With a weary sigh, Sanji shifts in bed, his muscles protesting with every movement as he pushes himself into a sitting position. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, his brow furrowing in confusion as he takes stock of his surroundings, the events of the previous night slowly filtering back into his memory. Zoro is still asleep next to him and his peaceful face makes Sanji smile.

“He is kind of cute when he is asleep.” Thinks Sanji, his smile wider.

Despite the lingering traces of exhaustion that weigh heavily upon him, Sanji feels a sense of relief wash over him as he realizes that the relentless ache of the microchip's side effects has finally eased. For now. He takes a deep breath, savoring the feeling of freedom from pain, even as he remains groggy and disoriented from his restless sleep.

With a tired sigh, Sanji swings his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor with a soft thud. He stands up slowly, his movements sluggish and unsteady as he makes his way to the bathroom, his body still feeling the effects of the previous night's hell.

As he looks at his reflection in the mirror, Sanji can't help but grimace at the sight of his disheveled appearance. His hair is a tangled mess, his eyes still heavy with sleep, and his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. He looks like shit, and he knows it.

Feeling the need to wash away the remnants of his restless night, Sanji steps into the shower, the warm water cascading over his tired body like a gentle caress. He lets out a contented sigh as the heat soothes his aching muscles, the tension slowly melting away with each passing moment.

As he lathers soap over his skin, Sanji can't help but feel a sense of renewal washing over him, the soothing embrace of the water providing a much-needed respite from the trials of the previous night. With each passing minute, he feels the weight of exhaustion begin to lift, replaced by a growing sense of clarity and calm.

Just as he begins to lose himself in the blissful tranquility of the shower, Sanji is startled by the sound of the bathroom door opening, followed by the familiar presence of Zoro stepping into the steam-filled room. Before Sanji can utter a word of protest, Zoro wraps his arms around him from behind, pulling him close in a tight embrace.

"Zoro?" Sanji's voice is a mixture of surprise and amusement as he feels Zoro's warm breath against his ear, his body tingling with the electric touch of their closeness.

"Couldn't resist joining you, Cook," Zoro murmurs softly, his voice husky with desire as he nuzzles against Sanji's neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake.

Sanji chuckles softly, the tension of the previous night's trial melting away in the heat of Zoro's embrace. He leans back against Zoro, allowing himself to bask in the warmth of their shared shower, grateful for the comforting presence of his lover by his side.

“How are you feeling?”

Sanji tilts his head slightly, a thoughtful expression crossing his features as he considers Zoro's question. Despite the lingering fatigue that still weighs heavily upon him, he finds himself feeling surprisingly clear-headed in the warmth of the shower.

"I'm actually feeling better," Sanji admits, a note of relief evident in his voice. "The pain and dizziness seem to have eased up a bit. Maybe your meditation really did the trick."

As Sanji shares his improved state with Zoro, a sense of relief washes over the swordsman. He's grateful that the meditation seemed to have helped Sanji find some respite from the relentless discomfort. But as they stand there in the shower, the warm water cascading over their bodies, Zoro's thoughts begin to stray in a different direction.

Feeling Sanji's naked form pressed against him, Zoro can't help but feel a surge of desire stir within him. The intimate closeness, combined with the soothing warmth of the water, ignites a primal longing that courses through his veins. With a low growl of desire, Zoro tightens his embrace around Sanji, his hands wandering on the reliefs of his lover’s chest muscles and abs with a newfound hunger. His touch is gentle yet possessive as he pulls Sanji closer, reveling in the sensation of their naked skin pressed together in the steamy confines of the shower.

"Cook..." Zoro whispers, as he starts pressing deep wet kisses on Sanji's neck.

A shiver of pleasure runs through Sanji's body as Zoro's lips meet the sensitive skin of his neck, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

"Zoro..." Sanji's voice is a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, as he tilts his head to grant Zoro better access to his neck. His hands instinctively tangle into Zoro’s hair, pushing him closer as he gets to the intoxicating pace of seductive move.

Zoro is a little frustrated, he has his lover's naked body against him and he wants to take him there, against the shower wall. But, he can't forget that before him, Sanji had never been with a man. He knows about sex, but he doesn't know about gay sex. He wants to touch him in particular places, to make him discover different pleasures.

So, as long as he doesn't have a go from Sanji, it won't go further than foreplay.

He bites the skin under Sanji's ear as he groans. Sanji's heart races as he feels Zoro's teeth graze against his skin, a low moan escaping his lips at the sensation. The desire coursing through him is almost overwhelming, his body craving the touch of his lover with a fierce intensity.

In a hungry move, Sanji turns to face Zoro, their lips meeting in a searing kiss that leaves them both breathless. The warmth of the water cascading over them only adds to the intensity of the moment, heightening their senses and igniting the flames of their passion. Their kiss is hot and fervent. Zoro grabs Sanji by the jaw as he invades his mouth with his tongue. He pins him firmly against the shower wall, passing a hand behind Sanji's back to stroke his loins.

The sensation and taste of Zoro's lips against Sanji's is so enticing that Sanji loses himself in the kiss. He responds eagerly, matching Zoro's fervor with equal passion as their tongues dance together in a heated embrace. With their bodies closed in a passionate embrace, Sanji and Zoro are engrossed in the moment. But their intimate encounter is abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door opening, followed by Chopper's voice calling out for Sanji.

Startled, Sanji and Zoro break apart, their heavy breathing filling the air as they exchange a surprised glance. Zoro's cheeks flush with embarrassment, while Sanji's heart races with a mixture of arousal and apprehension.

"Sanji! Are you in here?" Chopper's voice carries through the room, filled with concern. "I need to check on your health!"

Sanji's face reddens with embarrassment as he realizes they've been caught in a compromising position. With a sigh, he turns to Zoro, his expression apologetic.

"We'll have to continue this later," Sanji murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he steps away from the shower wall, reaching for a towel to cover himself. "Sorry, Mosshead."

Zoro nods understandingly, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he follows suit, grabbing a towel to preserve their modesty.

"Yeah, later," Zoro agrees, his voice tinged with regret as he watches Sanji head towards the door to greet Chopper.

As Sanji barely opens the door, he offers Chopper a sheepish smile, doing his best to hide the flush of embarrassment that colors his cheeks.

"Sorry, Chopper," Sanji says with a nervous chuckle. "I'll be out in a minute, just taking a shower. I’ll join you in your room!”

“Alright Sanji!” Answers Chopper before leaving.

Sanji quickly finishes dressing and joins Chopper in his room, where Franky is already waiting, his brows furrowed in concentration as he examines the data on his small screen. Chopper looks up from his medical supplies as Sanji enters, offering him a warm smile of welcome.

"Hey, Sanji! How are you feeling?" Chopper asks, concern evident in his tone as he gestures for Sanji to take a seat.

Sanji forces a smile, doing his best to mask his lingering embarrassment from the earlier interruption in the shower. "I'm feeling better, thanks, but last night was terrible…" he replies, taking a seat opposite Franky.

Franky nods in acknowledgment and put his cyborg hand on Sanji’s forehead, his attention focused on the screen as he continues to analyze the data from the microchip. But as he delves deeper into the information, his expression shifts from concentration to surprise.

"Whoa, hold on a sec!" Franky exclaims, his eyes widening in disbelief as he scans the data once more. "This is... unbelievable."

Chopper and Sanji exchange a puzzled glance, their curiosity piqued by Franky's sudden outburst. "What's wrong, Franky?" Chopper asks, his voice tinged with concern.

Franky grins, unable to contain his excitement as he delivers the unexpected news. "The microchip... it's gone!" he announces, his voice filled with awe. "It's finished rewriting your DNA, Sanji. You're back to normal!"

Sanji blinks in disbelief, his mind struggling to process the implications of Franky's revelation. The weight of the microchip's presence had been a constant burden, a reminder of the sacrifices he had made in the name of strength and power. And now, to learn that it had vanished on its own accord, leaving him free from its grasp, was almost too good to be true.

"Are you serious?" Sanji asks, his voice tinged with disbelief as he searches Franky's expression for any sign of deception. But Franky's grin is genuine, his excitement contagious as he nods enthusiastically.

"Yeah, Sanji-bro! The data confirms it," Franky confirms, his tone filled with pride. "The microchip has completed its mission. Your DNA has been rewritten, and you're back to being fully human!"

Sanji's heart swells with relief and gratitude, a sense of liberation washing over him as the weight of the microchip's presence lifts from his shoulders. He looks to Chopper, who beams with pride at the news, his eyes shining with happiness.

"This is incredible, Sanji!" Chopper exclaims, his voice filled with genuine joy. "You're free from the microchip's effects, and you're back to your old self again!"

Sanji can hardly believe it. After weeks of suffering and uncertainty, he's finally free from the Germa technology and from the shackles of the microchip, able to embrace his humanity once more. At this realization, Sanji’s legs betray him. Even his powerful legs, his weapons, which makes his power, seem relieved by the news. He sinks to his knees, his heart overflowing with a mixture of relief, gratitude, and disbelief. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he looks up at his crewmates, his voice choked with emotion.

"Thank you," Sanji whispers, his words a heartfelt expression of his profound gratitude. Tears begin to flow as her voice trembles. "You saved me... you prevented me from becoming a m-monster..."

Sanji's voice breaks as he struggles to express the depth of his gratitude, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Chopper and Franky exchange a glance, their own eyes shining with tears as they realize the weight of Sanji's words.

"Sanji, you're not a monster," Chopper says gently, his voice filled with compassion. "You never were. You're our friend, our nakama. And we'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Franky nods in agreement, collapsing in dramatic sobbing as he takes Sanji in his arms. "T-that's right, S-sanji-bro," he stutters while sniffing loudly. "We'll always have your back, no matter what challenges come our way."

Sanji nods, his heart swelling with gratitude at the unwavering support of his crewmates. Despite the hardships he's faced, he knows that he's never truly alone as long as he has his nakama by his side. Chopper's voice breaks through Sanji's tumultuous thoughts, drawing his attention back to the present moment. The reindeer doctor steps forward, his expression earnest as he places a reassuring hooves on Sanji's knees.

"But Sanji, remember, overcoming your nightmares and finding inner peace isn't just about the absence of the microchip. It's about finding strength within yourself, facing your fears, and learning to forgive yourself for things beyond your control.”

Sanji listens intently to Chopper's words, the weight of his advice sinking in as he considers the path forward. He knows that the road to healing won't be easy, but with the support of his nakama by his side, he feels a renewed sense of determination to confront his inner demons and emerge stronger than ever.

"I know Chopper, and I'll do my best about it."

Sanji's voice is filled with determination as he responds to Chopper, his gaze steady and resolute. He knows that the journey to inner peace won't be easy, but he's ready to face it. Sanji wipes his tears as Zoro enters the room with Luffy.

"So? Franky you managed to finally make the Cook good at something by playing with the little brain he has?"

Sanji's expression shifts from one of emotional resolve to a familiar mixture of annoyance and exasperation as Zoro's teasing voice fills the room. He shoots a glare at Zoro, his jaw tensing with frustration at the swordsman's jibe.

"Shut it, Mosshead!" Sanji retorts, his tone sharp with irritation. "At least I've got brains to work with, unlike you with that empty skull of yours!"

Zoro's eyes narrow in mock offense, his own irritation bubbling to the surface as he squares off against Sanji. "Empty skull? Look who's talking, Cook! I've seen better cooking from a sea slug!"

The two men exchange heated insults, their voices rising in volume as they engage in their usual banter. Luffy watches with amusement, a wide grin spreading across his face as he enjoys the spectacle unfolding before him.

"You guys are the best." Chuckles the captain.

Luffy's laughter only fuels the fire of the ongoing banter between Sanji and Zoro. They continue to trade barbs and insults, each trying to outdo the other in wit and sarcasm.

Sanji rolls his eyes at Zoro's comeback. "Yeah, well, at least I don't need a map just to go to the bathroom, Mosshead!"

Zoro scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh please, Cook. The only thing you're good at is getting the fourth place."

"That's it! Bring it on!" Screams Sanji, throwing his leg at Zoro, starting the fight.

Sanji's leg lashes out with lightning speed, aiming a powerful kick at Zoro's side. But the swordsman is quick to react, deflecting the blow with his forearm before launching into a counterattack of his own. With a grunt of effort, Zoro swings his swords in a swift motion, aiming a series of strikes at Sanji's defenses. Sanji dodges and weaves, his movements fluid and precise as he deflects Zoro's attacks with expert skill.

The room fills with the sound of clashing metal and grunts of exertion as the two men engage in their impromptu spar. As the fight rages on, Luffy turns to Chopper and Franky. "So, how's Sanji?"

Chopper and Franky exchange a knowing glance before Chopper steps forward to explain the situation to Luffy. "Well, Luffy, Sanji's doing much better now," Chopper begins, his voice filled with reassurance. "The microchip that was causing him so much sickness is gone, and his DNA has been rewritten. There is no chance now that he will lose his emotions!"

Franky nods in agreement, adding his own perspective to the explanation. "Yeah, the microchip finished its mission, so Sanji-bro doesn't have to worry about its effects anymore," Franky confirms, his voice brimming with pride. "But he still has some emotional scars to deal with, especially from his nightmares. He's got a lot of inner strength, though, I'm sure he'll overcome them."

Luffy listens intently to their words, his expression thoughtful as he considers the significance of Sanji's journey. "That's good to hear," he says finally, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "So tomorrow, We’re going back to sea!"

Even though they are fighting, Zoro listened to Chopper and Franky’s account and discreetly, his smile changes, becoming more personal and saved for his lover, his pain in the ass cook. He is relieved that Sanji escaped the worst, that this sword of Damocles was removed. Sanji, on the other hand, holds back his tears once again, the next day, they were going back to sea, the crew of the Straw Hats would go back to the conquest of the One Piece.

As word spreads through the hostel about Sanji's improved health and the crew's imminent departure, a sense of excitement fills the air. The crewmates gather in the common area, their voices mingling with laughter and chatter as they discuss their plans for the upcoming celebration.

"Can you believe it? Sanji's safe! I wasn't worried at all, of course." Usopp lies, his eyes wide with excitement as he shares the news with Nami and Robin.

Nami smiles, her expression filled with relief. "That's wonderful news! We should do something special to celebrate. Chopper told me he still experiments some dizziness episodes, but he should be free to pain and side effects."

Robin nods in agreement, her gaze thoughtful as she considers their options. "I heard there is a festival tonight on the beach. Sand sculptures contest and barbecue and firework. Perhaps we could hold our own celebration there."

Luffy's eyes light up at the mention of a festival on the beach, his grin widening at the prospect of joining in the festivities. "Sand sculptures, barbecue, and fireworks? Count me in! Let's go check it out!"

With unanimous agreement from the crew, they quickly gather their belongings and make their way to the beach where the festival is being held. The salty sea breeze carries the sounds of music and laughter as they approach, filling them with anticipation for the evening ahead. As they arrive, they're greeted by the sight of colorful sand sculptures illuminated by the glow of torches, the aroma of grilled meat wafting through the air. The beach is alive with activity, people mingling and enjoying the festivities under the starry night sky.

Luffy's eyes sparkle with excitement as he takes in the scene, his grin widening as he spots a sand sculpture contest already underway. "Usopp, Let's make our own sand sculpture!" he declares to his friend, already dashing off towards the designated area with boundless enthusiasm.

As Luffy and Usopp enthusiastically dive into the sand sculpture contest, the rest of the crew settles down on the warm sand nearby, enjoying the festive atmosphere. Nami uncorks a bottle of wine, pouring generous glasses for herself, Robin, Sanji, Brook and Franky, while Chopper sips on a milkshake, his expression one of contentment as he takes in the scene. Zoro and Jimbe share an expensive sake as always. Laughter and conversation fill the air as they watch their captain and sharpshooter work their creative magic with the sand.

Zoro's keen senses pick up on the scent of the expensive cologne that Sanji is wearing, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he recognizes it. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he leans over to Sanji, nudging him playfully with his elbow.

"Nice cologne, Lovecook," Zoro teases, his voice low and teasing. "Didn't know you were into luxury fragrances. Planning on wooing someone special?"

Sanji's cheeks flush with embarrassment at Zoro's teasing, but he can't help but smile in return. "Shut up, Mosshead," he retorts, trying to sound annoyed but failing to hide the amusement in his voice. "Just thought I'd smell good for the festival. Unlike you with your sweaty gym pants scent."

"Sure, sure, just for the festival." Teases Zoro, as he takes another sip of his sake, making Sanji smile.

The evening wears on, the crew enjoys the festivities, laughing and chatting together as they soak in the warm atmosphere of the beach. Luffy and Usopp proudly present their completed sand sculpture, a fantastical creation that earns them cheers and applause from onlookers. As the night draws to a close, the crew gathers around a crackling bonfire, their faces illuminated by its warm glow. They share stories and laughter, savoring the simple joys of camaraderie and friendship as they look forward to the adventures that await them on the high seas.

As the night sky is painted with bursts of color from the fireworks, the crew watches in awe, their spirits lifted by the dazzling display. Luffy's laughter rings out as he points excitedly at each explosion, his joy infectious as he revels in the spectacle.

Amidst the vibrant chaos of the fireworks, Zoro steals a glance at Sanji, who seems more relaxed and at ease than he's been in a long time. A sense of relief washes over Zoro as he realizes just how much weight has been lifted from Sanji's shoulders now that the microchip is gone. With a subtle touch, Zoro reaches out to grasp Sanji's hand, his fingers intertwining with his lover's as they watch the fireworks together. It's a small gesture, barely noticeable amidst the excitement of the festivities, but to Zoro, it speaks volumes.

Sanji looks at Zoro, surprised at first by the unexpected touch, but a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he meets Zoro's gaze. He squeezes Sanji's hand gently, his own smile widening in response to the unspoken connection between them.

Stupid sweet Mosshead.

As the final fireworks light up the sky in a dazzling crescendo, signaling the end of the festival, the crew reluctantly begins to make their way back to the hotel. Their laughter and chatter fill the night air as they walk, their spirits buoyed by the memories of the evening's festivities. Back at the hotel, the crew gathers in the common area for one last night together on Contest Island. They share stories and laughter, savoring the camaraderie and friendship that binds them together as they reminisce about the adventures they've shared.

After bidding goodnight to the rest of the crew, Sanji retreats to his room, his mind still buzzing with the memories of the evening's festivities. He finds himself lost in thought as he reflects on the challenges he faced and the path he took to reach that moment of peace and freedom in the previous month.

As he sits alone in his room, Sanji's thoughts inevitably turn to Zoro, his steadfast companion who has been by his side through thick and thin. A wave of gratitude washes over him as he remembers Zoro's unwavering support and encouragement, his heart swelling with affection for the swordsman who means so much to him.

Every day his comrades were there, but Zoro was also there at night. Whenever he was in pain, Zoro would motivate him, telling him that he was stronger than pain. Every time he was dizzy, Zoro would give him support. Every time he had a fever, Zoro would give him a bath. Whenever he was exhausted by the pain, Zoro held him in his arms and guided him in a meditation to soothe him. Zoro, Zoro and Zoro again.

I wouldn’t mind being in a relationship with you.

He is serious about the notion of relationship. Zoro may be clumsy and terrible with words, his goal of being the greatest swordsman in the world comes first, but he is a great partner. He worries and does his best for Sanji, he protects him as the second he is but also as the lover he is.

Zoro may be a man, but Sanji can’t lie to himself, he’s in love with Zoro. Crazy in love.

A shy smile tugging at the corners of Sanji’s lips as he makes a decision. With newfound determination, he rises from his sofa and goes to the bathroom. Sanji looks at himself in the mirror, his shirt is well put on, his tie knot well done, his hair well styled. He is clean and he knows he smells good since he put his Cologne. Then he makes his way to Zoro's room, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet hallway. When he reaches Zoro's door, Sanji hesitates for a moment, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation. But then, drawing on the courage that lies within him, he raises his hand and knocks gently, the sound echoing in the silence of the night.

Zoro, who had been quietly going through his pre-sleep routine, hears the gentle knock on his door, his senses sharpening with curiosity. He moves to open it, his brows furrowing slightly in surprise at the sight of Sanji standing there, a hesitant yet determined expression on his face.

"Cook? Is everything okay?" Zoro asks, his concern evident in his voice.

Sanji's gaze flickers over Zoro's shirtless form, his eyes tracing the lines of muscle that ripple beneath his skin with a hunger that catches him off guard. He can't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through him at the sight of the swordsman's powerful physique. Sanji's heart races as he struggles to suppress the rising tide of desire that threatens to consume him whole. His mind consumed by the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch the man before him.

Sanji's breath catches in his throat as he stands before Zoro. He knows he shouldn't give in to temptation like that, he has a gentleman reputation, but in this moment, with Zoro standing there so close, all he can think about is the electric thrill of desire that courses through him.

But it's not just physical attraction that drives Sanji's desire. It's the depth of his feelings for Zoro, the way he cares for him, the way he supports him through every trial and tribulation. It's the way Zoro makes him feel alive, the way he makes him feel loved.

With a shaky breath, Sanji finally gathers the courage to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. "Zoro," he murmurs, his heart racing in his chest. "Can I... can I fuck you?"

Zoro’s eyes open wide following Sanji’s request. For a second, he wonders if he's dreaming. Sanji’s question is so surprising - given that before Zoro, he has always been straight, making love to all the women he loves - that Zoro doesn't know what to answer.

Sanji blushes and looks away, suddenly embarrassed. I... I mean... I know you’ve told me that normally you’d rather be on top but... since I’ve never had sex with a man I think it’s easier if I’m on top." He stutters, having trouble swallowing. "If... if you agree of course...”

Zoro's expression softens as he listens to Sanji's nervous explanation. He reaches out to gently tilt Sanji's chin up, meeting his gaze with a teasing smirk. "Well, you sold me that your hips, abs and legs made more than one woman scream. So it’s just bluff or you really know how to make love, Mr Lovecook?”

Sanji's cheeks flush at Zoro's playful remark, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement dancing in his eyes. He chuckles softly, his nerves easing slightly at Zoro's lighthearted tone.

"Well, Mosshead, I guess you'll just have to find out for yourself," Sanji replies with a teasing grin, his voice tinged with a hint of flirtation. "But I can assure you, my skills in the kitchen aren't the only thing that's top-notch."

Zoro's lips curl into a smirk at Sanji's confident response, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out."

With a playful shove, Zoro grabs Sanji by his tie, pulling him inside his room. He is immediately engulfed by the smell of Cologne from Sanji and smiles, victorious.

"Well, in the end, I was the one you wanted to woo, right Lovecook?"

Sanji's heart races at Zoro's playful remark, a surge of excitement coursing through him as he approaches Zoro’s lips. Despite the playful banter, there's a sense of anticipation hanging in the air, a palpable tension that crackles between them as they stand face to face.

With a confident smirk, Sanji meets Zoro's gaze, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You caught me, Mosshead," he replies, his voice full with desire. "But who's to say I wasn't the one being wooed all along? After all you came into me first."

Zoro's grin widens at Sanji's bold response, a playful glint in his eyes as he steps closer, the space between their lips narrowing to mere inches. "Touché, Lovecook," he murmurs, "But I'd say we've both been playing this game for quite some time now, haven't we?”

Sanji feels the heat of the swordsman’s body so close to his. "Yeah…" , his breath mixing with Zoro’s, "But I didn’t come here tonight to play a game." On this statement, he captures Zoro’s lips in an intense kiss, immediately plunging his tongue into the swordsman’s mouth.

Zoro is momentarily taken aback by the sudden intensity of Sanji's kiss, his surprise quickly giving way to a surge of desire that courses through him like wildfire. His heart pounds in his chest as he returns the kiss with equal fervor, his hands finding their way to Sanji's hips, pulling him closer until there's no space left between them. As they lose themselves in the heat of the moment, Zoro's mind whirls with a whirlwind of emotions. He deepens the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against Sanji's as they explore each other with a fervent hunger.

"Damn, you wanted to fuck me before coming in the room, don't you?" His lips are immediately picked up, causing him to shake. His hands on the hips of the cook tighten reflexively.

"Yeah." Answers Sanji, hoarsely, before nibbling his lower lip.

"Shit," trembles Zoro, his brain beginning to understand how serious Sanji is.

As they continue to kiss with increasing fervor, Zoro's hands move with purpose, deftly untying Sanji's tie with a practiced ease. He takes his time, savoring each moment as he slowly removes the garment. With a teasing smirk, he lets the tie fall to the ground, his fingers tracing seductively over Sanji's neck's exposed skin. The blond hair of his neck bristles in contact with his fingers.

Zoro puts his lips on the milky skin of his neck, letting himself be intoxicated by this aphrodisiac smell of Cologne.

"Cook..." He whispers against his skin with palpable desire.

Sanji's response is a wordless moan of pleasure as Zoro's hands move to the buttons of his shirt, his fingers working slowly as he teases and tantalizes with expert precision. Each button undone is like a promise of things to come, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through Sanji's veins.

As the shirt falls away, leaving Sanji's chest bare and exposed, Zoro's gaze roams hungrily over his form, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so damn sexy," he breathes, his voice filled with awe.

Sanji's cheeks flush at Zoro's words, his heart swelling with affection as he meets the swordsman's gaze with a mixture of desire and longing. "And you're not so bad yourself, Mosshead," he replies with a teasing grin, his voice tinged with amusement.

Sanji bends over to capture Zoro’s lips in another burning kiss, as their naked chests touch, mixing the heat between them. Sanji puts a possessive hand on Zoro’s neck to push him even closer to his lips, while his other hand rests on his broad and muscular shoulder. The swordsman, meanwhile, keeps his hands on Sanji’s hips, one of them gently going up along Sanji’s spine, and he feels him shivering under this touch.

With their passion igniting like a blazing fire, Sanji gently guides Zoro towards the bed, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Their lips remain locked in a heated kiss, their tongues dancing with a fierce urgency as they navigate the space of the room. As they reach the edge of the bed, Sanji breaks the kiss momentarily, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes into Zoro's, silently communicating his longing and intent. With a silent understanding between them, Zoro allows himself to be guided, his trust in Sanji unwavering as he follows his lead.

With a gentle yet firm touch, he guides Zoro into a reclining position, his movements confident and assured as he positions himself above him. Sanji leans towards Zoro’s ear and nibbles at the earrings making him sigh. He whispers in a much deeper voice than usual, "I want to fuck you so bad..."

Zoro lets out a low chuckle at Sanji's whispered confession, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he teases, "Well, well, Lovecook, looks like you finally admitted it."

Sanji's cheeks flush slightly at Zoro's teasing remark, but he doesn't back down. Instead, he retorts with a playful grin, "Oh, shut up, Mosshead. You know you've been begging for it since day one."

Zoro's grin widens at Sanji's boldness, his amusement evident in his eyes as he replies, "Me? Begging? I think you've got it all backward, Cook. It's you who's been practically throwing yourself at me."

A sadistic expression appears on Sanji’s face as he knows how to crack Zoro. He puts a dominant hand around his lover’s throat. The grip isn’t strong enough to hinder his breathing but sufficient to indicate who’s in charge. Sanji leans and speaks against Zoro’s lips.

"Oh yes? Who fantasizes about me fucking him until he can no longer think clearly?"

Zoro's pulse quickens as Sanji's assertive touch encircles his throat, a surge of excitement coursing through him as his lover's dominant energy takes hold. His breath catches in his throat, a mix of anticipation and desire making his heart race as he meets Sanji's gaze, which burns with an intensity that sends shivers down his spine.

Sanji leans in close, his breath hot against Zoro's lips as he speaks, his voice low and full of desire. Zoro's pulse quickens at the proximity, his body responding instinctively to the dominant display before him.

Sanji has a magical touch as he trails his fingers seductively across Zoro's lips, his touch sending shivers down his spine as he traces a path down his neck.

Sanji's grip on Zoro's throat adds an extra layer of intensity to the moment, as he expertly teases and titillates his lover, his dominance is made evident. Zoro's breath hitches in his throat as he struggles to maintain his composure, his body trembling with desire.

Sanji takes the time to touch, understand and record all the details of Zoro’s body. He who is used to feminine curves, soft and soft flesh, this time, he really enjoys touching warm skin that covers firm and hard muscles. When his hand passes over Zoro’s shoulder, he feels the power of his arm, capable of launching saber attacks that can destroy an island.

His fingers linger on the muscles of his chest. Zoro’s upper body is very impressive, there is not a millimeter of fat under his skin. Everything is in the hardness and yet the touch of Sanji create chills to Zoro, all his skin is covered with goosebumps. This image, Sanji must admit, is very sexy.

His grip on the blow of Zoro tightens a little more, he can now feel his swallowing against his palm. His Adam’s apple moves in his hand, and Zoro’s cheeks become increasingly red. Sanji’s other hand continues its exploration, his index finger runs along the large scar, offering him a growl from Zoro.

"Damn Mosshead, how can a scar can makes you lose it like that..."

Zoro's breath catches in his throat at Sanji's teasing touch, his skin prickling with arousal as the cook's lips trace a path across his chest. The sensation of Sanji's tongue against his scar sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine, igniting a fierce longing within him that threatens to consume him whole.

As Sanji sticks his teeth into Zoro’s neck, he whispers into his ear, "I asked you a question. Who fantasizes about me fucking him until he can’t longer think clearly?"

Zoro pulse quickens with desire as Sanji's words send a jolt of pleasure through him, his mind clouded with fantasies of being fucked by the cook. Sanji's fingers trace a path down Zoro's abdomen, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through him as he explores every inch of his toned muscles. Zoro's skin tingles with anticipation as Sanji's touch grows bolder, his fingers dancing dangerously close to his throbbing arousal.

With each teasing touch, Zoro feels himself unraveling, his body responding eagerly to Sanji's seductive ministrations. Sanji's words echo in his mind, fueling his desire as he imagines what it would be like to surrender to the cook's dominant embrace.

"I think I’m starting to understand. You’re still in control, Mosshead. In your quest to be the strongest, you are in control when you train, you meditate to control your emotions, you control your appearance and your attitude with others. But right now... with me, I feel like all you want is for someone else to take over, so you can let go."

Zoro feels a wave of realization come over him like a storm, and as Sanji's words sink in, his breath catches in his throat. He's been focusing on managing himself, developing his skills, and his emotions for a very long time in an effort to become the greatest swordsman. But now, as Sanji's touch ignites a deep eagerness in him, he understands that perhaps what he really wants is to let go and give in to the intense passion and desire that burns between them.

"Cook, I..."

Sanji interrupts him with a secret kiss and Zoro finds himself melting. No one has ever made him feel so vulnerable. He can’t move or think. Sanji’s tongue passes over his chin and neck. He bites his Adam’s apple and leaves a mark on his collarbone.

"C'mon Zoro, let yourself go. Tell me, where do you want me to touch you?"

As Sanji's question hangs in the air, Zoro's breath hitches in his throat, his body trembling with anticipation. He meets Sanji's gaze with a fierce intensity, his eyes dark with desire as he struggles to find his voice amidst the storm of emotions raging within him.

"I want... I want you to touch me everywhere," he finally manages to rasp, his voice husky with need. "But first... let's get rid of these pants and underwear."

With a silent understanding between them, they begin to undress each other with a fervent urgency, their hands fumbling with buttons and zippers as they shed their clothing with reckless abandon. As their clothes fall away, leaving them both completely exposed to each other's hungry gaze, Sanji's heart races with anticipation. With a primal hunger driving them forward, he moves with purpose, positioning himself between Zoro's legs, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he takes in the sight before him.

"God, you're so damn hot, Mosshead," Sanji murmurs, his deep, yearning voice. "I could spend hours just exploring every inch of your body."

Zoro's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at Sanji's bold compliment, his heart swelling with affection as he meets the cook's gaze with a shy smile. "I-I want you to touch me... here," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper as he guides Sanji's hand to the throbbing arousal between his legs.

Sanji's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of Zoro's flushed face and trembling form, his own arousal surging to new heights as he realizes the effect he's having on the swordsman. He teases the tip of his cock with his thumb.

"You are so hard... You want that bad to let yourself go?" Asks Sanji.

Zoro doesn't answer. Yes, he wants to abandon himself to Sanji, but his pride prevents him. Sanji begins to stroke his length from tip to base with calculated slowness, watching Zoro’s hands squeeze the sheets.

"Have you always been in control when you had sex? Even the few times you let yourself be fucked?" Whispers Sanji, trying his best to understand Zoro.

"Yes... I always rode my partner."

"Would you prefer to ride me too? Asks the cook with tenderness.

Sanji jerks him off faster, Zoro’s body responding eagerly to the chef's skilled ministrations. Each stroke sends shivers of pleasure coursing through him, his breath hitching with each tantalizing movement. But Zoro's mind races with conflicting emotions. His desire for Sanji is undeniable, but the thought of relinquishing control, of allowing himself to be vulnerable in such a way, fills him with a mixture of fear and longing.

He feels Sanji's hands trail over his thighs with a gentle caress and his resolve begins to waver. The tenderness in Sanji's touch reassures him, easing the tension that coils tight in his chest.

With a shaky breath, Zoro finally speaks, his voice barely a whisper, "I don't think so... What's your favorite position Cook?"

Sanji's lips curl into a knowing smile at Zoro's question, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. He pauses his movements for a moment, savoring the anticipation that hangs heavy in the air.

"My favorite position?" Sanji repeats, his voice playfull. "Well, Mosshead, I have a few favorites, but there's one in particular that I've been dreaming about with you."

With a slow, deliberate motion, Sanji leans in closer to Zoro, his breath ghosting over the swordsman's ear as he whispers his answer.

"I want to feel you beneath me, completely at my mercy," he murmurs, his voice dripping with lust. "I want to see the way your body arches and trembles as I take you, I want to look you in the eye when you come."

A low growl escapes Zoro's lips at Sanji's words, his own desire burning fiercely within him. With a fierce determination, he reaches out Sanji's back, pulling him closer until their bodies are pressed tightly together, skin against skin. He captures the cook's lips, playing with his tongue.

"Ok Cook, you better satisfy me."

Sanji's hands tremble slightly as he reaches for the bottle of lube, his nerves tingling with anticipation as he prepares to take control of the moment. With a deep breath to steady his nerves, Sanji coats his fingers with lube, his touch feather-light as he trails teasing patterns along Zoro's heated skin. He teases a bit the entrance as his breath hot against Zoro's ear.

"Tell me if I do something wrong, please."

Zoro nods and gasps as Sanji's finger slides inside him, a rush of pleasure coursing through him at the intimate contact. His body responds instinctively to Sanji's touch, his muscles relaxing as he enjoys the intrusion. Sanji's movements are slow and deliberate as he continues to explore, his touch gentle yet firm. Sanji may never have touched a man like that, but he knows how the human body is made.

"You're so tight, Mosshead," Sanji murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. "And it's only one finger..."

Zoro pinches his lips to not moan. He may be the one who is fucked, he doesn't want to moan like a virgin. Sanji inserts a second finger to stretch Zoro’s walls. The heat of his body begins to test his patience. Sanji reaches out with his other hand Zoro’s well-drawn abs. He feels them contracting under his fingers and acknowledges that he finds it sexy. Sanji bends over and kisses his lips, playing with his tongue and curls his fingers inside him. A moan muffled in his kiss answers him while the body below him arches. Surprised, Sanji straightens and curls his fingers several times until Zoro closes his eyes and tightens the sheets with his fists as his back bows. The cook understands and smiles, victorious, he knows that he has just found his lover’s sweet spot.

"Right here, huh?"

Sanji's lips curl into a wicked smirk as he feels Zoro's reaction to his touch, a surge of satisfaction coursing through him at the knowledge that he's bringing his lover pleasure. With newfound confidence, he continues to tease Zoro's prostate, his fingers moving with expert precision as he seeks to drive him wild with desire.

"Yeah, right there, Mosshead," Sanji purrs, his voice dripping with seduction as Zoro’s body bows again. "You like that, huh? You like it when I touch you here~"

Zoro's response is a silence moan, shut by his sealed lips, his body trembling with need as Sanji's fingers work their magic.

"You're so fucking hot like this, Zoro," Sanji murmurs, his voice full of desire. "I can feel your inside trembling, you want my cock that bad?"

Sanji's smirk widens at Zoro's refusal to beg, his determination fueling his desire to push his lover to the brink of ecstasy. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he increases the pressure of his fingers, teasing Zoro's prostate with deliberate intent as he seeks to break through his resolve.

"You're so stubborn, Mosshead," Sanji teases, his voice laced with amusement. "But I can feel how badly you want it. You're practically begging for it, even if you won't admit it."

With his second hand, Sanji grabs Zoro sensitive and very hard length and apply rapid strokes, making imposible for Zoro to not moan, while a third finger enters him. The double simulation turn the Swordsman's cheeks very red. Sweat flows from his forehead, he restrains himself not to shout his pleasure, his pride too precious.

"I'm gonna make you come, you know, if you don't ask me to fuck you now. Would be such a faste..." Whispers Sanji in Zoro's ear as he nibbles the earrings.

Zoro's breath catches in his throat as Sanji's words send a surge of desire coursing through him, his body trembling with need as the cook's expert touch drives him wild with pleasure. The sensation of Sanji's fingers teasing his prostate combined with the rapid strokes on his length sends waves of ecstasy crashing over him, threatening to overwhelm his senses.

Despite his pride, Zoro's resolve begins to waver in the face of such intense stimulation, his desire for release pushing him to the brink of surrender. His cheeks flush with embarrassment as he struggles to hold back his moans, his body betraying him in its desperate quest for pleasure. Sanji's lips trail teasingly along his ear, sending shivers down his spine as he feels the warmth of his breath against his skin. His heart races with anticipation as Sanji's words sink in, the promise of release dangling just out of reach as he teeters on the edge of ecstasy.

With a primal growl of desire, Zoro finally gives in to his longing, his voice rough with need as he whispers his plea. "Fuck me," he gasps, his words barely above a whisper. "C'mon, Lovecook, show me your so-called talent for making love."

Sanji's heart pounds in his chest as Zoro's demand echoes in his ears, his own cock hurting as he prepares to finally claim his lover. Despite his nerves, he's eager to fulfill Zoro's request, to show him the depths of his passion and desire.

With trembling hands, Sanji positions himself between Zoro's legs, his gaze locked with his lover's as he inches closer, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He takes a deep breath to steady himself, his movements slow and deliberate as he lines himself up with Zoro's entrance. With a gentle push, Sanji begins to penetrate Zoro, his breath catching in his throat as he feels the tight heat of his lover's body enveloping him. It's a moment of pure ecstasy, the culmination of all their desires and longing finally coming to fruition.

Zoro's gasp of pleasure spurs Sanji on, his own arousal building with each inch of progress. He takes his time, savoring the sensation of being inside Zoro, of being so intimately connected with the one he loves.

"God, you feel amazing, Mosshead," Sanji murmurs, his voice filled with awe and reverence as he continues to push deeper, his movements slow and steady as he seeks to fully sheath himself within his lover's warmth.

As he finally buries himself fully inside Zoro, a wave of euphoria washes over Sanji, his body trembling with the intensity of their connection. Sanji's breath catches in his throat as he gazes down at Zoro beneath him. The flush of arousal painting Zoro's cheeks a rosy hue, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline and the defined contours of his face. The sheen of sweat glistens on his skin in the dim light of the room, tracing the lines of his toned muscles as they flex and ripple with each movement. Sanji's eyes roam hungrily over Zoro's body, taking in every detail with ravenous hunger. The taut muscles of his chest and abdomen are highlighted by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window, casting shadows that dance across his skin in a tantalizing display. His breath comes in short, ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling with each heartbeat, a symphony of desire echoing in the stillness of the night. Zoro turns his eyes to Sanji and an expression of surprise appears on his face.

"Cook you... Your nose is bleeding!"

"Huh??" Sanji panics as he wipes his nose, realizing that indeed he is bleeding from the nose.

"You have a nosebleed... because of me?" Zoro continues, shocked.

Zoro's surprise quickly turns into amusement as he watches Sanji's panicked reaction to his nosebleed. Despite the intensity of their intimate moment, Zoro can't help but find the situation somewhat comical.

"Looks like I'm just too much for you to handle, Cook," Zoro teases, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he watches Sanji frantically try to stem the flow of blood. "Didn't think I had that effect on you."

Sanji's cheeks flush with embarrassment as he realizes the cause of his nosebleed, his pride taking a slight hit at Zoro's playful jibe.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Mosshead," Sanji grumbles, his voice tinged with amusement despite himself. "Just don't think this means you've won. I'll show you just how much of a handful I can be."

Zoro's laughter fills the air as he leans in closer to Sanji, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "Looking forward to it, Cook," he murmurs, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

With a playful glint in his eyes, Sanji resumes their lovemaking, his movements slow and deliberate as he begins to rock his hips gently against Zoro's. Each thrust is accompanied by whispered compliments and words of affection, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet of the room.

"So tight…," Sanji murmurs, his breath hot against Zoro's skin as he peppers kisses along his jawline. "So perfect... so beautiful..."

Zoro's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at Sanji's words, his pride warring with his desire to surrender to the pleasure coursing through him. With a determined effort, he bites back his moans, his jaw clenched tight as he fights to maintain control.

Sanji's playful smirk widens as he notices Zoro's efforts to contain his moans, his determination only fueling Sanji's desire to break through his lover's defenses. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he adjusts the speed and angle of his thrusts, each movement calculated to elicit a response from Zoro.

At first, Sanji's hips move with a slow, tantalizing rhythm, drawing out each sensation as he teases Zoro with gentle caresses and whispered endearments. But as Zoro's resistance grows, Sanji increases the tempo, his movements becoming more urgent and demanding.

"You can't hold back forever, Mosshead," Sanji whispers, his voice dripping with desire as he trails kisses along Zoro's neck, his breath hot against his skin. "I know you want this as much as I do."

Despite Sanji's efforts, Zoro remains steadfast, his jaw clenched tight as he fights to maintain control. But Sanji isn't deterred; if anything, the challenge only spurs him on further. With a sudden shift in his movements, Sanji changes tactics, his hips moving with expert precision as he seeks out Zoro's most sensitive spot. When Sanji finally find it, Zoro gasps before closing is eyes.

"Oh, here?" Asks Sanji, giving a quick movement into the prostate of Zoro, making him tighten his thighs around Sanji. "Yeah definitely here. Alright, Roronoa Zoro, now I'm going to make you cry."

Sanji's words hang heavy in the air, a promise of the intensity to come as he takes Zoro's reaction as a sign to push further. With a fierce determination, he becomes more forceful, his movements becoming rapid and unrelenting as he drives himself deeper into Zoro, hitting his prostate with precision. Zoro's breath hitches in his throat as the overwhelming pleasure threatens to consume him, his body tensing in response to Sanji's relentless assault on his senses. Each thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through him, his grip on the sheets tightening as he struggles to maintain his composure.

But Sanji shows no mercy, his dominance fueling his desire to push Zoro to the brink of ecstasy. With each movement, he drives deeper into Zoro, his pace relentless as he seeks to overwhelm him with pleasure.

Zoro's resistance crumbles under the onslaught, his resolve shattered as Sanji's expert touch pushes him past the point of no return. With a primal roar of pleasure, he finally surrenders to the ecstasy consuming him, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him. His moans fill the room and Sanji smiles with satisfaction as he firmly grips her lover’s hips to be even more brutal.

"Mhh... moan for me, Zoro. Tell me it feels good."

Zoro's mind is a haze of pleasure, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations coursing through him. His moans echo in the room, a symphony of ecstasy that fills the air as Sanji's relentless thrusts drive him to the edge of madness.

"It feels... so good," Zoro gasps between ragged breaths, his voice thick with desire as he surrenders himself completely to Sanji's touch. "God, Cook, don't stop..."

Sanji's grin widens at Zoro's request, his own cock hardening even more as he revels in the power he holds over his lover. With each movement of his hips, he drives deeper into Zoro, his pace unrelenting as he seeks to push him even further into the abyss of pleasure.

"You like that, huh?" Sanji purrs, his voice dripping with lust as he leans in close to Zoro, his breath hot against his ear. "You like it when I fuck you like this? Damn my cock fills you so well."

With each word, Sanji's movements become more fervent, more desperate, as he loses himself in the heat of their passion. His hips drive forward with relentless force, pushing Zoro to the brink of ecstasy with each powerful thrust. Zoro's moans fill the air, a symphony of pleasure that drives Sanji wild with desire.

Sanji's lips find Zoro's in a searing kiss, their tongues dancing in a frenzy of passion as they lose themselves in each other. His hands roam freely over Zoro's heated skin, tracing every curve and contour with reverent touches that send shivers down his lover's spine. Sanji can feel Zoro’s walls tightening around him.

“God Zoro… you are about to come, right? You are squeezing me like crazy…”

Sanji's words only serve to push Zoro closer to the edge, his body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through him. With each powerful thrust, he feels himself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, his senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensations enveloping him.

"I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna come," Zoro gasps, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his release. But Sanji's relentless assault on his senses leaves him powerless to resist, and with a primal roar of pleasure, he finally succumbs to the ecstasy consuming him.

A wave of pure bliss washes over Zoro as he climaxes, his body convulsing with the force of his release as he spills himself against Sanji's stomach. His screams of pleasure fill the room, mingling with Sanji's own guttural groans as he reachs is own peak. Sanji can feel Zoro's walls tightening around him, the sensation driving him to the brink of his own release. With a primal growl of desire, he continues to thrust into Zoro, his movements becoming more frantic and desperate as he seeks his own release.

"God, Zoro... you feel so fucking good," Sanji grunts, his voice thick with desire as he feels himself nearing the edge. "Can I... can I come inside you?"

As Zoro's nod of consent gives Sanji the permission he seeks, a surge of primal need courses through Sanji's veins, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. With one final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside Zoro, his body tensing as he reaches the peak of his pleasure.

“Ohhh God!” Sanji releases himself inside Zoro, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm as he spills his essence deep within his lover. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over him, leaving him breathless and spent as he collapses against Zoro, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs.

As they both lay there, spent and breathless, a comfortable silence descends upon them, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing. Their bodies are slick with sweat, tangled together in a mess of limbs and tangled sheets, but there's a sense of contentment that fills the air. After a few long minutes of catching their breath, Zoro finally breaks the silence with a husky laugh, his voice tinged with amusement as he gazes up at Sanji.

"Well, Cook," he says, a playful glint in his eye, "I gotta hand it to you. You definitely live up to your reputation when it comes to making love."

Sanji chuckles, a pleased smile spreading across his face as he looks down at Zoro. "I'll take that as a compliment, Mosshead," he replies, his tone light and teasing. "But let's not forget who's the one who couldn't keep his hands off me."

Zoro's cheeks flush with embarrassment at the reminder, but there's a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he meets Sanji's gaze. "Hey, I wasn't the only one," he retorts, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You were pretty eager yourself, Lovecook."

Their laughter fills the air, a harmonious blend of affection and camaraderie as they bask in the intimacy of the moment. Zoro's playful demeanor brings a smile to Sanji's lips, his heart swelling with love for the man lying beside him. With a gentle tug, Sanji pulls Zoro closer, his lips meeting his in a tender kiss that speaks volumes of the love and passion they share. Their kiss is slow and lingering, a silent affirmation of their bond and commitment to each other.

As they break apart, Zoro's mischievous grin returns, his eyes dancing with amusement as he teases Sanji once more. "So, Lovecook," he says, his voice laced with playful teasing, "how was it? Your first time having gay sex?"

Sanji's cheeks flush at the question, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement coloring his features. "Oh god, don't say that,"

Sanji's reply makes Zoro smile more widely, his mischievous eyes gleaming."Hey cook, it could have been worse, you could have been the bottom."

"Oh my god, shut up! Stupid Swordsman!" Screams Sanji as he tries to smother Zoro with a pillow.

Zoro bursts into laughter as Sanji attempts to smother him with the pillow, their playful banter filling the room with warmth and joy. Despite the mock outrage in Sanji's voice, there's a fondness in his eyes that Zoro can't help but feel deeply touched by.

"Hey now, no need for violence, Lovecook," Zoro teases, dodging Sanji's attempts to smother him with the pillow. "I'm just messing with you."

Sanji huffs in exasperation, but there's a playful glint in his eyes as he finally relents, setting the pillow aside with a smirk. "You're lucky I enjoyed myself, Mosshead," he grumbles, though the affection in his voice is unmistakable.

Zoro's grin widens at Sanji's playful retort, his heart swelling with love for the man beside him. "I am lucky, aren't I?" he replies, his tone warm and affectionate as he reaches out to ruffle Sanji's hair.

Sanji swats Zoro's hand away with a mock scowl, but there's a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he stands up from the bed. "Come on, Mosshead," he says, holding out his hand to Zoro. "Let's go wash off and then we can cuddle up in bed."

Zoro takes Sanji's hand with a smile, allowing himself to be pulled up from the bed. Together, they make their way to the bathroom, their laughter echoing through the air as they share in the simple joy of each other's company.

The warm water of the shower cascades over them, washing away the sweat and remnants of their lovemaking. As they step out of the shower, their bodies still tingling from the warmth of the water, Zoro wraps a towel around his waist while Sanji does the same. With a shared smile, they return to the bedroom, where the soft glow of moonlight spills through the window, casting a gentle light across the room.

Without a word, they crawl under the covers, their bodies fitting together perfectly as they settle into their familiar embrace. The warmth of the bed envelops them, cocooning them in a sense of safety and security.

Sanji's heart races as he gazes into Zoro's eyes, his love for the swordsman burning brighter than ever before. This is the moment he's been waiting for, the moment when he can finally say those three little words that mean everything. He promised to say them when all of this was over, when I was sure to be fully human.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Sanji reaches out to gently cup Zoro's cheek, his thumb brushing against his skin in a tender caress. "Zoro," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper, "I love you."

Zoro's eyes widen in surprise at Sanji's confession, his heart swelling with emotion as he gazes back at the cook, smiling. "I know cook," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion, "I love you too."

With their declarations of love hanging in the air, Zoro and Sanji share a tender smile, their hearts overflowing with warmth and affection for each other. In the quiet of the night, they lie entwined in each other's arms, their breathing gradually slowing as they succumb to the gentle pull of sleep.

As they drift off into dreams, their bodies pressed close and their hearts beating in unison, they find solace in the knowledge that they are loved and cherished beyond measure. Wrapped in the comfort of each other's embrace, they fall into a peaceful slumber, their love guiding them through the darkness and into the promise of a new day filled with endless possibilities.

Chapter Text

It’s been a week since the Thousand Sunny sailed again since Contest Island, and it felt good. The gentle sway of the ship beneath him, the crisp sea air filling his lungs, and the comforting rhythm of the waves against the hull—all of it served as a soothing balm for Zoro's restless spirit.

Perched high in the crow's nest, Zoro finds solace in the quiet solitude of the night. The stars above shimmer like scattered diamonds in the vast expanse of the sky, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the deck below.

As he sits cross-legged, his eyes closed in meditation, Zoro's mind gradually clears of all distractions, allowing him to sink deeper into a state of tranquil mindfulness. His breaths come slow and steady, the rhythmic inhale and exhale echoing the gentle ebb and flow of the ocean below.

In this moment of stillness, Zoro feels a profound sense of connection—to the ship, to the sea, and to the crew who have become his family. They've faced countless challenges together, weathered storms both literal and metaphorical, and emerged stronger each time. And now, as they sail onward into the unknown, Zoro finds himself filled with a quiet confidence, knowing that whatever lies ahead, they will face it together.

Zoro’s thoughts inevitably drift to Sanji, his cook, his lover.

Their relationship had blossomed unexpectedly during their time on Contest Island, culminating in a passionate night of intimacy that had left Zoro surprised and pleased. Since returning to sea, they had been discreet with their affections, sharing stolen moments of intimacy in the quiet corners of the ship. Their love-making was confined to the cover of night, when the rest of the crew slept soundly, their embraces are always passionate, a little brutal and for sure intense. Zoro visualizes their sweaty bodies very well, against each other and their jerky breaths.

But despite the undeniable happiness he feels with Sanji, Zoro can't shake the lingering sense of restraint that haunts him during their most intimate moments. Ever since they slept together for the first time, he finds himself unable to truly let go, holding back his desires and remaining in control even as pleasure courses through him.

It's a frustrating realization—one that weighs heavily on his mind as he sits in the crow's nest, the quiet of the night offering little solace. He knows that he should be able to surrender himself fully to the ecstasy of their love-making, to moan freely and writhe with abandon in Sanji's arms. But something holds him back, a stubborn insistence on maintaining control even in the throes of passion.

Deep down, Zoro knows that this reluctance stems from a fear of vulnerability, a fear of losing himself completely to the overwhelming tide of emotions that Sanji stirs within him.

As the first light of dawn begins to paint the horizon in hues of pink and gold, he stops his meditation. An intense yawn surprises him when he realizes that he has not yet slept that night, due to his surveillance. Some crew member will soon wake up, including the idiot cook who has to prepare breakfast. Zoro decides to go to sleep and descends from the crow’s nest towards the boys' quarter.

The soft rays of dawn filter through the windows of the boys' quarters aboard the Thousand Sunny, casting a warm glow over the sleeping figures nestled in their bunks. Among them, Sanji stirs, his body instinctively awakening to the gentle call of the morning. With a quiet sigh, he blinks his eyes open, the world still cloaked in the hazy veil of sleep. But even in the early hours, there's a sense of purpose that stirs within him, urging him to rise and greet the day.

Slowly, he sits up, his movements fluid and graceful as he swings his legs over the edge of the bunk. He takes a moment to stretch, his muscles protesting the abrupt awakening but soon yielding to the familiar rhythm of his morning routine. First, he heads to the back of the ship. The fresh wind and the iodine smell of the sea offer a feeling of well-being. With deep breathing, he begins his morning routine of body weight and stretching, each deliberate and precise movement as he works to awaken his body and clear his mind.

As the minutes pass, his muscles gradually loosen, the tension of sleep melting away with each stretch and flex. He loses himself in the rhythm of his movements, the steady cadence of his breath guiding him through the familiar sequence.

Once he's finished, he rises to his feet, a sense of invigoration coursing through him as he prepares for the day ahead. With a quick glance at the clock, he realizes it's time to head to the bathroom. After a refreshing shower to cleanse away the remnants of sleep, Sanji emerges, towel draped over his shoulder as he dries himself off. He takes a moment to gaze into the mirror, adjusting his tie with a practiced hand and styling his hair. Of course, as a finishing touch, he puts a few drops of Cologne on his neck.

Sanji makes his way towards the galley, his steps steady and sure as he navigates the familiar corridors of the Thousand Sunny. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and the promise of a new day's culinary delights beckon him forward.

As he approaches his destination, he spots Zoro climbing down the crow’s nest, his expression relaxed and a bit tired after finishing his night duty. Sanji’s heart accelerates as he sees him. Their eyes meet, a silent understanding passing between them as they share a tender moment in the quiet morning hours.

"Morning, Mosshead," Sanji greets him with a warm smile, his voice soft with affection.

"Morning, Cook," Zoro replies, returning the smile with equal warmth in his eyes.

They close the distance without a second thought, their bodies melding together in a sweet embrace. Sanji’s lips eagerly press against Zoro’s, claiming his morning dose of tenderness.

"Sleep well, Marimo," Sanji murmurs against Zoro's lips, his voice laced with affection.

"Have a good day, Cook," Zoro replies, as he returns the kiss.

With a final exchange of gentle kisses, they part ways, each one heading towards their respective location. While Sanji disappears into the kitchen, the sensation of their shared kisses remains on his lips. He smiles like an idiot, his heart beating fast. This kind of kisses, at the corner of a corridor, early in the morning or late at night, he is so addicted to.

He is way to much in love. But is it a problem? Not at all.

Later in the day, while the warm late morning light filtering through the windows of the galley, Sanji is diligently preparing lunch for the crew, his focus on the task at hand as he hums softly to himself. The scent of spices and simmering ingredients fills the air, creating an inviting atmosphere that beckons the crew to gather and partake in the meal.

As Sanji works, lost in the rhythm of his cooking, he doesn't notice the quiet footsteps approaching from behind. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist, pulling him back against a solid chest. He recognizes Zoro without difficulty by his grip and his warm and metallic smell.

"Zoro," Sanji exclaims, a mixture of surprise and delight coloring his tone as he leans back into Zoro's embrace. "What are you doing here?"

Zoro chuckles softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he nuzzles into the crook of Sanji's neck. "Nothing, just woke up from a nap," he murmurs, his breath warm against Sanji's skin.

Sanji's heart flutters at the sensation, a blush rising to his cheeks as he tilts his head to the side, granting Zoro better access. "You're distracting me," he admits, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips.

With a low chuckle, Zoro presses a soft kiss to Sanji's neck, his lips lingering against the sensitive skin. "Good," he whispers between soft kisses, "You know... I was wondering... Would you enjoy to fuck me against the kitchen counter? Or maybe the oven or..."

Sanji's eyes widen in shock at Zoro's bold suggestion, his cheeks flushing crimson as he stammers incoherently. "Z-Zoro! Are you out of your mind? This is the galley, not... not...," he struggles to find the words, his mind reeling at the audacity of Zoro's proposal.

But before he can gather his thoughts, Zoro's lips find his neck again, trailing soft kisses that send shivers down Sanji's spine. "Come on, Perverted cook, where's your sense of adventure?" Zoro teases.

Sanji lets out a comical scream, his face turning even redder as he pushes against Zoro's chest, trying to put some distance between them. "Out! Out! Get out, you idiot!" he exclaims, his voice a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

Zoro chuckles softly, reluctantly releasing Sanji from his embrace as he backs away with a playful grin. "Fine, fine, I'll behave," he concedes, holding up his hands in surrender. "But you know where to find me if you change your mind."

With a final playful wink, Zoro turns on his heel and heads for the door, leaving Sanji to catch his breath and try to regain his composure. As the door swings shut behind him, Sanji lets out a shaky sigh, shaking his head in disbelief at the whirlwind of emotions that Zoro always seems to stir up in him.

Zoro is always teasing Sanji like a child. Does the cook complain? Never, he loves that. And he is good too with teasing.

Later in the day, as the sun begins to dip towards the horizon, casting long shadows across the deck of the Thousand Sunny, Sanji finds himself in the training area with Zoro. The swordsman is engrossed in his usual routine, practicing his swordplay with a fierce determination that is both awe-inspiring and intimidating.

Sanji watches from the sidelines, a mischievous glint lights up his eyes, a playful smirk forming on his lips. Moving with quiet grace, he approaches Zoro, being careful not to interrupt his focus. When Zoro finishes a challenging set of strikes, sweat glistening on his muscles, and his breath coming in heavy pants, Sanji sees his chance. He casually sidles up behind Zoro, his fingers lightly tracing over Zoro's exposed skin.

Zoro tenses at the unexpected touch, his grip on his swords tightening instinctively as he whirls around to face Sanji, a mixture of surprise and irritation flashing in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing, Shitty-Cook?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous.

But Sanji just smiles innocently, his gaze dancing with amusement as he holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Nothing, nothing at all," he replies, his tone dripping with mischief.

"Idiot..., I'm trying to train here," Zoro protests weakly, though his voice lacks conviction as Sanji's touch sends shivers of pleasure coursing through him.

Sanji just chuckles softly, his lips quirking into a sly grin as he leans in closer, his breath warm against Zoro's ear. "Who says training can't be fun?"

As Zoro feels Sanji's teasing touch, he can't help but feel a rush of excitement. Despite his attempts to resist, there's a part of him that's intrigued by Sanji's playful antics. With a smirk, Sanji keeps going, tracing patterns on Zoro's back that make his breath catch. But just as Zoro starts to give in, Sanji pulls away, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oops, sorry Zoro," Sanji says innocently, his tone dripping with feigned innocence as he takes a step back. "I got carried away. I should probably go prepare dinner now."

Zoro blinks in confusion, the spell broken as he watches Sanji retreat with a mixture of surprise and frustration. "Hey, wait a minute," he calls after Sanji, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You can't just...!"

But Sanji just chuckles softly, a satisfied grin playing at the corners of his lips as he enjoys his payback before disappearing into the galley.

"Bastard..." Whispers Zoro with a smile. As he resumes his training, a smirk tugs at his lips despite himself, secretly amused by Sanji's antics. It seems payback truly is a dish best served with a side of mischief.

Sometimes, during nights, when the world around them is shrouded in darkness and silence, Sanji stirs restlessly in his bunk, his sleep disturbed by the lingering echoes of a nightmare that refuses to release its grip on his mind. The same nightmare. They have decreased but they are still present, claiming that his childhood trauma is still present.

With a soft gasp, he sits up abruptly, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggles to shake off the remnants of the haunting dream. Beside him, Zoro slumbers peacefully in his own bunk, his breathing steady and even, unaware of Sanji's turmoil. For a moment, Sanji considers waking Zoro, seeking comfort in the reassuring presence of his lover. But something holds him back, a silent resolve to face his demons alone, without burdening Zoro with his own fears and insecurities.

Quietly, he slips out of his bunk, careful not to disturb Zoro's sleep or someone else's sleep as he makes his way to the bathroom. The cool tiles beneath his feet offer a sense of grounding as he enters the dimly lit space, the soft glow of the moon filtering in through the frosted window.

As Sanji stands in the bathroom, the faint light casting shadows across his weary face, he takes a moment to collect himself. The memories of his nightmare still linger, like ghosts haunting the corners of his mind, but he knows he must push them aside for now. With trembling hands, he turns on the faucet, the sound of running water filling the room with a soothing rhythm. He waits until the bath is filled with warm water, then slowly lowers himself into the comforting embrace of the tub. The water envelops him, offering a brief respite from the turmoil of his thoughts. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to sink deeper into the warmth, hoping to find solace in the quiet sanctuary of the bath.

But even here, in the peaceful solitude of the bathroom, the echoes of his nightmare still linger. He can feel the weight of his past pressing down on him, threatening to drag him under.

Desperate for relief, Sanji reaches for the meditation techniques that Zoro taught him. With each breath, he focuses on the sensation of the water against his skin, the rhythm of his heartbeat, the rise and fall of his chest. Slowly, the tension begins to ebb away, replaced by a sense of calm and tranquility. He lets himself be carried away by the gentle currents of the bath, allowing them to wash away the remnants of his fears and insecurities.

In the quiet darkness of the night, Sanji finds a measure of peace, if only for a moment. And as he emerges from the water, cleansed and renewed, he knows that he's one step closer to overcoming the demons that still haunt him.

As Sanji quietly makes his way back to the boys' quarters, his mind still clouded with the remnants of his nightmare, he passes through the dimly lit corridors of the Thousand Sunny. The ship is quiet at this hour, the only sound the gentle hum of the engines beneath his feet. As he turns a corner, he comes face to face with Franky, who is working on some repairs in the hallway. The shipwright looks up, his cybernetic eyes glowing softly in the darkness as he spots Sanji's weary expression.

"Hey, Sanji-bro," Franky greets him, his voice warm with concern. "Everything okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Sanji forces a smile, trying to mask the lingering unease that still lingers within him. "Yeah, just a rough night," he replies, his voice betraying a hint of exhaustion.

Franky nods understandingly, his mechanical fingers deftly adjusting a loose bolt. "I get it, man. Nightmares can be tough. But you got this, right!"

Sanji's smile softens at Franky's encouraging words, grateful for the shipwright's unwavering support. He nods in acknowledgment, the weight of his worries feeling just a little lighter with Franky's reassurance.

"Thanks, Franky." Sanji replies sincerely, his voice tinged with gratitude. "And yeah, I'll get through it. Just need to shake off the cobwebs, you know?"

Franky chuckles warmly, "Of course! You're one tough cook, Sanji-bro. But hey, if you ever need to talk or anything, I'm always here for you, alright?"

Sanji's smile widens at Franky's offer, touched by the shipwright's genuine concern. "I appreciate that. Really, I do."

"Hey, by the way, have you noticed that Zoro-bro's been training harder than usual lately?" he asks, curiosity evident in his voice.

Sanji's brow furrows slightly in response, his mind turning over Franky's observation. "Now that you mention it, yeah, I have," he admits, a note of concern creeping into his tone. "I wonder what's got him so fired up..."

Franky's surprise is evident in his expression as he raises an eyebrow at Sanji's response. "Really? He said to you? Aren’t you two supposed to talk?" he questions, his curiosity piqued.

"Why the Mosshead and I are supposed to talk?"

"Well, I thought you two were talking. After all, you are involved." Answers Franky shamelessly.

Sanji's cheeks flush a deep shade of red at Franky's unabashed comment, his surprise evident in the way his eyes widen slightly. He clears his throat awkwardly, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips as he tries to regain his composure. Franky grins mischievously, his cybernetic eyes twinkling with amusement as he nudges Sanji playfully.

"Come on, Sanji-bro, don't be shy. We all know you two are a thing."

Sanji's blush deepens at Franky's comment, "How? We hide all the time!".

"Well hard to not catch how Zoro was always around during three weeks at Contest Island while you were sick, Sanji-bro."

Sanji's embarrassment only deepens at Franky's explanation, realizing that their attempts to keep their relationship under wraps hadn't been as subtle as they'd thought. He scratches the back of his head awkwardly, feeling a mixture of chagrin and admiration for Franky's perceptiveness.

"I see..." Sanji admits with a sheepish grin, his cheeks still flushed with color. "Thanks for, uh, not saying anything sooner."

Franky chuckles good-naturedly, clapping Sanji on the back in a friendly gesture. "No worries, Sanji-bro. Everyone knows but nobody wants to turn your relationship into a soap opera."

Sanji's embarrassment begins to ebb away at Franky's reassuring words, grateful for his understanding and discretion. He offers a small nod of appreciation, a sense of relief washing over him as he realizes that their secret is safe with Franky.

"Thanks, Franky," Sanji replies, his voice soft but sincere. "Uh, well, yeah, we do talk, but... not about everything."

Franky's expression softens, his cybernetic eyes reflecting genuine concern as he regards Sanji. "Just keep an eye on him, alright? If he's pushing himself too hard, it might be worth having a chat with him."

Sanji nods in agreement, a sense of responsibility settling over him as he considers Franky's words. "Yeah, I will. Thanks for letting me know, Franky."

With a final pat on the back, Franky offers Sanji a reassuring smile before returning to his work. Sanji watches him go, feeling grateful for his friend's support and understanding. As he heads back to his bunk, lying on the soft mattress, the weight of Franky's words lingers in his mind. Of course he noticed that Zoro was training more than usual, but it did not shock him more than that. As long as he doesn’t get hurt, Sanji doesn’t interfere with his training.

Silently, he slips out of his bunk and makes his way to Zoro's, careful not to disturb the sleeping swordsman. With gentle movements, he lies down beside Zoro, snuggling close to him in the darkness. Zoro stirs slightly at the sensation of Sanji's presence, but he doesn't wake up. Sanji wraps an arm around him, feeling the steady rise and fall of Zoro's chest beneath his touch. In the quiet of the night, with Zoro's warmth enveloping him, Sanji finally finds the peace and comfort he's been seeking. And as sleep begins to claim him, he drifts off with a contented smile.

The sun beats down mercilessly on the deck of the Thousand Sunny as it sails through the calm waters, a gentle breeze stirring the air and carrying the scent of salt and sea spray. It's been two weeks since they left Contest Island and Wano is now far behind them. A pleasant routine has settled on the boat, and though the excitement of discovering a new island, a new adventure, is present, this calm is greatly appreciated. Well quiet... when Usopp doesn’t set off fireworks or Luffy doesn’t get hit by Nami after a mistake, or when Zoro and Sanji don’t fight. Yes, because they may be in love, some things do not change. Their rivalry is always present, their little fights and bickering too.

On this afternoon, Zoro and Sanji stand at opposite ends of the deck. Zoro just finishes a series of workouts, shirtless and gulping a bottle of water, while Sanji leans on the railing, a cigarette between his lips. Their eyes meet and it's enough to trigger a bickering.

The familiar glint of challenge sparkles in Zoro's eyes as he catches Sanji's gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Oi, Cook," he calls out, his voice dripping with mock superiority, "shouldn't you be doing something useful for once instead of lazing around like a useless sack of potatoes?"

Sanji's jaw tightens at the jibe, his brows furrowing in irritation as he flicks the ash from his cigarette. "And what about you, Moss for brain?" he shoots back, his tone laced with thinly veiled contempt. "Shouldn't you be off somewhere getting lost or tripping over your own feet?"

Zoro's smirk widens into a grin as he pushes himself to his feet, the muscles of his chest rippling with the movement. "At least I have the strength to train and improve myself," he retorts, his voice tinged with arrogance as he flexes his muscles for emphasis, knowing deep down that his cook loves it when he does that.

Sanji scoffs, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "Strength is nothing without skill, stupid Swordsman," he counters, taking a drag from his cigarette before flicking it overboard. "And we all know your fighting skills are about as sharp as a butter knife."

The insult hits its mark, and Zoro's expression darkens with anger as he takes a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides. "You wanna put that theory to the test, Fourth place?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

Sanji meets Zoro's gaze with a challenging glare of his own, the tension between them palpable in the air. "Anytime!" he replies, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Just as it seems they're about to come to blows, a voice interrupts their confrontation, breaking the tension like a sudden gust of wind.

"Hey, you two lovebirds! Quit your squabbling and help me with these sails!" Usopp calls out, gesturing to the ropes that need adjusting.

Zoro's cheeks flush crimson at Usopp's teasing, a scowl crossing his features as he shoots a glare in the sniper's direction. Beside him, Sanji's expression mirrors his own embarrassment, though he does his best to hide it behind a mask of indifference. The crew may not openly acknowledge Zoro and Sanji's relationship, but it's no secret among them. They've all noticed the way Zoro took care of Sanji during his illness on Contest Island, the concern and tenderness in his actions speaking volumes about the depth of their bond.

"We're not lovebirds, you idiot!" Zoro retorts, his voice gruff with indignation as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Sanji's jaw tightens at the remark, but he says nothing, choosing instead to focus his attention on adjusting the sails with Usopp. Despite his outward composure, he can't shake the feeling of discomfort that settles in the pit of his stomach at the reminder of their crewmates' awareness of their relationship.

It isn't that he's ashamed of his feelings for Zoro, far from it. But the thought of their private moments being the subject of gossip among the crew makes him uneasy, a nagging doubt creeping into his mind about whether their love is truly meant to last. Beside him, Zoro remains silent, his own thoughts drifting to similar concerns. He has always prided himself on his strength and independence, but being in a relationship with Sanji has forced him to confront his own vulnerabilities in a way he never has before.

As they work, their bickering resumes in hushed tones, their playful insults and sarcastic remarks serving as a familiar backdrop to the sound of the waves lapping against the ship's hull.

"You know, Mosshead, if you put half as much effort into helping out as you do into insulting me, we might actually get something done," Sanji mutters under his breath, his tone laced with mock annoyance.

Zoro shoots Sanji a sideways glance, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips despite himself. "Oh please, as if you're any better, Cook," he retorts, his tone playful. "You spend more time preening your hair than actually working."

Sanji's eyebrow twitches in irritation at the jab, but he can't help but chuckle under his breath. "At least I know how to prioritize," he quips back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Unlike some people I know."

Usopp can't help but shake his head in exasperation as he listens to Zoro and Sanji's bickering, the sound of their insults and jabs growing louder with each passing moment. He exchanges a weary glance with Nami, who stands nearby, her arms crossed and a scowl etched on her features.

"Those two never change, do they?" Usopp mutters, his tone laced with frustration as he watches Zoro and Sanji continue to trade barbs.

Nami lets out an exasperated sigh, her patience wearing thin as she watches the two men squabble. "No, they don't," she replies, her voice tinged with irritation. "If they don't stop soon, I'm going to give them a piece of my mind."

But before Nami can intervene, the situation takes a turn for the worse. In the midst of their argument, Zoro and Sanji start to fight with the ropes and tangle themselves in it, causing a chaotic mess as they struggle to free themselves.

Usopp's eyes widen in alarm as he watches the scene unfold, realizing the danger of their predicament. "Hey, watch it, you two!" he calls out, but it's too late.

With a loud crash, Zoro and Sanji stumble backward, tripping over each other and sending the ropes flying in all directions. Usopp and Nami barely have time to react before they're caught in the chaos, the ropes tangling around their legs and pulling them to the ground.

"Dammit, Zoro! Sanji!" Usopp shouts, his voice filled with frustration as he struggles to free himself from the tangled mess.

Nami shoots Zoro and Sanji a withering glare, her patience worn thin by their antics. "You two idiots! Look what you've done!" she scolds, her voice sharp with anger.

With a sigh of resignation, Usopp and Nami take matters into their own hands, giving Zoro and Sanji a sound thrashing before ordering them to clean up the mess they have made. As Zoro and Sanji grumble and complain, they are sent to the stern of the ship to wipe the deck clean, their bickering echoing across the deck as they work. They both nurse matching bumps on their heads from Nami's well-deserved punches. Despite the throbbing pain, their rivalry remains as fierce as ever, their bickering continuing unabated as they set to work wiping the deck clean.

With each swipe of the mop, their frustration mounts, and soon they find themselves engaged in a ridiculous battle with their cleaning implements. Zoro swings his mop like a sword, his movements fierce and determined as he attempts to outdo Sanji. Meanwhile, Sanji maneuvers his mop with a grace and agility that belies his frustration, his movements fluid and precise as he tries to one-up the swordsman. Their battle quickly descends into chaos, the deck becoming a battlefield of suds and splashes as they clash with their mops. They dodge and weave around each other, their mop handles clashing with a resounding clang as they vie for dominance.

But as the heat of their battle reaches its peak, something unexpected happens. In a sudden moment of tension and proximity, Zoro and Sanji find themselves locked in a passionate embrace, their lips meeting in a searing kiss that sends sparks flying. It’s always like this, rivalry, bickering, fights and... hot kisses and sometimes sex if no one is around.

Their kiss is fierce and urgent, fueled by the raw energy of their fight and the undeniable attraction that simmers between them. The taste of salt and sweat mingles on their tongues as they explore each other with a hunger that borders on desperation, their rivalry giving way to a deeper, more primal desire.

"Sex. Tonight." Zoro orders, between kisses.

"Crow's nest?" Sanji asks before crashing his lips against Zoro's again.

Caught in the throes of their passion, Zoro and Sanji barely register the words they exchange between kisses, their minds consumed by the heat of the moment. With a nod of agreement, Zoro pulls Sanji closer, his hands tangling in his hair as he deepens their kiss.

As they finally break apart, their chests heaving with exertion, Zoro's eyes burn with a fierce intensity as he gazes down at Sanji. "Crow's nest," he confirms, his voice full of desire.

After their passionate exchange, Zoro and Sanji reluctantly tear themselves away from each other, their minds still consumed by thoughts of what awaits them in the crow's nest later that night. Despite their best efforts to focus on their tasks, their thoughts keep drifting back to each other, a warm anticipation simmering beneath the surface.

As they go about their routine on the boat, Zoro's mind replays the taste of Sanji's lips, the warmth of his touch, and the promise of what's to come. Meanwhile, Sanji can't help but smile to himself as he recalls the fiery intensity in Zoro's eyes, the way he had held him close, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.

Lost in his thoughts while he starts to prepare the dinner, they are momentarily startled when Robin approaches Sanji, her usual calm demeanor masking the hint of amusement in her eyes. "Can I have a coffee Cook-san?"

"Of course Robin-chwan!~", Sanji sings, his eyes in hearts-shape while he does the coffee for the archaeologist. She offers him a smile as she takes a sip of her coffee.

"So, Cook-san," she begins, her voice laced with playful curiosity, "after all, the variable man wasn't an obstacle for you and Swordsman-san?"

Sanji's heart skips a beat at Robin's question, his cheeks flushing slightly as he sets down the coffee pot. He casts a quick glance around the kitchen, ensuring they are alone before turning back to Robin with a sheepish smile.

"Well I..."

"What's make you fall for him at the end?" She asks with goodwill.

Sanji's smile softens at Robin's question, a fond warmth spreading through his chest as he recalls the countless moments that had drawn him to Zoro. As he continues to prepare the meal, his hands moving with practiced precision, he begins to speak, his voice steady and sure.

"It's hard to pinpoint just one thing, Robin-chan," he begins, his tone thoughtful as he stirs the simmering pot on the stove. "But I suppose one of the things that stand out the most is he is just true to himself." Robin listens attentively as Sanji speaks, her expression thoughtful as she takes in his words. "He's not always the best with words," Sanji continues, a wistful smile playing at his lips, "but he has a way of showing his care and support through his actions."

Sanji's mind drifts back to their time on Contest Island, the memory still fresh in his mind. "When I was sick, he didn't treat me like some weak, helpless patient," he explains, his voice tinged with gratitude. "Instead, he pushed me to keep fighting, to keep pushing myself to get better." Sanji's eyes sparkle with emotion as he recalls the way Zoro had spurred him on, his rivalry serving as a source of strength and motivation when he needed it most. "He believed in me when I didn't believe in myself," he continues, a soft smile gracing his lips. "And that meant more to me than words could ever express."

Robin nods in understanding, her gaze filled with quiet admiration. "He sounds like a good partner," she remarks, her tone warm.

Sanji's smile widens at her words, a swell of affection warming his chest. "He is," he agrees wholeheartedly. "You know, he never wanted to be in a relationship because it was a hindrance to his goal. But he took the risk of being in a relationship with me. And he doesn’t pretend, he acts like a real partner."

Robin smiles kindly at Sanji’s words. The way he talks about Zoro shows his love for him. The archaeologist remembers their previous conversation before they got together, she remembers very well why Sanji had trouble engaging with Zoro, so with a playful smile she asks:

"Have you figured out how to deal with the sex problem?"

Sanji's cheeks flush crimson at Robin's question, his embarrassment evident as he fidgets slightly while continuing to stir the pot on the stove. Despite his discomfort, he appreciates Robin's understanding and openness, knowing that she's someone he can trust with such personal matters.

"Uh, well..." he stammers, his voice trailing off as he searches for the right words. "It's... it's complicated."

Robin offers him a reassuring smile, her expression kind and patient. "Take your time, Sanji," she says gently. "I'm here to listen."

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Sanji gathers his thoughts before continuing. "At first, I was hesitant," he admits, his tone hesitant. "I mean, being with a man was... new to me, to say the least. But Zoro... he was patient, understanding. He never pressured me into anything."

As he speaks, Sanji can feel the weight of his doubts and insecurities lifting, replaced by a sense of warmth and gratitude for the man he loves. "And when we finally... well, you know," he continues, his cheeks flushing even darker, "it felt... natural. Right, even."

"So you did have sex, indeed!" Chuckles Robin, to tease Sanji a little.

Sanji's cheeks burn even brighter at Robin's teasing, his embarrassment evident as he shifts uncomfortably on his feet. "Y-yeah, we did," he admits, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

Robin chuckles softly at Sanji's reaction, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I'm glad to hear it went well," she says warmly, her tone teasing but supportive. However, despite Sanji’s shy and cheerful smile, Robin notices his shoulders a little low, a sign that something is weighing him down. She uses her powers to see if anyone approaches the kitchen. Seeing no one, she gets up and approaches the counter to sit on a high stool in front of Sanji, who is preparing a ratatouille.

"Sanji, what is it? I see something is bothering you. It’s something about your sexuality?"

Sanji's smile falters slightly at Robin's perceptive question, his gaze flickering away as he wrestles with his thoughts. He hadn't intended to bring up his struggles with his sexuality, but Robin's insightfulness leaves him feeling exposed, vulnerable.

"It's... it's not that," he begins, his voice hesitant as he continues to focus on the ratatouille, his movements deliberate and precise. "I mean, I'm comfortable with who I am, with being with Zoro... it's just..."

He trails off, his words faltering as he struggles to articulate the turmoil swirling inside him. Sensing his hesitation, Robin reaches out and places a gentle hand on his arm, her touch warm and comforting.

"You can talk to me, Sanji-san," she says softly, her eyes filled with compassion. "Whatever it is, I'm here to listen."

Sanji's shoulders slump slightly at Robin's reassurance, his resolve crumbling as he finally opens up about his innermost thoughts and fears. "It's just... I've always had this habit," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "With the women I've been with, I've never... I've never asked for anything. I've always focused on their pleasure, on fulfilling their desires, suppressing my own fantasies and desires in the process. Plus, I can’t help but be really romantic and sweet…"

He pauses, his gaze fixed on the countertop as he struggles to put his feelings into words. "And I'm afraid I'm doing the same thing with Zoro," he confesses, his voice tinged with self-doubt. "He's a tough guy, he can take... kinks and stuff, but I'm too afraid to ask, too afraid to be all perky and romantic, too afraid to let myself fully embrace that side of me."

Robin listens intently to Sanji's words, her expression sympathetic as she processes his confession. "It's understandable to feel that way, Sanji" she says gently, her voice soothing. "But you know, from experiences, the men who speak the least are actually the most perverse." She says with a wink.

Sanji's cheeks flush at Robin's playful remark, a surprised chuckle escaping him despite his embarrassment. Her words offer a glimmer of levity in the midst of his inner turmoil, easing the tension that had settled over him.

"I guess you have a point there, Robin-chan," he concedes, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Maybe I've been underestimating Zoro's... adventurous side."

Robin returns his smile with a knowing nod, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Exactly," she agrees, her tone light. "Zoro may not always express it openly, but I have a feeling he'd be more than willing to indulge in whatever fantasies you may have and, nobody said that a rough guy doesn’t like to be treated like treasure."

Sanji's cheeks flush even brighter at the thought, his mind buzzing with newfound possibilities. Maybe he had been too quick to dismiss his desires, too afraid to embrace that side of himself. But with Robin's encouragement and Zoro's unwavering support, he feels a newfound sense of confidence stirring within him.

"Thanks, Robin-chan," he says sincerely, gratitude shining in his eyes.

Robin nods approvingly, her smile warm and encouraging. "I'm glad I could help, Cook-san," she says, her voice filled with genuine kindness.

While she leaves him with his thoughts, as he turns back to his cooking. Quickly, his mind is heading for very... hot thoughts towards Zoro.

Sanji stands behind Zoro, his hands gentle as they trace slow circles along the swordsman's broad shoulders, kneading away the tension that lingers there. "You train so hard, my love," he murmurs, his voice low and tender as he presses a soft kiss to the back of Zoro's neck. "Let me take care of you."

Zoro leans into Sanji's touch, a contented sigh escaping him as he relaxes under the cook's ministrations. "You always know just what I need, Cook," he says, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

With a soft chuckle, Sanji continues his massage, his movements slow and deliberate as he trails his hands down Zoro's back, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through the swordsman's body. But as their intimacy deepens, so too does Sanji's desire, his fantasies taking on a more passionate and intense edge.

With a boldness that surprises even himself, Sanji's hands begin to wander, exploring every inch of Zoro's body with a hunger that borders on desperation. "I want you, Zoro," he whispers, his voice thick with desire as he presses his body flush against the swordsman's, his lips trailing hot kisses along the curve of his neck.

Zoro's breath hitches at Sanji's words, his heart pounding in his chest as he surrenders himself to the overwhelming wave of desire that washes over him. "Fuck me, Cook," he gasps, his voice husky with need as he pulls the cook closer, his hands roaming eagerly over Sanji's body. With a hunger that cannot be denied, Sanji pins Zoro against the bed, his movements possessive and commanding as he claims the swordsman as his own.

His fantasy is interrupted by the sight of drops of blood on his cutting board, fortunately empty of any food. He grabs a handkerchief and mentally slaps himself while bleeding from the nose.

Seriously, I’m really a pervert...

With dinner over and the galley cleaned to perfection, Sanji finds himself growing increasingly restless as he waits for the crew to retire to their quarters. The promise he made to Zoro earlier in the day weighs heavily on his mind, filling him with a potent mixture of anticipation and nervousness. But more than that, it's Robin's words that echo in his thoughts, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions that he struggles to contain.

As he paces the deck of the Thousand Sunny, his mind is consumed by doubt and uncertainty. He's scared of what Zoro might think if he reveals his true desires, afraid of being judged or rejected. But deep down, he knows he can't continue to hide behind his fears, not if he wants to build a truly honest and fulfilling relationship with Zoro.

Summoning every last ounce of courage he possesses, Sanji finally makes his way to the crow's nest, his heart pounding in his chest as he climbs the ladder. With each rung he ascends, his resolve strengthens, until at last he reaches the top, the cool night air washing over him like a balm.

Zoro sits waiting for him, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he watches Sanji approach. "Took you long enough, Cook," he teases, his tone light but tinged with warmth.

Sanji's cheeks flush at Zoro's words, but he manages a sheepish smile as he holds out the bottle of sake he brought with him. "Sorry, Mosshead, It takes time to clean a kitchen when eleven people eat there, especially with Luffy..."

"And here you still think about bringing me sake. Ah, Lovecook, so caring and cute." Teases Zoro in order to make Sanji blushes.

Sanji's cheeks indeed flush a deeper shade of red at Zoro's teasing, a mixture of embarrassment and affection warming his chest. He rolls his eyes playfully, though there's a fondness in his gaze as he hands over the bottle of sake.

"Someone's got to keep you hydrated," he retorts, his tone light but tinged with sincerity. "And besides, it's not just any sake. It's your favorite."

Zoro accepts the bottle with a grateful nod, his smile softening as he looks at Sanji. "Thanks, Cutty-Cook," he chuckles.

Sanji raises an eyebrow at the new nickname, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Cutty-Cook, huh?" he replies, his tone teasing. "I'll have you know, Mosshead, that a chef of my caliber deserves a more dignified title."

Zoro chuckles, taking a sip of sake before responding. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Fancy-Pants Chef," he quips, his tone mockingly formal. "I didn't realize I was in the presence of culinary royalty."

Sanji feigns offense, placing a hand over his heart in mock indignation. "Well, you should consider yourself lucky, Mosshead," he retorts, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Not everyone gets the privilege to be in the presence of the most handsome and talented chef in the world."

Zoro's laughter fills the air at Sanji's exaggerated praise, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he leans back against the railing of the crow's nest. "Ah, so it's flattery you're resorting to now, Cook?" he teases, a playful glint in his gaze. "I should've known you'd try to sweet-talk your way out of it."

Sanji chuckles, shaking his head as he takes a seat beside Zoro, the warmth of their camaraderie easing the tension that had lingered between them. "Flattery or not, Mosshead, the truth remains," he replies with a grin, pouring himself a small cup of sake too, "You're lucky to have me as your chef."

Zoro raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes another sip of sake. "And you're lucky to have me as your swordsman," he counters, his tone light but tinged with pride.

Sanji's smirk widens, a playful glint in his eyes as he takes a sip of sake. "Touché, Mosshead," he concedes, raising his cup in a mock toast. "But speaking of luck, I couldn't help but notice you've been training more than usual these past few days."

Zoro's smirk falters slightly at Sanji's observation, his gaze flickering away for a moment before he meets Sanji's eyes with a nonchalant shrug. "Just keeping sharp," he replies, his tone casual but with a hint of evasion.

Sanji arches an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued by Zoro's vague response. "Hmm, seems like there's more to it than that," he remarks, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Mind sharing what's been driving you to push yourself so hard?"

Zoro hesitates for a moment, his expression guarded as he weighs his words carefully. "It's nothing, really," he deflects, his tone dismissive. "Just some personal goals I'm working towards."

"What kind of personal goals?"

Zoro shifts uneasily, a furrow forming between his brows as he considers Sanji's question. "Well, it's... it's about my new sword, Enma," he admits, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Sanji's interest is immediately piqued, his eyes widening with curiosity as he leans in closer. "Enma?" he echoes, a note of intrigue in his tone. "What's going on with it?"

Zoro's grip tightens on his cup of sake, his gaze drifting to the horizon as he struggles to find the right words. "Enma... it's different," he begins slowly, his voice tinged with reverence. "It's not like any other sword I've wielded before. It has a... a will of its own."

Sanji's brow furrows in confusion, a puzzled frown forming on his lips. "A will of its own?" he repeats, his tone skeptical. "What do you mean?"

Zoro's jaw tightens as he tries to articulate the complex bond he shares with his new sword. "It's hard to explain," he admits, frustration creeping into his voice. "But Enma... it's stubborn. It doesn't trust me yet, doesn't believe I'm worthy of wielding it."

Sanji's eyes widen in understanding as he realizes the gravity of Zoro's words. "So you've been training harder to prove yourself to the sword," he concludes, his tone sympathetic.

Zoro nods, a sense of determination flickering in his gaze. "Exactly," he confirms, his voice firm.

"I haven’t seen you take any real breaks, I know that at least you’re hydrated well, eat well and sleep well enough. But push your body to this point... You have no aches or injuries at least?"

Zoro nods in response to Sanji's question, a faint grimace crossing his features as he admits, "I'm not injured, but my body is feeling a bit sore from all the training."

Sanji's eyes light up with an idea as he recalls his earlier fantasy in the kitchen. A shy smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he hesitantly suggests, "Well, I could help with that... if you want. I mean, I could give you a massage to relieve some of the aches."

Zoro's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at Sanji's offer, a flicker of curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "A massage, huh?" he muses, considering the proposal for a moment. "Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt."

Sanji's heart races with anticipation as he rises to his feet, his movements eager but tentative. He takes the cushions of the circular sofa of the crow’s nest and spreads them on the ground, "Lie down if you want!" he instructs, his voice gentle.

Zoro follows Sanji's lead, stretching out on the cushions with a grateful sigh as he begins to unwind. He glances up at Sanji, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he notices the bottle of massage oil in his hand.

"Alright, let's get started," Sanji says softly, his voice a mixture of nervousness and determination. "But first, you should probably take off your shirt."

Zoro arches an eyebrow at Sanji's suggestion, a smirk playing on his lips as he complies, peeling off his shirt and tossing it aside. "Massage oil, huh?" Zoro comments with a smirk, his tone teasing. "You came prepared, Lovecook."

Sanji's cheeks flush at Zoro's remark, but he brushes off the teasing with a playful grin. "What can I say? I aim to please," he quips, his voice light as he uncaps the bottle and pours a generous amount of oil into his palm.

Sanji's hands glide smoothly over Zoro's skin, the warm oil slicking his touch as he begins to work his magic. With each stroke, he applies just the right amount of pressure, his fingers kneading into the tense muscles with practiced precision.

Starting at the base of Zoro's neck, Sanji's hands move in slow, circular motions, coaxing the tightness from his muscles with a firm yet gentle touch. He traces the line of Zoro's shoulders, his fingertips dancing lightly over the taut sinews as he works his way down Zoro's back. As he moves lower, Sanji's touch grows bolder, his hands exploring every inch of Zoro's body with an undeniable sense of purpose. He presses his thumbs into the knots that have formed in Zoro's lower back, his touch firm and insistent as he works to release the tension that has built up over time. Sanji's fingertips lightly follow the contour of Zoro's spine, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

"You don't have scars on your back..." Whispers Sanji as he notices how Zoro's back is smooth compared to the rest of his body where several scars are there.

"Scars on the back are a swordsman's shame." Answers Zoro, his eyes closed.

As Sanji listens to Zoro's confession, his fingertips go over the silky expanse of Zoro's back, caressing each vertebrae. He moves in closer, his breath warm against Zoro's skin, a sweet grin appears on his lips.

"Got it, so no scars on your back, never." He whispers, as he lays a kiss on his shoulder blade

With gentle hands, Sanji continues to work his magic, his touch growing increasingly sensual as he leans in to press soft kisses along Zoro's spine. Each kiss sends a shiver of pleasure coursing through Zoro's body, his skin tingling with anticipation as Sanji's lips dance across his skin. The smell of cinnamon and pine oil intoxicates Zoro’s nostrils, the sensation of Sanji’s precious, talented hands begins to gently make him lose his head.

"You have very soft skin." Declares Sanji As he caresses intensely from his palm the right side of Zoro, starting from his ribs to his hip, contracting all the muscles in his path and triggering a a sigh of well-being from the swordsman.

Zoro's face flushed with Sanji's compliments, his breath catching in his throat as he struggled to think of a response. His heart pounds in his chest as Sanji's hands continue to explore his back, igniting a fire within him that threatens to consume him whole. But before he can say anything, Sanji's lips are on his skin again, trailing soft kisses along the curve of his spine with a tenderness that gives him goosebumps.

"Everywhere I touch it’s just muscle, your body is so strong." Sanji says as his lips brush his neck.

"You’re surprisingly sweet and romantic tonight."

Sanji's heart skips a beat at Zoro's words, his thoughts thrown into disarray by the unexpected compliment. For a moment, he's buoyed by the warmth of Zoro's praise, the sweetness of the moment enveloping him like a comforting embrace. But then, like a sudden storm on the horizon, his doubts come crashing back with a vengeance.

Maybe, after all, he's being too soft, too romantic for someone like Zoro. Maybe he's treating him like a delicate flower when he's anything but. Panic grips him like a vice as he second-guesses every touch, every word, every gesture. What if Zoro doesn't like this side of him? What if he finds it... emasculating?

"S-sorry, Zoro! It's t-too much ... I didn't..." Sanji starts to stutter while, without realizing it, he stops his massage.

Zoro senses the shift in Sanji's demeanor, his brow furrowing in concern as he feels the sudden tension in the air. He turns his head slightly, trying to catch Sanji's gaze, but the cook's eyes are averted, his expression clouded with uncertainty.

"Cook, what's wrong?" Zoro asks, his voice soft but laced with genuine concern. He reaches out a hand, gently placing it on Sanji's knee in an attempt to coax him to look at him.

Sanji's heart races at Zoro's touch, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wants to tell Zoro everything, to lay bare his fears and insecurities, but the words stick in his throat like cotton. How can he admit to Zoro that he's scared of being too soft, too romantic? That he's afraid of being rejected for being who he is?

"I-I'm sorry, Zoro," Sanji stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to... I just..."

Zoro's grip on Sanji's knee tightens ever so slightly, his eyes filled with a warmth and understanding that sends a rush of relief coursing through Sanji's veins. "Hey, it's okay," Zoro reassures him, his voice gentle but firm. "C'mon keep treating me like royalty, my back is still sore."

Sanji's heart swells with gratitude at Zoro's understanding and encouragement, a sense of relief washing over him like a warm tide. He nods in response to Zoro's request, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he gathers his courage to continue the massage. Emboldened by Zoro's acceptance of his romantic gestures, Sanji leans in closer, his breath ghosting over Zoro's ear as he murmurs:

"So it's ok to say that you have such a handsome body?"

"Yes." Zoro answers with a smile.

With his index finger, again, Sanji caresses Zoro’s spine, making him shiver. "It's also ok when I kiss you like this?" Continue the cook as he barely brushes against his lover’s neck with his lips.

"Mhh... I won't complain..." Moans Zoro.

Sanji's hands move with purpose, slick with oil as he continues his sensual exploration of Zoro's body. His fingers dance over Zoro's skin, tracing every ridge and contour with a reverence that borders on worship.

"Turn your head a little."

Zoro obeys and turns his head slightly to the right. As Sanji massages the skin to the edge of Zoro’s pants, he captures his lips. The kiss is sweet first and gently, the cook inserts his tongue into the mouth of his lover, tasting him, teasing him, igniting a fire within him that threatens to consume him whole. Their lips move together in perfect harmony, a symphony of desire and passion that threatens to consume them both.

“It’s ok for you when I say you have a soft skin and nice eyes?”

“Yeah because it’s coming from you.” Whispers Zoro as he captures Sanji’s lips again.

With Zoro still lying on his stomach, Sanji's hands roam lower, his touch becoming more daring, more intimate. He slides his hand beneath the waistband of Zoro's pants, his fingers grazing over the firm curve of his buttocks with a tenderness that belies the urgency of their desire. Sanji's touch causes shockwaves of pleasure to race through Zoro's body, causing his breath to catch in his throat. Sanji peppers Zoro's neck and shoulders with soft kisses, his movements becoming more urgent, more insistent.

"It's ok when I touch you kindly, Zoro?" Sanji murmurs between kisses, his voice a breathless whisper against Zoro's skin. "You like it?"

Sanji's question sends a jolt of electricity through Zoro's body, his breath hitching in his throat as he feels the warmth of his lover's hands. With a nod, he confirms his desire, his voice barely audible as he grapples to articulate the intensity of his emotions.

"Yes..., I like it."

Sanji's heart swells with warmth at Zoro's response, a rush of affection flooding his senses as he continues to massage his lover's butt. With practiced precision, using the oil still on his fingers, he slides one slowly inside Zoro. The swordsman opens his eyes, surprised, before grabbing the cushions.

"Cook... What are you... mhhh-fuck..." Zoro moans.

Sanji's movements are deliberate and slow, each motion calculated to elicit maximum pleasure from Zoro. He savors the sensation of his finger sliding deeper inside, relishing in the way Zoro's muscles tense and relax beneath his touch. With each thrust of his finger, he feels Zoro's resistance melting away, replaced by a raw, primal need that echoes his own. Once again, he keeps his moan in his mouth.

"Zoro please... if it's ok for me to be sweet and romantic with you, then he should be ok for you to let go and no longer be in control..." Sanji whispers as he slides a second fingers inside Zoro, increasing the heat inside his body.

Sanji's words make Zoro's heart race, his breath catching as he tries to relax and enjoy the pleasure. With each gentle thrust of Sanji's fingers, his resolve wavers, the tantalizing sensation pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Sanji's lips brush against Zoro's neck, trailing soft kisses along the sensitive skin as he continues to work his magic. His touch is firm but gentle, his fingers moving with a practiced precision that sends waves of pleasure rippling through Zoro's body.

"Cook... please..." Zoro gasps.

"What Zoro? What do you want, handsome..." Sanji answers, his voice sweeter than ever as he slides his arm under Zoro shoulders to cuddle him. He gently bites the Swordsman neck and curls his fingers to touches his prostate. Zoro's body trembles beneath Sanji's touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to form coherent thoughts amidst the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through him.

"C'mon, Lovecook..."

With practiced ease, Sanji begins to undress himself, the sound of fabric rustling filling the air as he sheds his clothes. Zoro can't see him, lying on his stomach, but he hears the telltale signs of Sanji's movements, the anticipation sending a thrill of excitement coursing through him. Sanji's warmth comes back against him, Zoro's breath catches in his throat as he feels the weight of his lover's body pressing against his back. Sanji places Zoro’s hands on either side of his head against the pillows and comes to tangle his fingers with his, offering a firm and reassuring grip.

And then, with a tender kiss pressed to the back of Zoro's neck, Sanji begins to enter him, his movements slow and deliberate.

"Damn you are so warm... so tight..." Moans Sanji as he nibbles Zoro ear.

As he moves with slow, deliberate strokes, Sanji's heart fills with affection for Zoro, his desire for his lover overwhelming him. His movements are gentle but insistent. Zoro bites in the cushion, refusing to moan.

"Please Zoro don't... stop controlling everything, not now..." Sanji begs while licking Zoro's neck and pounding slow and intensely inside him.

"I...I can't..."

"Why not?"

Zoro's breath hitches as Sanji's words sink in, his body tense with the effort of holding back his desires. He bites down on the cushion, his grip tightening as he struggles to maintain control in the face of Sanji's passionate onslaught.

"I... I don't know how..." he confesses, his voice strained with frustration and longing. "I've always been in control, all the time... I don't know how to let go in front of you... m-sorry cook."

Zoro's confession breaks Sanji's heart a little bit, making him feel incredibly compassionate as he comprehends the extent of his lover's struggle. A thought occurs to him and he stops moving his hips.

"Can I try something?"

"Huh-uh?" Stutters Zoro, confuses.

Sanji's fingers move with purpose as he reaches for his tie, the fabric soft against his skin and he gently binds it around Zoro's eyes, blindfolding him. Zoro swallows with difficulty, surprised by the sudden darkness that envelops him.

"What are you doing, Cook?" Zoro asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Trust me, Zoro," Sanji says softly, his voice brimming with confidence. "I want to help you relax, but you gotta trust me, alright?”

Zoro hesitates for a moment before nodding. Sanji smiles reassuringly as he lies on his back before guiding Zoro to ride him, the position allowing Zoro to take control like he always did with his previous partners. Without hesitation, Sanji takes his lover again, making Zoro gasps.

"Alright, now focus on what you feel, Zoro," Sanji instructs, his voice calm as his starts to rock his hips. "Focus on the pleasure, on every sensation coursing through your body. Let it guide you, let it consume you."

Sanji's words of encouragement echo in Zoro's mind as he struggles to let go of his inhibitions. The blindfold heightens his senses, intensifying every sensation as he rides Sanji with increasing fervor. But still, there's a lingering sense of restraint holding him back, a reluctance to fully surrender to the pleasure that threatens to consume him.

"I... I can't..." Zoro confesses, his voice strained with frustration.

"Shh, it's okay," Sanji murmurs, his hands gently caressing Zoro's legs as he continues to guide their movements. "Just focus on what you're feeling."

Zoro nods, his breaths ragged as he tries to comply with Sanji's guidance. each movement warms his body more and more, the pleasure intensifying with every thrust.

"Do you feel my hands on your legs? You like it when I caress you like that? How about my hips? Is this speed ok?"

Sanji maintains the speed of its hip strokes as he watches Zoro grit his teeth. His questions pierce through Zoro's haze of pleasure, grounding him in the moment as he focuses on the sensations coursing through his body. He nods in response, He nods in response, licking his lips become swollen by pinching them together. He struggles to form words amidst the overwhelming pleasure.

"Yes... your hands... they feel amazing," Zoro sigh, "And the speed is good…"

Sanji's smiles with affection at Zoro's words, a surge of pride coursing through him as he continues to guide their movements. With each thrust of his hips, he feels Zoro's body respond.

"Do you like to feel me inside you?"

Sanji's question hangs in the air, the intensity of the moment palpable as he waits for Zoro's response. His body is tensing for a moment before he nods, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes... I love it,"

"Does it feel good? Does my cock inside you feel good?"

"Yes... it feels amazing," he admits, his words tinged with raw honesty and desire. "Having you inside me... it's unlike anything else."

A surge of satisfaction floods through Sanji at Zoro's response, a warm glow of pleasure enveloping him as he increases his speed. He can feel Zoro's legs shaking under his hands. He can see his eyes under the blindfold that want to cry from pleasure. But more than that, Sanji can see Zoro bites his lower lips to not moan…

"So... if it feels amazing, if you feel this pleasure, why won't you moan for me?"

The question from Sanji lingers, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and gentle encouragement. Zoro's breath hitches at the inquiry, his body tensing as he struggles to find the words to respond.

"I... I don't know," he admits, his voice strained with emotion. "It's just... hard for me to let go like that."

Sanji understands what Zoro is trying to say. He slows his hips a bit to let Zoro catches his breath, even if he isn't really happy of this change of pace.

"Do you remember when I have nightmares? How I cried in front of you?

"Y-yeah?"

"I did it because it was you. I know I could let you see me this vulnerable because you would protect me. You can moan in front of me. You can scream your pleasure, you can tell how much you like having sex with me. It's ok. That won't make you weak or slow you down in your goal. You can cry in my arms too, Zoro, because I love you."

Sanji's words resonate deeply within Zoro, stirring something primal and raw within him as he listens to the sincerity in his lover's voice. If Sanji could be vulnerable in front of him, why Zoro couldn’t? Too pride? Chickening out? He just told him that despite he’s a man, Sanji can be all perky, romantic and authentic with him. Zoro comes to the realization that he can't expect someone to be authentic and open if he isn't willing to do the same himself.

With newfound determination, Zoro nods, "Okay," he breathes, "I'll try."

With that, Zoro starts to move his hips up and down on Sanji's length. The blindfold offers him a security, a safe place like the one he imagines when he meditates. He feels Sanji grabs his hips with his soft hands and the cook moves his own inside him, starting to fuck him again with expertise. Pleasure runs through his entire body. His teeth loosen, he doesn’t moan but he breathes open mouth.

"Yes, Zoro... that's it," he murmurs with a deep voice. "Keep your mouth open and tell me how much you like it when I fuck you."

Zoro's body trembles with pleasure as he follows Sanji's guidance, his movements becoming more confident and assertive with each passing moment. He feels Sanji's hands on his hips, guiding him, supporting him, and it only adds to the intensity of the experience. With his mouth open, Zoro breathes heavily, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer ecstasy of the moment. He can feel every inch of Sanji inside him, filling him completely, and it sends shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.

"I-I love it, I love feeling you inside me, Cook... it feels so good."

Sanji's own desire ignites at Zoro's words, his movements becoming more urgent and fervent as he drives deeper into his lover. The thrusts begin to burn against his inner wall, making it more and more sensitive. Zoro’s hands tighten on the cushions while the pleasure is more intense, his breath is hot by escaping from his mouth that he strives to keep open.

"A-ahh... m-mhhh."

"Fuck yes, Zoro! Just like that, let me hear you moan." groans Sanji as he feels his cock becoming harder by hearing Zoro's first moan.

Emboldened by Sanji's encouragement, he keeps his mouth open, his moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust. Zoro's moans make Sanji's heart race, his desire burning even hotter as he pushes himself deeper his partner. The sensation of Zoro's tightness enveloping him is almost overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing over him with each movement.

"Gods, Zoro, you feel so good," Sanji declares, his voice full of lust.

“C-cook… Hng…”

"Yes! Keep moaning for me, that's so hot. What do you want? How do you want me to fuck you?"

Zoro’s body trembles with pleasure at Sanji’s words, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the cook’s hips. The headband increases his other senses, amplifying each sensation as he begins to surrender to the ecstasy of the moment.

"I-I... harder... fuck me harder," Zoro gasps, incoherently.

Sanji's desire ignites at Zoro's words, he stands up abruptly and flips Zoro on his back, putting his hands in the pillows, holding them firmly. His movements become more and more urgent and fervent as he sinks without hesitation into his lover. The urges in him become harder, more insistent. The sudden change of angle and strength of Sanji’s back strokes offers a much more marked pleasure, which crosses his entire body.

"Ooooh... fuck... Cook..."

"Yeah moan again… You like this Mosshead? Is this hard enough for you or you want more?"

Zoro gives in to the intense pleasure shooting through him, his body arching off the cushions. Every thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through his body, driving him to the brink of oblivion.

"Harder... please, h-harder…." He tries to say.

Zoro just has to ask and Sanji gives. His movements growing even more intense as he pounds into his lover with unrestrained passion. The sound of their sweaty bodies colliding fills the air. A very precise movement of Sanji’s hips makes his cock tap against his sweet spot and this time, Zoro doesn’t manage to just moan but let escape a hoarse cry. A cocky smile appears on Sanji's face.

"Oh ... did I just find it?" He purrs against Zoro's ear without slowing down his movements.

Zoro's body trembles with pleasure as Sanji's cock hits his sweet spot again, sending a jolt of ecstasy coursing through him that he can't contain. His cry of pleasure fills the air, his voice raw and unbridled as he gives in to the overwhelming sensation.

"Yes, right there… I like so much when you cry for me…"

“Cook… K-keep fucking me l-like this…”

Sanji's grin widens at Zoro's reaction, his confidence bolstered by the knowledge that he's driving his lover wild with pleasure. With renewed fervor, he continues to thrust into Zoro, each movement calculated to hit that perfect spot over and over again.

"Oh, I'm not stopping, Zoro," Sanji murmurs, mercyless. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't even remember your own name."

Zoro's cries grow louder and more desperate with each movement, his voice echoing through the crow's nest as he loses himself in the throes of pleasure. Sanji's relentless pace pushes him to the brink, he never felt so much pleasure in his life. The fact that he isn’t focus on controling himself make his body and mind more sensitive. He can fully feel Sanji inside him, fucking him like nobody ever did before. Even with his eyes blinded, he can see the smile of satisfaction on Sanji’s sweaty face.

"Cook... oooh fuck!" Zoro gives a ragged whisper of a voice as he gasps from pure pleasure. "I'm... I'm gonna..."

With a sadistic smile, Sanji grabs Zoro’s overly sensitive cock and jerks it off at the same rate as his hips. His prostate which is abused, the infernal hips of sanji and his lengh which is stroked, Zoro can't even think straight. Finally. He can no longer swallow as he struggles to breath and his saliva flows on his chin.

"Cry for me, Zoro. Let me see you come, my love."

Zoro feels himself hurtling towards the edge of release, his senses consumed by the sheer intensity of the moment. With a final, desperate cry, he reaches the point of no return, his body convulsing with the force of his climax. Sanji watches with a smirk as Zoro reaches his peak, his sadistic pleasure evident in his eyes as he continues to stroke Zoro's sensitive lenght with expert precision. One more powerful thrust and Zoro releases himself, his seed splattering across Sanji's belly in hot, sticky streams.

With a guttural groan, Sanji's hips shake as he feels his own orgasm approaching rapidly. The sensation of Zoro's tightness around him, coupled with the erotic vision of his lover's climax, pushes him over the edge.

"Fuck Zoro... Ahhhh…" Sanji gasps, his voice strained with desire as he buries himself deep inside his lover, his body shuddering with pleasure as he spills himself into Zoro's warmth, filling him completely with a pulsating heat that leaves them both breathless and spent.

As their bodies tremble with the aftershocks of pleasure, they collapse together in a tangle of limbs, their hearts racing as they revel in the intimate connection they've shared.

Their passion subsides and Zoro struggles to come back from the depths of his pleasure-induced haze. His breathing is heavy and erratic, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking. Sanji's heart clenches with concern as he watches his lover, his fingers gently brushing the hair away from Zoro's forehead, taking off the blindfold.

"Zoro, are you okay?" Sanji asks, his voice filled with genuine concern as he searches Zoro's eyes for any sign of distress.

Zoro blinks slowly, his mind still foggy. He nods faintly, a small, reassuring smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"One day Cook... I’m gonna get revenge... I’m gonna find a way to convince you to let me fuck you, and this time, you’re gonna scream like a virgin. 'Cause you may be good in bed, but you have no idea how I make love. I’m going to make sure you don’t walk after."

Sanji's eyes widen in shock at Zoro's unexpected declaration, his heart skipping a beat at the sudden shift in tone. His mind races with a mix of surprise and apprehension, unsure of how to respond to Zoro's bold proclamation.

"Zoro, wait, what?" Sanji stammers, his voice tinged with disbelief as he tries to process Zoro's words. "You... you can't be serious!"

But before Sanji can voice his concerns further, Zoro bursts into laughter, the sound rich and hearty as he clutches his stomach with mirth. Sanji's confusion quickly gives way to relief as he realizes that Zoro was only teasing him, a playful glint in his eyes as he chuckles along with his lover.

"You... you bastard," Sanji chides, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he playfully swats at Zoro's arm. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Zoro grins mischievously, his laughter echoing through the crow's nest as he pulls Sanji into a tight embrace.

"Sorry, Cook," he chuckles, pressing a tender kiss to Sanji's lips. "I couldn't resist teasing you a little."

Sanji rolls his eyes playfully, but his heart feels light with affection as he returns Zoro's kiss. As Sanji places his head on Zoro's chest, he shyly asks:

"Are you ok after... letting go?"

Zoro's heart swells with warmth at Sanji's concern, grateful for the depth of their connection and the genuine care they share for each other. He brushes a gentle hand through Sanji's hair, his touch tender and affectionate as he reassures his lover.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Zoro replies softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "Actually, I feel... really good. Thank you, Perveted-Cook."

Sanji smiles softly, a sense of contentment washing over him as he listens to the steady rhythm of Zoro's heartbeat beneath his ear. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of their love, he knows that there's nowhere else he'd rather be.

"You’re welcome." Sanji murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to Zoro's lips. "Bath?"

"And sake! Not a drink, a bottle."

"You just want an excuse to drink more sake, don't you?" he teases, his tone light and affectionate.

Zoro grins in response, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he nods. "Can you blame me?" he quips, his voice laced with amusement. "After a workout like that, I think I've earned it."

Sanji laughs, his heart swelling with love for the man before him. With a gentle caress of Zoro's cheek, he leans in to press another tender kiss to his lips.

"Alright, then. Let's go get that bath ready and crack open that bottle of sake," Sanji declares, his voice filled with warmth and anticipation.

Hand in hand, they make their way to the bath, their laughter echoing through the ship as they revel in the simple joy of being together. And as they soak in the warm water, they know that their relationship just reaches another level of trust.

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The moonlight casts a gentle glow over the Thousand Sunny, its soft beams filtering through the windows of the ship's kitchen. Sanji leans on the kitchen counter, his pen scratching quietly against the paper as he jots down new recipes. His mind is still plagued by the remnants of a nightmare, the unsettling images refusing to fade even in the comfort of the familiar surroundings.

Sanji sighs, rubbing his tired eyes as he tries to focus on his work. The act of creating new dishes is usually a source of joy for him, a way to channel his creativity and passion. But tonight, the recipes feel flat and lifeless, a stark contrast to the vivid dreams that had jolted him awake.

As he stands lost in thought, he doesn't notice the quiet footsteps approaching from behind. Zoro, who has been on night watch duty, has seen the light on in the kitchen and decides to check on his lover. Silently, he creeps up behind Sanji, his movements careful and deliberate. Without warning, Zoro wraps his arms around Sanji's waist from behind, pulling him close in a gentle embrace. Sanji jumps slightly at the unexpected contact but immediately relaxes when he realizes who it is.

"Zoro, you scared the crap out of me," Sanji mutters, though there is no real annoyance in his voice. Instead, he leans back into Zoro's chest, feeling the reassuring warmth and steady heartbeat of his lover.

"Couldn't sleep?" Zoro asks softly, his breath warm against Sanji's ear.

Sanji shakes his head, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Nightmare again. Thought I'd try to distract myself with some new recipes."

Zoro tightens his hold slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Sanji's head. "You should have come looking for me," he murmurs.

Sanji sighs, a mix of frustration and gratitude in his voice. "I didn't want to bother you. You've got enough on your plate."

"Bother me? Idiot," Zoro chides gently. "You are bothering me all day, Shitty-cook."

Sanji chuckles softly, the tension in his body easing a bit. "Yeah, well, that's different. It's my job to keep you fed."

Zoro smirks, turning Sanji around to face him. "And it's my job to keep you sane," he replies, a smirk appears on his face as he leans in closer, his breath warm against Sanji's ear. "And... I know a few tricks that might help you forget all about those nightmares."

Sanji's heart skips a beat at the suggestive tone in Zoro's voice, his mind racing with a flurry of tantalizing possibilities. "What tricks?"

Zoro's smirk widens as he leans back slightly, his gaze holding a playful glint. "Oh, you know," he teases, as he begins to unbutton Sanji’s jacket. "Just a little something I picked up along the way.”

Sanji's curiosity is piqued, and he raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "And what might that be?" he presses, unable to resist the allure of Zoro's mysterious suggestion.

With a chuckle, Zoro leans in closer again, his lips grazing Sanji's earlobe. "Well, let's just say it involves a lot less thinking and a lot more... distraction," he murmurs, his hand loosening the tie knot.

Sanji's cheeks flush at the implication, his heart quickening with anticipation. "I think I could use a distraction," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper as he meets Zoro's gaze with a heated intensity.

In a swift motion, Zoro closes the gap between them, his lips meeting Sanji's with a fervent hunger. Their kiss is electric, a tangle of passion and desire as they lose themselves in each other's embrace. Sanji's hands find their way to Zoro's hair, tangling in the strands as he pulls him closer, deepening the kiss with a desperate urgency. Their bodies press together, a symphony of heat and longing as they melt into each other, the world around them fading away until there is only the intoxicating sensation of their lips moving together in perfect harmony. They could have sex in the kitchen now. Everybody sleeps after all.

As the intensity of their kiss reaches its peak, Zoro's senses suddenly snap into high alert, his observation haki detecting a looming threat on the horizon. With a sharp intake of breath, he pulls away from the cook, his eyes cross Sanji’s. His haki is also on alert.

"Looks like we have company," Zoro said, turning his head towards the back of the boat.

"It would seem..." Sanji replies.

As they step onto the deck, Zoro and Sanji exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between them as they prepare to face the looming threat. The night cloaks the sea in darkness, obscuring the approaching menace from view. The sea is calm, the only sound the gentle lapping of waves against the hull of the Thousand Sunny. But their observation haki tells a different story, revealing the presence of the approaching fleet in stark detail.

"They're armed," Zoro notes grimly, his eyes narrowing as he focuses his haki on the distant vessels.

Sanji nods in agreement, his expression tense with apprehension. "And there's a lot of them," he adds, his own haki confirming the size and potential threat of the approaching force. “We have to wake up the other.”

“Already awake…”. Yawns Luffy as he arrives behind them with little sleeping eyes. “Not cool, attacking us when we are asleep.”

Of course Luffy is already awake, the captain does not have a three billion bonus for nothing. Its three forms of haki are advanced, much higher than the average person who owns a haki. He could be blind and deaf, even in a coma, Luffy would always feel a threat before the others.

A grin spreads across Luffy's face, the prospect of a fight shaking off the last remnants of sleep. "Sanji, go wake up everyone else. We're gonna need all hands on deck."

Sanji nods and darts off, quickly rousing the rest of the crew with urgent knocks and hurried explanations. Nami, Robin, Chopper, Usopp, Franky, Brook and Jimbe all gather on the deck, rubbing sleep from their eyes but ready for action. Just as the crew assembles, the distant boom of cannons echoes across the water. Explosions erupt around the Thousand Sunny as cannonballs rain down, splashing into the sea with alarming proximity. Nami, Usopp and Chopper starts to run everywhere, screaming in fear.

"Ok guys, let's destroy them!" Usopp screams, though he's hiding behind Zoro, trying to muster up some courage, making Zoro roll his eyes.

Jinbe takes the wheel, his experienced hands steering the Thousand Sunny with precision to avoid the incoming cannon fire. "Franky, let's give them a taste of the Sunny's firepower!" he shouts.

"Roger that!" Franky responds, sprinting to the ship's armament controls. With a gleeful grin, he activates the Sunny's Gaon Cannon and other weaponry, aiming at the approaching fleet. "Let's see how they like this!"

The Gaon Cannon roars to life, sending a massive beam of energy towards the enemy ships. The laser radiates under the black sky, illuminating the sea a little and revealing five ships that rush towards them. It hits one of them and destroys it enough to sink into the water. One down, four more to go. At the same time, Franky unleashes a barrage of rockets and cannons, filling the night with explosions and fiery destruction.

“There is no cola left for another Gaon Cannon or a Coup de burst! We have to fight now!” Franky shouts.

“Perfect! How dare you attacking us when we sleep! C’mon here Asshole! Roars Luffy, upset.

Usopp, finding his courage, takes up his sniper rifle and begins picking off enemy gunners and cannon operators with deadly precision. "Take that, you scumbags!" he yells, his confidence growing with each successful shot.

Meanwhile, Nami, Robin, and Brook work together to defend the ship. Nami awakens Zeus to create a deadly storm with her Clima-Tact, making the battle more difficult for their foes. Robin summons her giant hands to catch and toss cannonballs back at the enemy ships, while Brook uses his ice abilities to freeze incoming projectiles, causing them to shatter harmlessly upon impact.

The enemy ships return fire, their cannons booming and lighting up the night sky. Jinbe maneuvers the Thousand Sunny skillfully, avoiding most of the incoming fire while Franky continues to launch counterattacks. The ship rocks with each near miss, but the crew stands firm. The four remaining enemy ships close in, their hulls cutting through the churning waves as they draw alongside the Thousand Sunny. Grappling hooks and boarding planks clatter against the Sunny's sides as the enemy crew prepares to board. The storm conjured by Nami rages overhead, lightning illuminating the scene in stark, brief flashes.

"Prepare for battle!" Luffy's voice cuts through the chaos, rallying his crew as the first wave of enemies clamber aboard the Sunny. The crew members take their positions, ready to defend their ship with everything they've got.

Sanji is the first to engage, his legs a blur of motion as he launches into the air and delivers a powerful series of kicks to the oncoming attackers. "Diable Jambe!" he cries, his legs engulfed in fiery flames as he sends the enemies flying back into the stormy sea.

Zoro is next, his swords gleaming under the lightning as he charges forward. "Three-Sword Style: Rengoku Onigiri!" With a swift, deadly slash, he cuts through the ranks of enemies, his movements precise and unstoppable.

Nami stands at the center of the storm she’s created, her Clima-Tact raised high. "Weather Egg: Lightning Tempo!" she commands, and bolts of lightning strike down on the enemy ships, splintering their masts and sending men scrambling for cover.

Robin joins the fray, her hands forming from the air around her as she uses her Hana Hana no Mi powers. "Dos Fleur: Clutch!" She ensnares a group of attackers, twisting their bodies and rendering them immobile with a swift, efficient motion.

Franky, in his Iron Pirate: General Franky mode, charges towards the nearest boarding plank, ripping it away and sending a group of enemies toppling into the sea. "Franky Fireball!" he shouts, launching a flaming projectile that detonates on one of the enemy decks, causing chaos and destruction.

Brook leaps gracefully from opponent to opponent, his icy swordsmanship leaving a trail of frozen foes in his wake. "I’m already dead, but I'll make you wish you were too, Yohohohoho!" he quips, his chilling blade cutting down enemies with ease.

Jinbe stands at the helm, keeping the Sunny steady while also dealing powerful Fish-Man Karate blows to anyone who gets too close. "Gyojin Karate: Samehada Shotei!" he roars, sending a powerful shockwave through the water that capsizes one of the enemy boarding boats.

Chopper, in his Heavy Point form, barrels through the enemies with surprising strength. "Guard Point!" he shouts, his fur puffing up to create a protective barrier that repels incoming attacks.

Luffy, now fully engaged, leaps into the air and stretches his arms out wide. "Gomu Gomu no Elephant Gatling!" he yells, his fists pummeling the enemies in rapid succession, each hit sending shockwaves through the stormy night.

As the storm rages and the battle intensifies, the Straw Hat Pirates fight with relentless determination. The combination of their unique abilities and unyielding spirit turns the tide against the boarding enemies. One by one, the remaining ships falter under the fierce assault from the crew, their men falling back in disarray.

Zoro is a whirlwind of blades, cutting down enemy after enemy with precise, lethal strikes. His focus is absolute, his senses tuned to the rhythm of battle. He moves with the confidence of a warrior who knows no equal, each swing of his swords a testament to his skill and strength. But in the chaos, even the greatest warriors can be caught off guard. Sanji's observation haki flares, sensing a deadly intent aimed directly at Zoro's unprotected back. His eyes widen as he sees an enemy, a towering brute wielding a massive axe, covered by armament haki, sneaking up behind Zoro with murder in his eyes.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sanji springs into action. "Zoro!" he shouts, his voice barely audible over the clash of steel and roar of the storm. He launches himself through the air, covering the distance between them in a heartbeat. Just as the enemy brings the axe down in a deadly arc, Sanji intercepts it, the blade biting deep into his shoulder instead of Zoro's back.

The force of the blow drives Sanji to his knees, pain radiating through his body. The sound of cracking bones is waiting between two flashes of lightning. But at the same time, pieces of metal, coming from the axe, still covered with haki, fly and plant themselves either in the mast or the ground of the enemy ship. Zoro, spinning around at the sound of Sanji's cry, sees his lover kneeling before him, His shoulder makes an impossible angle and the pirate who looks at what is left of his axe in the hands with amazement.

Thanks to his exoskeleton, Sanji doesn't have a deadly wound.

"How did I... what is this guy... ?" screams the pirate looking at Sanji.

"Cook!" Zoro's voice is a mixture of shock and fury. His swords flash out with deadly precision, severing the axe-wielding assailant's head in one swift motion. The brute falls to the deck, lifeless, as Zoro drops to his knees beside Sanji. "Damn it, you idiot!" Zoro growls, his voice thick with emotion. "Why did you do that?"

Sanji winces but manages a reassuring smile. "Couldn't let you get hurt, Marimo. Someone's got to watch your back."

Zoro's expression is a storm of anger and concern. "You didn't have to take that hit. You could've been killed!"

"Relax," Sanji says, gritting his teeth as he grabs his dislocated shoulder and forces it back into place with a sickening pop. "I'm tougher than I look, remember?" He flexes his arm, testing the joint. Thanks to his modified exoskeleton, the injury isn’t as serious as it seems. "See? Good as new."

Zoro's jaw clenches, the tension in his body palpable. "Don't you ever do something that reckless again," he growls, but there's a hint of relief in his eyes.

Sanji gives him a lopsided grin. "Can't promise that. It's my job to keep you safe."

The battle continues to rage around them, and Zoro turns back to the fray, his swords gleaming under the stormy sky. "Let's finish this," he says, his voice steely with resolve.

Sanji nods, joining Zoro and the rest of the crew in the fight. They work in unison, their movements synchronized as they fend off the remaining enemies. Nami's storm intensifies, making it difficult for the attackers to land any effective blows. Usopp continues to pick off enemy fighters with precision, while Robin's giant hands crush cannonballs and enemies alike. Chopper tends to the wounded with a steady hand, ensuring no one is left behind. Franky reloads the ship's armaments, firing rockets and cannons with relentless determination. Brook's icy touch freezes opponents in their tracks, making them easy targets for the crew.

The battle is fierce, but the Straw Hat Pirates fight with an unbreakable spirit. One by one, the enemy ships are disabled and their crew defeated. Finally, as the last of the enemy forces fall, the storm begins to abate, the sea returning to a semblance of calm. As the tension dissipates and the crew begins to breathe easier, Zoro finds himself unable to shake the anger and frustration that simmers beneath his skin. Despite the victory, his mind keeps circling back to the moment when Sanji had leaped in front of him, taking the blow meant for him.

He seeks out a quiet corner of the ship, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the crew. With a heavy sigh, he leans against the railing, his thoughts consumed by the events of the battle. Sanji's reckless actions gnaw at him, stirring a tumult of conflicting emotions within him.

When he spots Sanji, lighting a cigarette on the other side of the deck, he strides over to him, his jaw set in a determined line. "Cook," he says, his voice low but firm.

Sanji turns to face him, his brow furrowing in confusion at the seriousness in Zoro's tone. "What's up, Mosshead?" he asks, his expression wary.

Zoro takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. "I need you to understand something," he begins, his words measured but tinged with frustration. "I don't need you jumping in to protect me like that. I can take care of myself."

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise at Zoro's blunt admission. "I know that," he replies, his voice soft with understanding. "But he was about to-"

"No!" Zoro cuts, his frustration boils over, his voice rising with pent-up emotion. "You don't get it! If I can’t handle a simple situation and you come play knight, what do I look like?"

Sanji's expression falls, his confusion deepening at Zoro's outburst. He opens his mouth to respond, to explain his actions and reassure Zoro that he had acted out for a reason, but Zoro's anger cuts him off before he can speak.

"I don't need your excuses, Cook!" Zoro continues, his tone harsh and unforgiving. "I need you to respect me enough to let me handle my own battles. I'm not some helpless damsel in distress that needs rescuing."

Sanji's heart sinks at Zoro's harsh words, his own frustration mounting as he struggles to find the right response. "I know you're not," he insists, his voice tinged with desperation. "But-”

Zoro shakes his head, his resolve unyielding. "Then let me handle my own battles. I don't want your interference." He says, his voice tinged with disappointment.

With that, Zoro turns on his heel and stalks away, leaving Sanji alone with his thoughts. Sanji watches him go, his mind heavy with confusion. He knows he overstepped his bounds, but he can't shake the feeling that he was right to do so, knowing the context. But Zoro didn’t even try to listen to him. As he stands alone on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, the weight of Zoro's words hangs heavy in the air.

“What the fuck was that?” Sanji asks himself.

The next day dawns with a heavy atmosphere lingering over the Thousand Sunny. Sanji had tossed and turned all night, unable to shake the sense of unease that had settled over him after his confrontation with Zoro. He still believes he did the right thing, considering the circumstances. However, Zoro's cold demeanor and avoidance only serve to deepen the rift between them, leaving Sanji feeling hurt and confused.

As the crew goes about their morning routines, the tension between Sanji and Zoro is palpable, their usual banter replaced by a strained silence. During breakfast, the galley is filled with the aroma of sizzling bacon, scrambled eggs, and freshly baked bread. The crew gathers around the table, their voices blending in a lively symphony of laughter and conversation. Luffy is eagerly piling food onto his plate.

Sanji moves around the galley with practiced ease, serving breakfast with his usual flair. He’s trying to maintain a cheerful demeanor, but a heavy tension hangs in the air between him and Zoro. The swordsman sits at the end of the table, his expression dark and brooding, picking at his food without much interest.

Sanji approaches the table with a fresh plate of bacon, determined to break the icy silence. "Oi Mosshead, want some more bacon?" he asks, his voice carefully neutral.

Zoro looks up, his eyes locking onto Sanji’s. The tension between them is palpable, a silent storm brewing beneath the surface. "No," Zoro replies, his voice cold and clipped. "I’ve had enough."

The room falls silent for a brief moment, the lighthearted atmosphere shattered by the undercurrent of their unresolved conflict. Luffy, oblivious to the tension, continues eating with gusto, while the others exchange uneasy glances. Sanji catches glimpses of Zoro out of the corner of his eye, but his lover keeps his distance, refusing to meet his gaze.

Sanji feels a surge of frustration, but he forces a tight smile, trying to keep the peace. "Alright, if you say so," he says, turning away to serve more food to the rest of the crew.

When he has finished his plate, Zoro gets up and clears his corner to put it in the sink before leaving the kitchen without a word. Nami frowns as she watches the swordsman leave.

"What’s the matter with this one? No more sake?"

"Hasn’t he slept enough?" Usopp asks, also a jaded expression on his face.

"No, he’s just on a very specific diet for training!" Brook replies, convinced.

"Yeah, he’s boring." Nami sighs.

Sanji clenches his jaw, the frustration boiling beneath his calm facade. He knows he needs to address this, but the timing isn’t right. He continues to serve the rest of the crew, trying to keep the mood light.

"How about some more pancakes, Luffy?" Sanji offers, forcing cheerfulness into his voice.

Luffy grins widely, completely oblivious to the underlying tension. "Yes, please! You’re the best, Sanji!"

Sanji chuckles, though it feels hollow. "Anything for you, captain."

As the crew finishes their meal and begins to disperse in their daily tasks, Sanji feels a heavy weight settling on his shoulders. He looks at Zoro from the corner of his eye, the swordsman already climbing the crow’s nest, to begin his rigorous training routine. The distance between them seems insurmountable, but Sanji thinks that the swordsman is just still angry for the incident of the day before, that he will calm down and it will pass.

Sanji just has to give time to his grumpy and adorable Mosshead.

Zoro's training takes on a relentless intensity. Sweat beads on his brow as he pushes himself to his limits, his muscles straining with each powerful strike. He begins with his usual routine, starting with sets of push-ups and sit-ups, his movements precise and controlled. But as his frustration mounts, he increases the intensity, adding more weight to his exercises and pushing himself to do more repetitions than ever before.

With a grunt of effort, Zoro grabs a set of heavy weights, hoisting them above his head with ease. His muscles burn with exertion as he lowers them back down, the strain evident in the lines of his face. He moves from one exercise to the next with a relentless determination, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pushes himself harder and harder. As the minutes stretch into hours, Zoro begins to feel the effects of his grueling workout. His vision blurs and his head spins, but still, he presses on, unwilling to give in to the weakness creeping over him.

With a shaky hand, he reaches for his sword, Enma, hoping its familiar weight will ground him and give him strength.

But as his fingers close around the hilt, he feels a strange resistance, as if the sword itself is rejecting him. The sword drains his energy so badly that he almost faints. Zoro's brow furrows in confusion, his mind racing as he tries to make sense of the situation.

Could it be that Enma considers him weak because Sanji had to protect him?

The notion that Enma might consider him weak because Sanji had to protect him gnaws at Zoro's mind, fueling his frustration with each passing moment. With a muttered curse, he sheaths his swords and takes a step back, his thoughts consumed by the weight of his perceived failure.

"I'll train twice as hard this afternoon," Zoro mutters to himself, his voice laced with determination. He knows he needs to prove himself, not just to his swords, but to himself as well.

With that resolve firm in his mind, Zoro turns on his heel and makes his way down from the crow's nest, the frustration evident in every line of his tense frame. As he heads towards the galley for water and food, his grumpy mood doesn't go unnoticed by the rest of the crew.

Nami is sitting on the deck, a table in front of her with some equipment to touch up a map. She glances up from it, her brow furrowing as she watches Zoro’s approach. “Looks like someone’s in a mood,” she mutters under her breath, exchanging a concerned glance with Robin.

Robin, sipping her coffee, nods thoughtfully. “Indeed. It seems our swordsman has more on his mind than training.”

Zoro ignores the gossip attitude from the girls, not bothering to lift his head as he strides into the galley. Inside, the smell of lunch preparations fills the room. Sanji is at the sink, cleaning up a pot, his back turned to the entrance. Zoro's heavy footsteps announce his presence, and Sanji’s shoulders tense instinctively. He doesn't turn around, but his hands still in the soapy water for a moment.

“Can I have water, and some rice balls with chicken?” Zoro demands curtly, heading straight for the counter.

Sanji’s jaw tightens, but he forces himself to respond calmly. “Sure, give me a minute,” he replies, his voice clipped.

He finishes rinsing the pot and dries his hands before moving to prepare Zoro’s food. The air between them is thick with unspoken words, the tension almost palpable. As Sanji works, he can feel Zoro’s eyes on his back, the intensity of his gaze like a physical weight. He moves with practiced precision, assembling the rice balls with deft hands. Zoro is looking at him. But he can’t speak. The worry that Enma rejects him and the fact that he is convinced that it is because of the cook prevent him from calming down. But at the same time, he sees that Sanji is affected by this and he wants to relax but he is too focused on this problem with Enma.

When he finally places the plate in front of Zoro, he meets the swordsman’s eyes, the frustration and hurt clear in his own. Zoro takes the plate without a word, his expression unreadable. He sits at the table, eating in silence, each bite methodical and almost mechanical. Sanji watches him for a moment, a mix of emotions churning within him. He wants to bridge the gap between them, but the unspoken issues hang heavy in the air.

Zoro finishes his meal and stands up, the chair scraping against the floor. He looks at Sanji, his eyes softening slightly. “Thanks for the food,” he says, his voice gruff but sincere.

Sanji nods, his own voice subdued. “You’re welcome.”

Zoro leaves the galley, the tension still lingering in the air. Sanji watches him go, his heart heavy with unresolved feelings. He turns back to the sink, resuming his cleaning with a sigh. The rest of the crew, sensing the unresolved tension, keeps their distance, though their concern is evident in their glances.

As the afternoon wears on, Zoro throws himself into his training with renewed fervor, determined to push his limits and silence the doubts that linger in his mind. He starts with weight lifting, grabbing the heaviest dumbbells on the Thousand Sunny. His muscles strain with the effort, sweat pouring down his face, but he grits his teeth and pushes through, his mind focused solely on the task at hand.

After a brutal session with the weights, Zoro moves on to cardio. He starts with a series of sprints across the deck, his legs pumping furiously as he forces himself to go faster and faster. Each stride feels like it might tear his muscles apart, but he welcomes the pain, using it to drown out the worries that plague him. He transitions into a series of high-intensity drills, his movements a blur as he jumps, ducks, and weaves, pushing his body to its absolute limits.

Finally, Zoro turns to his swords training. He begins with Wado and Kitetsu, his movements precise and fluid as he practices his forms. His muscles burn, but he finds a rhythm, the familiar motions bringing a sense of calm. But when he picks up Enma, the real struggle begins.

Enma feels heavier in his hand than ever before. As he swings the sword, it seems to resist him, drinking deeply of his haki and leaving him feeling drained. Each strike takes more effort than the last, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His vision blurs, dark spots dancing at the edges, but he refuses to stop. He forces himself to continue, to master the sword and prove himself worthy.

With each swing, Enma pulls more of his haki, the weight of the blade almost unbearable. Zoro’s arms tremble, his legs threatening to give out beneath him. He can feel his strength waning, but he pushes on, determined to overcome this obstacle. The sword seems to grow heavier with each passing moment, the exertion making him dizzy. He grits his teeth, his determination unwavering even as his body screams in protest.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Zoro’s body reaches its limit. He staggers, barely managing to lower Enma to the ground without collapsing entirely. His chest heaves as he gulps in air, his vision swimming. He drops to one knee, the world tilting around him as he fights to stay conscious. His entire body feels like lead, his muscles screaming in agony.

Zoro’s mind races, the doubts and fears he tried to silence now roaring back with a vengeance. Enma’s rejection stings deeply, but he refuses to give in. He knows he has to keep pushing, to keep training until the sword accepts him. His determination burns bright, a fierce fire that refuses to be extinguished.

As he kneels there, gasping for breath, Zoro’s thoughts drift to his crewmates, especially Sanji. He can’t afford to be weak, not for himself and not for them. He clenches his fist, frustration boiling over. Why did the stupid cook have to jump in to protect him? He had it, he had control over the battle, it was nothing. Why did Sanji have to do that? Now Enma thinks Zoro isn't a worthy master.

The memory of that moment gnaws at him, Sanji’s concerned face flashing in his mind. He can hear the cook’s voice, the urgency in it, and it makes him grit his teeth. He didn’t need protection, he didn’t need anyone to save him. The interference, well-intentioned or not, has planted a seed of doubt within him, one that Enma seems to sense and amplify.

Zoro’s grip on Enma tightens. He rises shakily to his feet, every muscle protesting, but he forces himself to stand tall. He looks at the sword, feeling its weight, the way it seems to challenge him, and he takes a deep breath.

“This ends now,” he mutters to himself. “I’m stronger than this. I’ll prove it.”

As the night falls and the crew settles in for rest, Sanji braces himself for the confrontation he knows is coming. But this time he is determined to explain what really happened in his point of view, hoping it would calm down Zoro. Finally, when the ship is cloaked in darkness and the rest of the crew is asleep, Zoro seeks out Sanji, his footsteps heavy with determination. He finds him on the deck, his gaze fixed on the starlit sky, a cigarette between his lips.

"Cook," Zoro's voice is low, but there is a raw vulnerability in his tone as he finally breaks the silence. "We need to talk."

Sanji turns to face Zoro, his expression a mix of concern and determination. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the difficult conversation ahead but determined to solve the situation.

"I'm listening," Sanji agrees, his voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling within him.

"Enma doesn't see me as worthy because someone had to protect me from an easy battle," Zoro says bitterly, his jaw clenched tight with pent-up emotion.

Sanji’s eyebrows knit together, a mixture of confusion and frustration flickering across his face. “Is that what this is all about? You think me stepping in made you look weak?”

Zoro’s eyes flash with anger. “Yes! Enma rejects me because it sees doubt in me. A doubt you put there when you decided I needed saving.”

Sanji listens in silence, his heart heavy with guilt. He knows that Zoro's words hold a grain of truth, and he can't deny the sting of shame that accompanies the realization. But he also knows that there's more to the situation than meets the eye, and he's determined to make Zoro understand.

"Zoro, I..." Sanji says softly, his voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the night. "I didn't mean to undermine you or your abilities. The truth is..."

"Cook, one of my swords doesn’t want me. Do you realize the power gap I have between two swords and three swords? Right now, I can’t face strong people!"

Zoro's words hang heavy in the air, his frustration and vulnerability laid bare for Sanji to see. Sanji's heart clenches at the pain in Zoro's voice, knowing that his actions have contributed to his lover's distress.

"I'm sorry, Zoro," Sanji replies, his voice tinged with guilt. "I didn't mean to make you feel inadequate. It's just the guy was about to-"

"I don't need your protection!" his voice cuts him, as sharp as a blade. "My swords is rejecting me because she thinks I'm fucking weak! I thought that being together means that we still have to remember our roles in the crew!"

"I know that, Zoro! I wouldn't have protected you if-"

"Then why did you do it! We had an agreement, Sanji!"

The cook feels his heart miss a beat as he hears his name being pronounced with such coldness in the mouth of his lover. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to say or how to respond. But strangely, he knows what Zoro is implying.

Don’t say that…

"You were in danger and I...I-" Sanji stammers, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggles to find the right words.

"You should have let me take the hit. I would have taken it as a lesson and reacted accordingly." he says, his voice heavy with disappointment. "And now I'm paying the price for it."

Please don’t say that…

Sanji's heart sinks as Zoro's words wash over him, a deep sense of injustice gnawing at his insides. He opens his mouth to respond, to explain himself, but the words catch in his throat, stifled by the weight of Zoro's disappointment. It feels like no matter what he says, Zoro refuses to listen, and the realization leaves him feeling helpless and frustrated.

You are a shame to the family Sanji. You are good for nothing. Stay in the cell, wear that helmet, don’t show your face to anybody. I don’t want the world find out that you are a Vinsmoke. You aren’t a good soldier. You aren’t my son.

“Please Zoro, listen to me…”

Please dad… I’ll be a good boy…

It's as if their communication has broken down completely, leaving Sanji feeling lost and alone. This is unfair, Zoro doesn’t want to understand.

Sanji’s lips begin to shake, realizing what Zoro is about to say and do…

"I can't let anything or anyone stand in the way of my dream.” Zoro says finally, his voice distant and detached. "I need to think about us and…"

You are a shame to the relationship Sanji. You are good for nothing. Stay out of my space, keep your weakness for yourself, don’t give it to me. I don’t want the world find out that you make me weak. You aren’t a good boyfriend. You aren’t my lover.

“Don’t bother.” Sanji cuts him without looking at him.

Sanji's fists clench at his sides, his entire body trembling with anger and pain. His shoulders tense, his back rigid with frustration as he refuses to meet Zoro's gaze, unable to bear the sight of the hurt and disappointment in his lover's eyes. His jaw tightens, the muscles working furiously as he struggles to contain the storm of emotions raging within him. Zoro, taken aback by Sanji's reaction, stands frozen in place, his mouth hanging open in shock. He hadn't expected such a vehement response from Sanji, and the realization leaves him feeling utterly lost.

"Cook, wait, I didn't-"

But before he can finish, Sanji cuts him off with a wave of his hand, his expression hard and unforgiving.

"Don't bother I said," Sanji snaps, his voice dripping with bitterness. "If at the first little incident you're in doubt, then maybe this relationship isn't for you. I won't wait around to be kicked out when we face a real problem. So I make it easy for you, focus on your dream, I get it."

With those final words, Sanji turns on his heel and storms off, leaving Zoro standing alone on the deck, completely lost and... alone.

Did the cook just dump him?

Sanji's words echo in Zoro's mind like a death knell, each syllable a painful reminder of the chasm that now exists between them. He stands rooted to the spot, his heart heavy with the weight of Sanji's rejection. He had never imagined that their argument would escalate to this, that Sanji would walk away from their relationship so easily.

As the reality of the situation sinks in, Zoro feels a surge of panic rise within him. He wants to call out to Sanji, to beg him to stay, to explain his words and his actions. But the words stick in his throat, his pride and his stubbornness holding him back.

Sanji dump him? The thought reverberates through Zoro's mind like a thunderclap, leaving him reeling with disbelief. He had always thought their bond was unbreakable, that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always find a way back to each other. But now, as he watches Sanji's retreating form, he can't shake the sinking feeling that he may have lost the love of his life for good.

But if it’s the price he has to pay for his dream, so be it.

The morning sun cast long shadows across the deck of the Thousand Sunny, its golden rays painting the ship in hues of warmth and hope. But for Sanji, the light held no solace, no promise of a better day. He stood at the railing, his gaze fixed on the endless expanse of sea stretching out before him, his mind consumed by thoughts of the argument that had torn him and Zoro apart.

His heart felt heavy in his chest, aching with the weight of regret and sorrow. He had never meant for things to escalate the way they had, never intended to push Zoro away. But he can’t stand such a lack of trust. One incident, one, the first and Zoro doubt their couple. Sanji doesn’t want to live like this. He always respected Zoro’s dream and he pledged to put it forward, which is why he saved him during the battle. But Zoro didn’t even try to listen to his side of the story.

No listening, no communication, doubts, everything so that it doesn’t work.

Sanji doesn’t want to be blamed without even being listened to. It’s not fair, so he refused to give Zoro time to think.

But it hurts so much...

As Sanji lingers by the railing, lost in the turmoil of his thoughts, the bustling activity of the Thousand Sunny continues around him. The rest of the crew moves about their duties, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the heavy silence that hangs between him and Zoro.

He can feel their eyes on him, their curious glances and whispered murmurs following his every move. They know something is wrong, they can sense the tension that crackles in the air like static electricity. But none dare to broach the subject, to pry into the private affairs of their two quarreling crewmates. Sanji clenches his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he struggles to contain the storm of emotions raging within him. He wants to scream, to lash out at the unfairness of it all. But he knows it would do no good, knows that his words would fall on deaf ears.

Zoro on the other hands, acts as if nothing has happened, his demeanor as stoic and unyielding as ever, he is already in the crow’s nest, training like crazy. It infuriates Sanji, the way he can just brush their argument aside as if it means nothing, as if their relationship means nothing.

Sanji feels like the only one suffering.

Sanji clenches his jaw, swallowing the lump in his throat as he turns away from the railing. If Zoro can pretend nothing has happened, then so can he. With a determined stride, he makes his way to the galley, the familiar routine of preparing breakfast a welcome distraction from the turmoil in his mind. The kitchen is his sanctuary, a place where he can lose himself in the rhythm of chopping vegetables, whisking eggs, and frying bacon. The sizzle of the stovetop and the fragrant aroma of cooking food fill the air, momentarily pushing aside the pain gnawing at his heart.

As he works, Sanji's movements are precise and efficient, each slice and stir a testament to his skill as a chef. But beneath the surface, his mind churns with thoughts of Zoro, the argument replaying in his head like a broken record. He can't shake the feeling of betrayal, the sting of Zoro's cold words still fresh in his memory.

Slowly, his thoughts darken and his traumas take over his rational mind.

He replays the argument with Zoro over and over in his mind, each word a dagger plunging deeper into his already wounded heart. Each chop of the knife, each sizzle of the frying pan, only serves to amplify the turmoil within him. He berates himself for ever allowing himself to fall in love, for believing that a relationship with a man, with Zoro, could work. He questions his own judgment, his own worthiness, wondering why he ever thought he deserved happiness in the first place.

"Why did I let myself get into this mess?" Sanji's thoughts are a bitter symphony of self-reproach, his hands trembling as he reaches for a pan. "I should have known better. I should have kept my distance, stayed true to myself."

The sizzle of the food in the pan seems to mock him, a cruel reminder of his own betrayal, his own weakness. He can almost hear the disapproving voices of his piece of shit of a father, questioning his choices, his desires.

"I don't like men, I love women," Sanji whispers to himself, the words a painful admission of his own truth. "What was I thinking, believing I could ever be happy with someone like Zoro?"

But even as he voices his doubts, a part of him rebels against the self-imposed restrictions, the suffocating confines of societal expectations. He remembers the warmth of Zoro's smile, the strength in his embrace, the way he makes Sanji feel alive in a way he never thought possible.

"I'm a failure," Sanji thinks bitterly, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I'll never be able to make this work. I don't deserve happiness."

When breakfast is finally ready, Sanji takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable encounter with the rest of the crew. He carries the platters of food to the dining area, setting them down with a flourish before retreating to the kitchen to fetch the coffee and tea.

“Don’t cry, you waste. Don’t cry.” He murmurs to himself.

The crew enters the galley and gathers around the table, their voices a cacophony of laughter and conversation as they dig into the meal. Sanji plasteres on a smile, joining them with a plate of his own, though he can't bring himself to eat. Instead, he sips his coffee in silence, his gaze flickering briefly to Zoro, who sits at the opposite end of the table, his expression unreadable.

Nami and Robin, seated side by side, exchange a glance, their sharp eyes noting the uncharacteristic distance between the two men. Normally, breakfast is a time of camaraderie and playful banter, but today, there is a palpable tension in the air, an unspoken rift that everyone can sense but no one dares to address.

"Cook-san, this is delicious as always," Robin says, her voice warm but tinged with curiosity as she observes him closely.

Sanji forces a smile, though it doesn't reach his eyes. "Thank you, Robin-chan. I'm glad you like it."

After breakfast, the crew disperses to attend to their daily tasks, the lively atmosphere they usually enjoy conspicuously absent. Sanji busies himself in the galley, cleaning up and putting away the dishes with meticulous care. Nami and Robin approach the cook, their footsteps soft against the wooden floor.

"Sanji-kun," Nami begins gently, her voice soothing. "Can we talk?"

Sanji nods, his eyes downcast. "Of course, Nami-san, Robin-chan. What is it?"

Nami crosses her arms, her gaze serious. "We didn't want to ask in front of everyone, but... did Zoro and you have a fight?"

Sanji's shoulders slump, the weight of their concern adding to the burden he already carries. He takes a deep breath, considering how much to reveal. "Well..."

Robin's eyes soften with understanding. "What happened, Cook-san? You don't have to tell us everything, but maybe we can help."

Sanji looks away, his fingers tightening around the dish towel. "Zoro and I... we had an argument about something important. He didn't trust me, and I couldn't stand it. One incident... one. And he has doubt, so..."

Sanji struggles to express the turbulence in his heart, and his voice wanes as his words become more emotional. He doesn’t need to say more, the girls understand immediately. Nami blinks several times, her worry growing.

"Sanji-kun, you... you dumped him?"

Sanji's breath catches in his throat at Nami's direct question. He looks down, his fingers gripping the dish towel even tighter as he fights to keep his emotions in check. "I... I didn't want to," he admits, trying to find excuses. "But it felt like he didn't believe in us, and I couldn't stand it. He was so quick to doubt, so quick to push me away.”

Robin places a gentle hand on his arm, her touch warm and comforting. "Sanji-kun, relationships are complicated. Sometimes, we say things in the heat of the moment that we don't truly mean. Maybe Zoro didn't realize how his words would affect you."

Sanji nods, his eyes downcast. "Maybe. But it doesn't change the fact that he doubted me, doubted us, so easily. How am I supposed to just forget that?"

Nami's expression softens, and she uncrosses her arms, stepping closer. "Sanji-kun, everyone makes mistakes. Zoro might have acted out of fear or insecurity. The important thing is that you both care about each other. You need to talk to him.

"He doesn't listen. He is too stubborn. You weren’t there when we had a fight. I couldn't talk."

"Then punch him in the face and then talk to him." Nami answers with a smile.

Sanji's eyes widen at Nami's blunt suggestion, a mix of surprise and a faint hint of amusement flickering across his face. He can't help but let out a small, humorless chuckle.

"Punch him in the face, huh? That might be the only way to get through to that thick-headed swordsman," he says, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Nami returns his smile with a more genuine one. "Sometimes, a little physical persuasion is necessary with guys like Zoro. But seriously, Sanji, you need to make him understand how you feel. Don't let this fester."

Robin nods in agreement, her expression gentle but firm. "Communication is key, Cook-san. Even if it means having a difficult conversation, it's worth it for the sake of your relationship."

Sanji takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of their words sink in. They're right. As difficult as it might be, he can't let this unresolved tension continue to poison his feelings. He has to confront Zoro, to make him understand the hurt and betrayal he feels.

"Thank you, Nami-san, Robin-chan."

With a sense of purpose filling him, Sanji resolves to confront Zoro as soon as he finds the right moment. He can't let pride and anger dictate the course of their relationship. It's time to face his fears and fight for the love he still feels so deeply.

Sanji never found the right time.

Sanji wandered the deck of the Thousand Sunny, his eyes scanning the horizon but his thoughts far from the endless sea. The weight of his unresolved feelings for Zoro pressed heavily on his heart, but every time he tried to find the right moment to confront the swordsman, something seemed to get in the way.

The first time Sanji steeled himself to talk to Zoro, an enemy ship appeared on the horizon, forcing the crew into a fierce battle. Cannon fire echoed across the water as they fought to protect their ship and each other. Amidst the chaos, there was no room for personal conflicts or heart-to-heart conversations. Sanji focused on keeping his crewmates safe, his concerns about Zoro pushed to the back of his mind by the urgency of the fight.

Days passed, and the tension between him and Zoro remained. Sanji watched as Zoro trained relentlessly, his determination to earn Enma's trust consuming him. Zoro's focus on his swords seemed to block out everything else, including Sanji. Each clang of Zoro's swords, each drop of sweat on his brow, was a reminder of the wall that had formed between them.

One evening, Sanji approached Zoro after a particularly grueling training session. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the ship. He took a deep breath, ready to speak, but Zoro didn't even glance his way. Instead, he sheathed his swords and walked past Sanji without a word, his mind clearly elsewhere. The indifference cut deep, leaving Sanji standing alone in the fading light, his hope slipping away.

As the days turned into weeks, the crew faced more challenges. A storm nearly capsized the Sunny, and they spent hours battling the elements to keep the ship afloat. When they finally found calm waters, the crew was exhausted, leaving no time or energy for personal matters. Each time Sanji tried to approach Zoro, another crisis emerged, pulling them further apart.

Sanji's frustration and sorrow grew with each passing day. The indifference in Zoro's eyes whenever they crossed paths was a constant reminder of their fractured bond. It seemed Zoro had accepted their separation, focusing solely on his training and his dream, while Sanji struggled with the lingering pain of their unresolved argument.

One night, Sanji found himself alone in the galley, the ship quiet around him. He stared at the empty plate before him, the food untouched. He had lost his appetite, his heart too heavy with despair. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen Zoro smile or heard him laugh. The silence between them was deafening, the distance insurmountable.

The crew noticed the change in Sanji, their concern growing with each passing day. But Sanji brushed off their worries with forced smiles and empty reassurances. He couldn't bring himself to burden them with his pain, not when it seemed there was no solution in sight. In the end, it was the indifference that broke him. The realization that Zoro could continue without him, unaffected by their rupture, was a bitter pill to swallow. Sanji had always believed in fighting for what mattered, but how could he fight when the other person didn't seem to care?

As he stood alone in the galley, the clatter of dishes and the hum of the ship around him, Sanji felt his resolve crumble. He had hoped for a moment to bridge the gap, to find common ground and rebuild what they had lost. But that moment never came, lost in the tumultuous life of a pirate and the impenetrable wall of Zoro's indifference.

Sanji sighed, a deep, mournful sound that echoed in the empty kitchen. He knew he had to let go, to accept that some things were beyond his control. The pain of their separation would remain, a scar on his heart, but he couldn't keep hoping for something that seemed so far out of reach. With a heavy heart, Sanji turned back to his work, trying to find solace in the familiar routine.

The love he still felt for Zoro lingered, a quiet ache that he would carry with him, but he knew he had to move forward, even if it meant leaving behind the hope of reconciliation.

In the reality, Zoro is touched by the breakup. Zoro does care.

In the darkness of the crow's nest, Zoro sits alone, the weight of his sword resting heavily on his lap. His thoughts are consumed by the events of the past few weeks, the echoes of Sanji's sadness haunting him like a relentless specter.

He can't shake the image of Sanji's pained expression, the way his eyes seem to mirror the depths of his own despair. It's a stark reminder of the consequences of his actions, the toll his stubbornness has taken on their relationship.

But even as guilt gnaws at his conscience, Zoro finds himself unable to fully confront the reality of their breakup. His mind is consumed by his training as he fights to become worthy again for Enma. With each swing of his sword, he pours his frustrations and doubts into his training, pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion in a desperate attempt to prove himself worthy. But no matter how hard he tries, Enma remains elusive, its rejection a constant reminder of his shortcomings.

There's a part of Zoro that longs for the warmth of Sanji's touch, the sound of his laughter. He can't ignore the tug of longing in his heart, the desperate yearning for something he can't name. Yet, try as he might, Zoro can't break free from the chains of his own ambition, can't escape the relentless drive to prove himself, to become the swordsman he knows he can be.

His thoughts drift back to Sanji, his mind unable to escape the image of his former lover's face. He remembers the curve of Sanji's smile, the sparkle in his eyes, the way his laughter could light up even the darkest corners of the ship. He remembers the scent of cologne, tobacco, and the taste of his mouth against his. But alongside those memories, there's also pain, a deep ache that settles in Zoro's chest like a heavy stone. He remembers the hurt in Sanji's eyes, the way his voice wavered with emotion as they parted ways. It's a pain that Zoro can't shake, a reminder of the distance that now lies between them.

The burden of proving himself worthy to Enma weighs heavily on him, pressing down on his shoulders like an unyielding force.

He misses Sanji—misses the warmth of his touch, the sound of his laughter, the way he could always find solace in his presence. But amidst the turmoil of his training and the relentless pursuit of strength, Zoro feels as though he's trapped in a never-ending cycle of self-doubt and determination.

Each swing of his sword is a reminder of his failure, each rejection from Enma a sharp stab to his pride. And yet, he can't bring himself to abandon his quest, can't let go of the burning desire to become the greatest swordsman in the world. He knows that he can't afford to falter, can't afford to let his emotions cloud his judgment.

With a heavy sigh, Zoro tightens his grip on his sword, steeling himself for the challenges that lie ahead. He knows that the road to redemption will be long and arduous, but he's determined to see it through to the end, no matter the cost.

Breaking up was not Sanji’s only torment. There were still nightmares…

As the nights grew longer and the days more challenging, Sanji found himself haunted by nightmares more frequently than ever before. Memories of their argument, of Zoro's cold words and indifferent demeanor, played out in vivid detail, tormenting him in his sleep. He would wake in a cold sweat, his heart racing and his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The darkness of the night seemed suffocating, pressing in on him from all sides as he struggled to shake off the remnants of his dreams.

In the past, when the nightmares had plagued him, Zoro had always been there to offer comfort and support. He would sit with Sanji, his presence a reassuring anchor in the storm of his fears. But now, with their relationship fractured and their bond strained, Sanji found himself facing the nightmares alone.

He would retreat to a secluded corner of the ship, away from prying eyes and the curious gazes of his crewmates. There, in the quiet darkness, he would sit cross-legged on the floor, his hands resting lightly on his knees as he closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. Meditation had always worked for Sanji, a way to quiet the chaos of his mind and find inner peace. But now, with the weight of his fractured relationship bearing down on him, it was more challenging than ever to find that sense of tranquility.

He would sit in silence for hours, his mind a tempest of conflicting emotions. Anger, sadness, longing—they all battled for dominance within him, each one threatening to overwhelm him entirely. But through sheer force of will, Sanji would push past the turmoil, seeking the stillness that lay beneath the surface.

No matter how hard he tried, the nightmares persisted, a relentless onslaught that left him feeling exhausted and defeated. The absence of Zoro's comforting presence only made the darkness feel deeper, the shadows more suffocating.

As Sanji stands in the galley, preparing lunch with mechanical movements, his mind is still consumed by the lingering effects of his nightmares. The weight of his fractured relationship with Zoro bears down on him like a heavy burden, sapping his energy and leaving him feeling drained. Nami, Brook, and Luffy are also in the kitchen, their lively chatter a stark contrast to Sanji's somber mood. Nami can't shake the feeling that something is off with Sanji. His usual warmth and enthusiasm are noticeably absent, replaced by a distant look in his eyes and a tense set to his shoulders.

Sensing his distress, Nami approaches him cautiously, her expression filled with concern. "Sanji-kun, is everything okay?"

Sanji forces a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm fine, Nami-san. Just a little tired, that's all."

But Nami isn't convinced. She can see the pain hidden behind his facade, the weight of his troubles bearing down on him like a lead weight, since weeks. Without a word, she steps closer and envelops him in a gentle embrace, her arms offering a silent refuge from the storm raging within him.

At first, Sanji tenses at her touch, his instinct to withdraw and hide his vulnerability kicking in. But then, as if all the walls he had built around himself come crashing down at once, he crumbles in her arms, the weight of weeks of pain is too much to bear alone. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he buries his face in Nami's shoulder, his body shaking with silent sobs. All the pent-up emotions he has been holding back for so long come pouring out in a torrent of grief and despair.

"Oh Sanji-kun... Is it about Zoro...?" Nami holds him close, her own heart breaking at the sight of his pain.

Sanji nods weakly, unable to find the strength to speak. His heartache over his fractured relationship with Zoro weighs heavily on him, threatening to drown him in a sea of despair.

Nami holds him tighter, offering silent support as he lets out a shuddering sigh. The pain is palpable in the air, thick and suffocating, as Sanji struggles to come to terms with the reality of his situation. Brook and Luffy exchange worried glances, their usual jovial demeanor replaced by somber concern. They may not fully understand the complexities of Sanji's emotions, but they can see the depth of his pain and suffering.

"Sanji-kun..." Nami whispers softly, her voice a gentle reassurance in the midst of his turmoil.

Luffy approaches them with a furrowed brow, his concern evident in the earnestness of his expression. He wastes no time beating around the bush, his straightforward nature cutting through the tension in the room like a sharp blade through silk.

"Sanji, why was Zoro mad at you?" Luffy asks, his voice tinged with genuine curiosity.

Sanji takes a moment to compose himself before responding, his voice heavy with emotion.

"It's because... I protected him during the fleet attack," Sanji explains, his words barely above a whisper. "He saw it as an act of weakness on his part. For him, he should have taken the hit and seen it as a lesson to train harder. He told me that since that incident, Enma no longer wants to obey him. So, he concluded that I was hindering his goal."

Luffy's expression twists in confusion. "But doesn't he know that if you hadn’t intervened, he would have died?"

"C’mon, Luffy," Nami interjects with a chuckle. "Zoro wouldn't have perished from just one blow."

"No, he would have died. I know, I saw it," Luffy insists.

"What do you mean, Luffy-san?" Brook asks, perplexed.

Luffy lies on the counter, his arms resting behind his head as he explains matter-of-factly.

"My observation haki is advanced. I can see into the future. I saw that if Zoro had taken the hit, it would have killed him because the guy was aiming at his throat. And Sanji saw it too, because Sanji’s haki is also advanced."

"But Zoro... Zoro also has haki..." Nami starts.

"Not advanced. He has very good haki of armament and also the Conqueror, but Sanji's observation haki is superior. Zoro doesn't see into the future," Luffy clarifies.

Nami furrows her brow, processing Luffy's revelation. "Then why didn't you explain this to Zoro, Sanji? He should know the truth."

Sanji's shoulders slump, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "I couldn't, Nami-san. Zoro never let me talk or explain during our fight. He was too caught up in his own anger and frustration to listen to reason."

"I'm going to punch him in the face, this stupid idiot." Nami growls.

"Don't worry, Nami. I've got it." Answers Luffy with a smile before leaving the galley.

Luffy strides purposefully across the deck of the Thousand Sunny, his expression determined as he searches for Zoro. He finds the swordsman training alone in the crow's nest, his muscles tense with exertion as he lifts his weights with precision and focus. Stopping a few feet away, Luffy clears his throat, drawing Zoro's attention. The swordsman pauses in his training, casting a curious glance in Luffy's direction.

"Luffy? What's up?" Zoro asks, wiping sweat from his brow as he approaches.

Luffy fixes him with a serious gaze. "Zoro, do you know Sanji is sad?"

Zoro's brow furrows in confusion, taken aback by the unexpected question. And slowly, a glimmer of worry passes through his eyes. "Is he...?"

Luffy nods solemnly. "Yeah, he's really sad. And it's because of your fight."

Zoro's expression darkens, guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders. "I didn't mean for things to end up like this."

"But they did," Luffy states matter-of-factly. "And now Sanji is hurting."

Zoro's gaze hardens, a defensive edge creeping into his voice. "It's not all my fault, you know. The cook was the one who ended the relationship."

"Why he did that?" Asks Luffy as he jumps on one of Zoro's bar to grab it with his legs and let his body fall. His head is upside down. He swings back and forth on the bar, his eyes fixed on Zoro as he listens intently to his explanation. Zoro takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he begins.

"It all started during the fleet attack," Zoro begins, his voice tinged with frustration. "I was in the middle of a fight, and that idiot cook jumped in to protect me. But he didn't have to. It was my fight, my battle to face. Since then, my sword Enma judges me unworthy, like I'm not strong enough to wield it. My dream to become the greatest swordsman is more important than anything, but the Cook... he didn't understand that."

Luffy nods, his expression serious as he absorbs Zoro's words. "You are the one who didn't understand what really happened. Did you try to listen to Sanji?"

Zoro's brows knit together in contemplation at Luffy's question. He pauses, considering his response carefully before speaking.

"What do you mean?"

Luffy's sighs, his eyes locking onto Zoro's with a determined gaze. "Sanji has a better Observation’s haki than you. He saw into the future during the fleet attack. He saw that if you took that hit, you would have died. And I saw the same future. That's why Sanji took the hit, to protect you."

Zoro's eyes widen in astonishment, disbelief flickering across his features. "He... saw into the future?"

Luffy nods solemnly. "Yeah. Sanji saw you die. He didn't interfere with your dream, he allowed you to continue to realize it."

A surge of emotion wells up inside Zoro, a potent mix of gratitude and remorse. He had been so blinded by his own pride and frustration that he hadn't stopped to consider Sanji's actions. Now, faced with the truth, he feels a profound sense of gratitude for his friend's selflessness.

"I didn't know," Zoro admits, still in shock.

"You didn't even try to listen to him. Zoro you are an idiot!" Smiles Luffy.

"Oi!"

"I told you that Sanji would never be an obstacle to your dream. Why you have doubt about him?"

Zoro's cheeks flush with embarrassment as Luffy's words hit home. He hangs his head, feeling a pang of guilt for his previous actions. Luffy uses the moment to jump from the bar and starts to play with the weights.

"You're right, Luffy. I didn’t tried to listen to the cook," Zoro concedes, his voice tinged with remorse. "I let my own doubts cloud my judgment, and I ended up hurting him in the process. I'm such an idiot."

Luffy grins, clapping Zoro on the back. "Yup! You are, Zoro. But we all make mistakes. The important thing is that you realize it now and do something about it."

"The cook won't listen. The truth is... I know he is sad but he is also angry. He won't let me explains myself now. I think it's too late."

Luffy's smile fades slightly at Zoro's words, replaced by a look of concern. "It's never too late, Zoro. You just need to show Sanji that you're sincere and willing to make things right. Even if he's angry now, deep down he still loves you. Aren't you... sad to not be with him anymore? Because I think you are... You don't show it, but I know you are.”

Zoro's gaze softens as he meets Luffy's eyes, the weight of his words sinking in. He pauses, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions he's kept buried deep inside.

"Yeah... I am," Zoro admits, allowing a bit of vulnerability in front of his captain. "I miss him, Luffy. More than I thought I would."

Luffy nods understandingly, a sympathetic expression crossing his features. "I know... and if Sanji doesn't want to listen to you, I know you won't give up."

Zoro's chest tightens at Luffy's words, a surge of determination coursing through him. He nods resolutely, a flicker of resolve igniting in his eyes.

"No I won't." Zoro affirms.

With a firm pat on Zoro's back, Luffy offers him a reassuring smile. "Great! Now I promise to Nami that I've got it."

"What are you talking about?"

A loud crash echoes across the deck, causing everyone to turn in alarm. In the galley, Nami and Brook exchange worried glances, their concern mounting at the sound of the commotion. As they continue to comfort Sanji, their ears perk up at the sound of Usopp's panicked voice entering the galley. He bursts in, eyes wide with shock, his words tumbling out in a rush.

"It's Luffy! He just punched Zoro in the face, and... and Zoro went flying from the crow's nest and crashed onto the deck!"

The news hits them like a bolt from the blue, and for a moment, silence descends over the galley as they process the absurdity of the situation. But then, despite the seriousness of the moment, a burst of laughter escapes Nami's lips.

"That's my captain!”

Days pass, each one stretching out into an agonizing eternity for Zoro as he grapples with the weight of his mistakes. Despite his best efforts, he never manages to find a moment alone with Sanji. The cook is always surrounded by their crewmates, or when he's not, the palpable anger radiating from him serves as an impenetrable barrier.

Zoro feels the weight of his remorse pressing down on him like a heavy yoke, his inability to find the right words only exacerbating his sense of helplessness. He knows he's bad with words, never quite able to express himself in the way he wants. And now, faced with the enormity of his actions, he finds himself at a loss for what to say.

Every time he sees Sanji, the words catch in his throat, choked by the fear of rejection and the shame of his own failings. He wants to apologize, to make things right, but the words elude him, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

Zoro knows that it's his fault that Sanji dumped him. He knows that he let his own doubts and insecurities cloud his judgment, causing irreparable harm to their relationship. And yet, despite his newfound clarity, he can't seem to find a way to bridge the gap between them.

Zoro you are a fucking coward… He says for himself.

One night, Sanji finds himself once again caught in the clutches of a nightmare. n the dim light of the boys' quarters, Zoro stirs restlessly in his bunk, his sleep troubled by the weight of his guilt.

He catches a glimpse of Sanji's distressed expression from across the room, but a part of him hesitates to intervene. He doesn't feel worthy to offer comfort or solace to the cook, not when he can't even face him to talk to him. As Sanji slips out of the boys' quarters, Zoro watches him go, a heavy sense of powerlessness settling over him like a suffocating blanket. He knows he should go after him, should try to make things right, but his feet remain rooted to the spot, paralyzed.

Minutes pass, each one stretching out into an eternity as Zoro grapples with his inner turmoil. Then, just when he feels like he can't bear the weight of his guilt any longer, the sound of small footsteps draws his attention.

Chopper clambers up onto Zoro's bunk, his eyes wide with fear and his fur bristling with unease. "Zoro... I had a nightmare."

Zoro's heart clenches at the sight of Chopper's distress, without hesitation, he lets Chopper lie on his chest and fondle his head affectionately and fraternally. The little reindeer nestles close, seeking comfort and reassurance in Zoro's presence. They stay like this for long minutes.

"Zoro," Whispers Chopper to not wake up the other men.

"Hmm?"

"Do you still love Sanji?"

Zoro's is for sure, surprised by Chopper's question, sometimes he forgot that the whole crew know for them. His mind racing as he searches for an answer. He inhales deeply, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before responding.

"Yeah, Chopper, I do," Zoro admits softly.

"Then... why don't you tell him that you are sorry?" Chopper asks with a little sob.

Zoro's heart clenches at the sadness in Chopper's voice, a pang of guilt washing over him as he realizes the impact of his actions on those around him. He swallows hard, feeling the weight of his remorse settle heavily in his chest.

"He... doesn't want to talk to me, Chopper." Zoro replies while trying to hide his emotions.

"But he is so sad... Zoro I don't want to see you both sad..."

Zoro's shoulders sag at Chopper's words, his guilt weighing heavily on him as he considers the pain he's caused both Sanji and the rest of the crew. He knows Chopper is right—he can't bear to see Sanji suffering because of his mistakes.

"Just go and say you are sorry, please, Zoro." Cries a little bit more the reindeer.

Zoro's resolve hardens as he listens to Chopper's plea, his determination to make things right overpowering his fear and hesitation. He nods solemnly, his expression firm.

"Alright Chopper."

Chopper's eyes light up with relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Thank you, Zoro. I know Sanji will appreciate it."

Zoro finally offers a smile to Chopper.

"Can you put me in Luffy's bed? I don't want to have another nightmare."

"Of course." Zoro smiles, tenderized by Chopper.

Zoro gently lifts Chopper from his chest, careful not to disturb the little reindeer as he carries him across the room. With gentle hands, he tucks Chopper into Luffy's bed without waking the captain, ensuring he's comfortable and snug beneath the blankets.

"There you go, Chopper. Rest well," Zoro says softly, his smile warm and reassuring.

"Thank you, Zoro. Goodnight," Chopper replies, his eyes already growing heavy with sleep.

"Goodnight, Chopper," Zoro murmurs, watching over the young reindeer for a moment longer before quietly slipping out of the boys' quarters.

With Chopper settled, Zoro sets out on his mission to find Sanji, his determination unwavering as he seeks to make amends and heal the wounds he's caused. Zoro enters the galley, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet space. He finds Sanji hunched over the counter, a pot of steaming herbal infusion brewing beside him. The cook's expression is tense, his brow furrowed with lingering traces of distress from his nightmare.

Without looking up, Sanji speaks in a casual tone, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "If you're here for the booze, you know where to find it."

Zoro hesitates for a moment, his gaze fixed on Sanji's rigid form. "I'm not here for the booze."

Sanji's shoulders tense at Zoro's response, his fingers tightening around the handle of the teapot. "So you have nothing to do here."

Of course, Sanji is like a brick wall. Zoro struggles to swallow but he doesn't want to run away. No this time. So he decides to take the bull by the horns.

"First of all, I love you."

Sanji's grip on the teapot tightens further at Zoro's unexpected declaration. His heart clenches painfully at the words he longed to hear, but his pride and anger rise up like a wall between them.

"Don't you dare say that, Zoro," Sanji snaps, his voice sharp with anger. "You don't get to just waltz in here and pret-"

Zoro takes a step closer, his expression earnest. "I love you, and I'm sorry."

Sanji's anger falters for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability shining through his defiant facade. He looks up at Zoro, his eyes clouded with a mix of emotions—pain, anger, and sadness. But the swordsman doesn't let this painful and beautiful blue eyes stop him.

"I'm the most selfish, stubborn son of a bitch... and I'm also ungrateful and unfaithful," Zoro admits, his voice raw with emotion. "I let my pride get in the way, and my rules hurt you. I was so mad at myself to see you hurt by that guy and at the same time... I said I should have handled it but I didn't even consider how strong you are too. I forgot how your observation haki is stronger that mine and that you can see the future. And you... you tried to tell me, and I... didn't listen. I didn't even think for a second that you protect me so I could still achieve my dream. I... I embarrassed your respect for my dream. And I'm sorry..."

Sanji's jaw clenches, his emotions swirling in a tempest inside him. He wants to scream, to lash out, to make Zoro feel the pain he’s been carrying. But there's a part of him, a small and fragile part, that yearns to believe Zoro's words, to find solace in his sincerity.

"Do you think saying sorry will just make everything go away?" Sanji's voice trembles with a mix of anger and hurt. "You shattered my trust, Zoro. How am I supposed to forgive that?"

Zoro steps closer, his eyes never leaving Sanji's. "I know it won't be easy, and I don't expect you to forgive me right away. But I want to make things right. Please, I’m willing to do anything to fix this. What do I have to do, Sanji?"

Sanji's eyes bore into Zoro's, searching for any hint of deceit, any sign that this is just another empty promise. But all he sees is earnestness, a raw vulnerability that he's rarely witnessed in the swordsman.

"You have no idea how much it hurt," Sanji whispers, his voice cracking. "To be pushed away like that, to feel like you didn't trust me, like you didn't care."

Like once again, I was just a failure.

Zoro’s heart twists at the raw pain in Sanji’s voice. He feels a pang of guilt deeper than any wound he’s ever received in battle. Taking a step closer, he reaches out but stops short of touching Sanji, his hand hovering uncertainly.

"Cook..." Zoro pleads, his voice rough with desperation, "Please tell me what I can do to fix this."

Sanji’s eyes shimmer with unshed tears as he looks at Zoro, the walls around his heart beginning to crack. "I don’t know, Zoro. I don’t even know where to start."

"If you want to scream at me, to kick me, I'm ready to take it. Whatever it takes to clean up my mess..."

Sanji’s breath catches in his throat, the sincerity in Zoro’s words cutting through his anger and pain. He wants to scream, to kick him, to make Zoro feel the hurt he’s been carrying. But as he looks into Zoro’s eyes, he sees something that disarms him—a raw, unfiltered regret.

"Do you think that’s enough?" Sanji snaps, though his voice wavers. "Do you think just taking a few hits is going to fix everything?"

"If not, then I'll just start with that and do all the other things that need to be done," Zoro responds, his voice steady.

Sanji's eyes narrow, still holding onto his anger but feeling the first cracks of doubt. "It’s not that simple, Zoro."

Zoro nods, his expression resolute. "I know it’s not simple. So tell me what you are expecting from me! Remember, I'm just... a musclehead or a moss for brain."

Sanji blinks in surprise, the unexpected self-deprecation from Zoro momentarily catching him off guard. He had always thought of Zoro as stubborn and prideful, rarely admitting his faults. Hearing Zoro refer to himself with the nicknames Sanji often used, it’s both disarming and oddly endearing.

"Did you just call yourself a moss for brain?" Sanji asks, a hint of incredulity in his voice.

Zoro shoves his head into his shoulders, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "No..."

Sanji's anger begins to thaw slightly, replaced by a mix of exasperation and reluctant amusement. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?"

"I am a man of my word." Zoro replies earnestly.

Sanji studies Zoro’s face for a long moment, seeing the depth of sincerity there. He wants to believe him, wants to give him a chance, but he’s still cautious, still hurt. Hiss gaze softens as he considers Zoro's earnestness. Perhaps there's hope yet for them to mend what's broken between them. But it won't be easy, and Sanji knows it'll take more than just words to rebuild the trust that's been shattered.

"Alright, Moss for brain," Sanji begins, his tone serious but not without a hint of warmth. "If you're really serious about this, then there are a few things you need to do."

Zoro nods, steeling himself for whatever punishment Sanji might have in mind.

"First, you're on kitchen duty for the next week. No slacking off, all the dishes from breakfast to dinner, all the cleaning and you’re gonna peel a lot of vegetables" Sanji states firmly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Got it," Zoro replies, already mentally preparing himself for the long hours ahead.

"Second, you have to apologize to each member of the crew individually. Everyone was worry about us, especially Nami-san and Robin-chan. Let them know that you're sorry for the way you've acted and that you're committed to making things right," Sanji continues, his voice unwavering.

Zoro's shoulders slump slightly at the thought of having to swallow his pride and admit his faults to each of his crewmates. Sanji's lips quirk up in a small smile as he sees Zoro's reaction. He knows the swordsman is in for a tough week, but he also knows that it's necessary for him to truly understand the gravity of his actions.

"And finally," Sanji adds, his tone turning more serious, "you're banned from sake for the next month."

Zoro's eyes widen in shock at the severity of the punishment. Sake is one of his few indulgences, and the thought of going without it for a whole month feels like a heavy blow.

"But-but-but..." Zoro starts to protest, but Sanji holds up a hand to silence him.

"No buts. It’s your punishment for doing such a stupid thing!"

Zoro nods reluctantly, knowing that he has no choice but to accept Sanji's terms. He may not like it, but he's determined to do whatever it takes to earn back Sanji's trust and the respect of the rest of the crew.

The cook swears to see a tear of despair roll over Zoro’s cheek.

"If you want us to have any chance of being together again, there are a few things you need to understand," Sanji begins, his voice serious but tinged with vulnerability. "First, you need to learn to listen to me, Zoro. I need to know that you value my opinions and respect my decisions, even if you don't always agree with them. Stop cutting me off, wait for my version of the facts before making a conclusion"

Zoro knows that communication has never been his strong suit, but he's willing to put in the effort if it means earning back Sanji's trust. His eyes widen in realization as he takes in Sanji's words. It's a mutual understanding, a promise to trust each other's strengths and respect each other's limits. He nods, a sense of relief washing over him at the prospect of rebuilding their relationship on a foundation of mutual understanding and trust.

"I get it, Cook." Zoro says, his voice tinged with gratitude.

Sanji smiles, a genuine warmth filling his eyes. "That's all I ask, Moss for Brain."

Zoro nods once more, all ready to do that. Despite the challenges ahead, he feels a glimmer of hope blossoming within him. Perhaps they can overcome their differences and rebuild what they once had, stronger than before.

"Now tell me... How was that punch in the face from Luffy?" Sanji asks, mischievously. "Was it a hard one?”

Zoro chuckles, a lightheartedness returning to their conversation. "I think I saw stars for a moment."

Sanji laughs, the tension of their previous conversation dissipating with the shared moment of humor. "Well, that's a three billions punch, after all."

Zoro grins, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, definitely felt like it.”

Zoro feels a warmth spreading through him as he looks at Sanji, his heart yearning for the connection they once shared. Caught in the moment and despite knowing all the steps he needs to take to rebuild their relationship, Zoro's gaze softens as he looks at Sanji, seeing the cook's vulnerability and strength laid bare before him. He wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around him, to offer comfort and reassurance in the simplest of gestures.

But the swordsman hesitates, uncertain of how to express this longing without overstepping. He knows that after everything that's happened between them, he can't just assume that physical affection is welcome.

Taking a deep breath, Zoro braces himself, steeling his resolve. "Cook..."

Sanji looks up, meeting Zoro's gaze with a curious expression. "What is it, Moss for Brain?"

Zoro hesitates, the words caught in his throat for a moment before he finally finds the courage to speak. "I know that... um... you had a nightmare and... I was wondering... Can I... Can I do something about it...?"

Sanji's gaze softens at Zoro's hesitant words, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before he nods slowly. "You... you want to help with my nightmares?"

Zoro nods, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping into his cheeks. "Yeah... if you want me to. I mean, I know we're not... we're not really on good terms right now, but... I don't want you to suffer alone."

"What do you have in mind?"

Zoro takes a moment to gather his thoughts, feeling a bit relieved that Sanji didn't outright reject his offer. He scratches the back of his head, trying to think of the best way to approach the situation.

"Well... Do you need a... warm bath or... a meditation? Or something else?"

Sanji's surprise slowly gives way to a faint smile at Zoro's earnestness, touched by the swordsman's willingness to help despite their current strained relationship.

"I appreciate the offer, Zoro," Sanji says, his voice softening with gratitude. "A warm bath sounds nice, actually."

Zoro's shoulders relax slightly at Sanji's response, relieved that his offer was received positively. He returns Sanji's smile with a small one of his own, grateful for the opportunity to do something to ease the cook's suffering, even in a small way.

"Alright then, I'll go prepare the bath for you," Zoro says, a hint of determination in his voice.

Zoro leaves the galley to fetch the bath, and Sanji's hand reaches out to lightly scratch his blond hair.

"That shitty-swordsman is serious... he really wants to fix it..." Sanji murmurs to himself, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

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The first light of dawn begins to filter through the ship's portholes and Sanji is already up and about, his mind set on carrying out the punishment he had devised for Zoro. The crew is still in their bunks, the quiet of the early morning punctuated only by the gentle creak of the ship and the rhythmic sound of the waves against the hull.

Sanji makes his way to the boys' quarters, his steps purposeful. He pushes the door open and enters, his eyes immediately finding Zoro's sleeping form. Taking a deep breath, Sanji steels himself for what he knows will be a long day.

"Oi, Mosshead, wake up!" Sanji's voice is firm but not unkind as he stands over Zoro's bunk.

Zoro stirs, blinking groggily as he tries to shake off the remnants of sleep. He squints up at Sanji, who looks surprisingly serious for this hour of the morning.

"Time to start your punishment," Sanji declares, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "You've got a lot of work ahead of you."

Zoro groans again, rubbing a hand over his face as he sits up, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. "Already? The sun's barely up, Cook."

Sanji crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow and shooting Zoro a pointed look. "What do you think it takes to feed eleven people? To feed Luffy?"

Zoro sighs, swinging his legs over the side of the bunk and standing up, stretching his arms above his head. "Alright, alright. I get it. Feeding Luffy's like feeding a bottomless pit."

Sanji smirks slightly, the tension between them easing just a bit. "Exactly. Now let's get moving. The sooner you start, the sooner we can get through this."

Zoro nods, his expression serious as he follows Sanji out of the boys' quarters and into the galley. The ship is quiet, the rest of the crew still deep in slumber, and the early morning light casts a soft glow over the room.

Sanji sets Zoro up with a mountain of vegetables to peel"Start with these," he instructs, pointing to the pile. "And remember, no shortcuts. I want everything done properly."

Zoro nods, rolling up his sleeves and picking up the first vegetable. "Got it."

Sanji watches him for a moment, his gaze sharp and assessing. "And don't think you can slack off when I'm not looking. I'll know if you cut corners."

Zoro grunts in acknowledgment, setting to work with a determined focus. As he peels the vegetables, the rhythmic motion of his hands gives him time to think. Each slice feels like a small step toward repairing the rift between him and Sanji. Sanji moves around the galley, busying himself with other preparations but keeping a watchful eye on Zoro. He notes the swordsman's dedication, a small part of him grudgingly impressed by Zoro's effort.

The sun rises higher, casting warm light through the portholes as the rest of the crew begins to stir. The quiet of the early morning is gradually replaced by the sounds of footsteps and muffled voices. One by one, the crew members make their way to the galley as the breakfast is served.

"Morning," Nami greets, her eyes widening slightly as she sees Zoro already sit on the table. "You weren't on night duty, Zoro?"

"No, that was Jimbe's turn."

"That's why you are already here! Because when you are on night duty, you are up later."

The crew calmly ate breakfast together. Slowly, the conversations awaken the still soft bodies and brains in slow motion. When everyone finishes, Brook gets up and turns to Sanji.

"Sanji-san, it’s my turn today for the dishes."

"I’ll take care of it." Zoro replies, in a firm voice.

"Zoro-san, no need, we all have our turn, it’s always been like this."

"It’s okay, Brook, I’ve got it."

The crew looks at Zoro in confusion, their eyebrows raised at his sudden eagerness to do chores. Sanji stands by the counter, hiding a small smile behind his hand as he watches the scene unfold.

"Zoro, are you feeling alright?" Chopper asks, his voice filled with concern.

Luffy, always straightforward, just grins. "Zoro wants to do the dishes without complaining? That's new!"

Nami and Robin exchange a glance, their eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. Robin catches the subtle, satisfied smile on Sanji's face and the pieces start to fall into place for her. She nudges Nami gently with her elbow and nods towards Sanji. Nami follows her gaze, noticing Sanji's discreet smile.

Nami's eyes widen slightly in realization before she leans back in her chair, a knowing smile spreading across her face. "I see," she murmurs to Robin, who gives a slight nod in response.

"Well, if you're sure, Zoro-san," Brook finally says, bowing gracefully. "I appreciate the offer."

Zoro nods, already gathering the dirty dishes. The rest of the crew begins to disperse, heading off to their various tasks and activities for the day. When Nami walks past Sanji before leaving the room, she whispers in his ear:

"Drive him like a horse, Sanji-kun."

"Oh, I will.~"

As the crew filters out of the galley, Zoro sets to work with a quiet intensity, scrubbing dishes and cleaning the kitchen. He can feel Sanji's eyes on him, but he doesn't let it deter him. If anything, it strengthens his resolve.

Sanji watches for a few more moments before stepping up to Zoro's side. "You're doing alright so far," he admits, his tone begrudgingly approving. "But don't think this is going to be easy, Mosshead. You've got a long way to go."

Zoro looks up from his work, meeting Sanji's gaze with a steady, determined look. "I know."

Sanji raises an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Once you are done, you can go train. I'll call you for the lunch's preparations."

Zoro nods, a sense of gratitude swelling within him at Sanji's concession. "Got it, shit-cook."

Sanji nods in acknowledgment before turning his attention back to the kitchen, his movements efficient and purposeful as he sets about his own tasks. Zoro finishes up his cleaning duties with renewed determination, his mind already drifting to the training session that awaits him. As he leaves the galley, Zoro feels a sense of accomplishment wash over him. It's a small victory, but it's a start. With each task completed, he's one step closer to earning back Sanji's trust and repairing their fractured relationship.

As he heads off to his training spot, Zoro can't help but feel a glimmer of hope for the future. He knows it won't be easy, but he's willing to put in the effort to make things right. And with Sanji's begrudging approval ringing in his ears, he's more determined than ever to succeed.

He passes Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper, who play the little horses in the grass of the Sunny. And as he climbs the ladder of the crow’s nest, the little reindeer rolls his dice while frowning.

"You think Zoro went to apologize to Sanji?"

"For sure he did, Chopper! Why do you think he volunteered for the dishes?" Usopp replies with a wink.

Chopper's frown deepens as he considers Usopp's words, the dice clutched tightly in his paw. "But do you really think Sanji will forgive him?"

Luffy shrugs, a carefree grin on his face as he lounges in the grass. "Of course he will. Sanji loves Zoro way too much. And Zoro loves Sanji even more!"

"They are lovebirds, Chopper, remember?" Giggles Usopp.

Chopper's expression softens at the reminder, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Despite his worries, he can't help but feel a glimmer of hope at the thought of Zoro and Sanji reconciling.

"Yeah, you're right," Chopper agrees, his voice tinged with optimism. "They're lovebirds, after all."

Luffy grins, rolling onto his back and staring up at the sky with a contented sigh. "Exactly! And lovebirds always find their way back to each other."

Usopp nods in agreement, his gaze drifting out to sea. "Yeah, they do. I just hope it doesn't take too long. I miss the old bickering between those two!"

Throughout the day, Zoro tackles each task with a quiet determination, his mind focused on making amends and regaining Sanji's trust. Between his training sessions, he fulfills his punishment duties with diligence, scrubbing dishes, peeling vegetables, and cleaning the galley with meticulous care.

As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the ship, after everyone had dinner and the chores are done. Everyone enjoy a moment together on the deck. Franky even arrives with drinks, offering a milkshake to Chopper, tea for Brook and Sanji, coffee for Robin, cola for himself and a beer for Jimbe, Usopp, Nami and Luffy. He finally hands Zoro a beer.

Zoro's heart sinks when he sees the frosty bottle of beer being extended toward him. It's a tempting sight, the condensation glistening on the glass, his mouth is already salivating with a desire to receive the liquid on his tongue.

He struggles, hard, but finally, defeated, he refuses. "Thanks, Franky. But I'm not thirsty."

The reaction is immediate and unanimous. Everyone's eyes widen in surprise, their expressions ranging from confusion to concern. Even Luffy, who is usually oblivious to such subtleties, looks at Zoro with a puzzled frown.

"Zoro, you never say no to booze!" Luffy asks, surprises. "It's like me not being hungry."

Zoro shifts uncomfortably under their scrutiny, his throat feeling dry as he struggles to come up with a convincing excuse. The crew exchanges confuse glances, clearly not buying Zoro's lack of thirst. Nami turns her head to Sanji, who does his best not to laugh. And a smirk appears on the sailor’s face, when she immediately understands. She doesn’t even try to tease Zoro.

"How long?" She asks Zoro.

The swordsman turns crimson in a second. He wants to run away, throw himself by the mother, die in peace, to reach the paradise of alcohol, but no, he is stuck here, because he is in love.

"A month..." He whispers, hoping no one hears.

Nami's eyes widen in surprise, her lips twitching with the effort to hold back her laughter. But when she sees Zoro turns crimson and Sanji with a sadistic smile, she can't help but burst into laughter, the sound echoing across the deck.

"A month?!" Nami exclaims, unable to contain her amusement. "You? No alcohol for a whole month? Sanji-kun you are worse than me!"

The rest of the crew joins in Nami's laughter, their chuckles and giggles filling the air. Even Luffy, who still doesn't quite understand the gravity of the situation, laughs along with the others, his infectious grin lighting up his face. Zoro feels his face burning with embarrassment as he becomes the center of attention once again. He ducks his head, trying to hide his flushed cheeks behind his hair.

"Come on, Zoro, you're telling us you're actually going to stick to that?" Usopp asks, a teasing smirk on his face.

"It's not like he has a choice." Chuckles Robin. "This is what happens when a child is naughty, he is punished."

Zoro's scowl deepens at the teasing remarks, his embarrassment turning into frustration. "You guys are enjoying this way too much," he mutters under his breath.

Nami's laughter subsides as she catches Zoro's muttered comment. But before she can respond, Zoro turns on his heel and storms off, his footsteps echoing across the deck as he stalks away, sulking, whispering "witch" when he passes Nami.

Once Zoro is out of earshot, Nami's laughter dies down, and she turns to Sanji with an amused smile. "Well, I must say, that's quite the punishment you've devised, Sanji-kun. I didn't think you had it in you."

Sanji smirks, a satisfied glint in his eye. "You are my muse, Nami-san."

"Do you really want to give him a second chance, Sanji? Do you want to forgive him?" Asks Jimbe.

Sanji's expression softens at Jimbe's question, a contemplative look crossing his features. He leans against the railing, gazing out at the vast expanse of the sea as he considers his answer.

"I wouldn't have bothered to do all these punishments if I hadn't seen his sincerity in his apology." He replies quietly, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Sanji's response carries a weight of honesty that resonates with the crew, their respect for him deepening as they witness the sincerity in his words. They can sense the depth of his emotions, the struggle he's been through in grappling with his feelings for Zoro and the desire to believe in his sincerity.

"I understand, Sanji," Jimbe says, his voice steady and reassuring. "It takes courage to forgive, especially after being hurt. But I believe in your judgment."

Sanji offers Jimbe a grateful nod, appreciating the support from his friend and crewmate. He knows that forgiving Zoro won't be easy, but he's willing to take that risk, to give him another chance.

Throughout the week, Zoro throws himself into his kitchen chores without complaining once. From the crack of dawn until late into the night, he peels vegetables, washes dishes, and scrubs every corner of the galley with meticulous care. Under Sanji's watchful eye, he learns the importance of attention to detail, and how Sanji’s wants his presious temple to be clean.

But it's not just the physical labor that weighs on Zoro. As part of his punishment, he also must apologize to each member of the crew individually for causing them worry about him and Sanji. This task proves to be just as challenging, if not more so, than the kitchen chores. Zoro approaches each crew member with a mix of apprehension and humility, his apologies sincere but awkward. He stumbles over his words, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to vulnerability as he acknowledges his mistakes and asks for forgiveness.

Nami listens to his apology with a raised eyebrow, her expression unreadable. But when Zoro finishes, she surprises him with a gentle smile and a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"It takes a big man to admit when he's wrong, Zoro," she says, her tone surprisingly soft. "I appreciate the apology but I'm raising your debt!"

"What? You are really a witch!" he screams at her.

Robin accepts Zoro's apology with her usual grace and elegance, her gentle smile putting him at ease as she assures him that all is forgiven. Chopper, with tears in his eyes, accepts Zoro's apology with a cautious smile, jumping in the swordsman arms to cry with joy. Usopp, caught off guard by Zoro's apology, shifts uncomfortably on his feet, his usual bravado momentarily faltering. He scratches the back of his head, unable to meet Zoro's gaze as he mumbles his acceptance. But despite his awkwardness, there's a flicker of understanding in his eyes. Luffy, who had already forgiven Zoro in his own way, grins widely and punches Zoro on the shoulder with a hearty laugh, declaring that they're still the best of friends. Franky, ever the dramatic one, throws himself into Zoro's arms with an exaggerated cry of forgiveness, declaring that their bond is unbreakable and that he'll always have Zoro's back. Brook and Jimbe, more mature and understanding, accept Zoro's apology with quiet nods and reassuring smiles, their faith in their crewmate unwavering.

As Zoro makes his way through the crew, apologizing to each member in turn, he feels a weight lifting from his shoulders with each acceptance. Though the scars of his mistakes may linger, he knows that he's taken the first step toward redemption, toward rebuilding the trust that he's lost.

At night, after dinner, Zoro does the last dishes of his week of punishment of kitchen chore. The next day, everyone will resume the rhythm at which each day, a different person helps with the dishes. Zoro works diligently, his movements methodical and precise as he scrubs the last of the dinner dishes. The clink of plates and the rush of water provide a steady rhythm, the sound soothing in its familiarity. As he works, he steals glances at Sanji, who sits at the counter nearby, absorbed in his recipe book.

Occasionally, he steals glances at Sanji, who is engrossed in his recipe book. The soft glow of the lamplight casts gentle shadows across Sanji's features, accentuating the curve of his cheekbones and the line of his jaw. Zoro can't help but admire the way Sanji's eyes narrow in concentration as he studies the pages, his brow furrowing slightly as he absorbs the information.

His gaze lingers on every detail of the cook's body. He notices the way Sanji's muscles flex subtly beneath his shirt as he shifts in his seat, the graceful curve of his neck as he leans forward to read more closely. There's a quiet grace to Sanji's movements, a fluidity that speaks of years spent honing his skills in the kitchen and on the battlefield.

Zoro can feel his pulse quicken as he watches, a warmth spreading through him at the sight of Sanji's beauty. His thoughts begin to drift into more erotic territory, fueled by the intimacy of the moment and the allure of the man before him. He imagines trailing his fingers along the smooth curve of Sanji's jaw, feeling the soft brush of his lips against his skin. He imagines the heat of Sanji's body pressed against his own, the sound of their ragged breaths mingling together in the quiet of the galley.

The image is intoxicating, and Zoro finds himself drawn deeper into the fantasy, his desire building with each passing moment. He knows that these thoughts are dangerous, forbidden for now, as the cook hasn't given his consent to be back in relationship with Zoro, but in the privacy of his own mind, he allows himself to indulge.

He can't help but notice the curve of Sanji's back, the way his shirt stretches taut over the muscles beneath. His mind conjures vivid images of running his hands along that smooth expanse of skin, tracing the lines of muscle with his fingertips. And then there's the way Sanji's suit pants cling to his thighs, the fabric hugging his form in all the right places. Zoro's breath catches in his throat as he imagines the way those pants must squeeze Sanji's ass, accentuating its roundness and firmness. It's a tantalizing thought, one that sends a surge of heat straight to Zoro's core.

Zoro can feel his pulse quickening, his body responding instinctively to the erotic images playing out in his mind. His cheeks flush with heat as he struggles to keep his desires in check.

"Why are you all red, Mosshead?"

Zoro's heart leaps in his chest as Sanji's voice breaks through his reverie, pulling him back to reality with a jolt. He blinks rapidly, his cheeks flushing even deeper as he realizes that Sanji has caught him in a compromising moment.

"N-nothing," Zoro stammers, his voice betraying his embarrassment. "Just... uh... got a little hot in here, that's all."

Sanji arches an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Is that so? Well, I'll take your word for it."

Zoro exhales a shaky breath, relieved that Sanji doesn't seem to have caught on to the true nature of his thoughts. He clears his throat awkwardly, focusing on finishing the last of the dishes with renewed determination.

But despite his efforts to push the forbidden fantasies from his mind, the images continue to linger, teasing at the edges of his consciousness. He can still see behind his eyelids, the sexy way that Sanji catches his cigarette between his fingers before blowing the smoke with elegance. Zoro wants to put his hands on Sanji’s hips, grab him firmly and take him against this kitchen counter. He manages to imagine the curve of his back, with his milky skin, covered with sweat while he fucks him mercilessly.

"You are still red."

Zoro's cheeks burn even hotter at Sanji's observation. He fumbles for a response, his mind racing as he tries to come up with a plausible excuse.

"I, uh... I'm fine, really," Zoro manages to choke out, his voice strained with embarrassment. "These pants... look good on you..." he says, clearing his throat.

Zoro immediately realizes the bombshell he just said as the words tumble out of his mouth, his embarrassment reaching a whole new level. He feels like he might combust from the sheer intensity of his blush.

Sanji's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his smirk widening into a full-fledged grin. "Well, I'm flattered, Mosshead," he says, amusement dancing in his eyes. "But I think you might need to work on your delivery a bit."

Zoro's embarrassment deepens, his face practically radiating heat as he struggles to find a way to salvage the situation. He clears his throat awkwardly, desperately wishing he could disappear into thin air.

"I, uh... I mean... uh... sorry," he stammers, his words coming out in a jumbled mess. "I guess this is... inappropriate since... since we aren't back ... um ... together...". He tries to apologize while his hand shakes under the water of the sink.

Sanji's grin falters slightly at Zoro's words, his own cheeks flushing with a delicate pink hue. He hadn't expected Zoro to bring up their potential reconciliation so directly, and the sudden shift in the conversation catches him off guard.

"Yeah, maybe we should, uh... focus on, you know, getting back on good terms first," Sanji replies, his voice slightly strained as he searches for the right words. He busies himself with flipping through his recipe book, his hands trembling slightly as he tries to regain his composure.

Zoro nods, his own embarrassment mirrored in Sanji's flushed cheeks. He feels a pang of guilt for making things awkward between them.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Zoro mutters, his gaze fixed on the dishes in front of him. "I'll, uh... I'll shut up now."

Sanji nods in agreement, relieved to have the awkwardness defused, at least for now. He steals a quick glance at Zoro, the sight of the swordsman's flushed cheeks sending a flutter of warmth through his chest. After several minutes of silence, where only the sound of water and dishes resounds in the room, Sanji moves nervously on his chair. He bites in his cigarette and avoids looking at Zoro. But his words resonate in his head and without realizing it, the words escape him.

"Only my pants that... look good on me?"

Zoro's hand freezes mid-scrub at Sanji's unexpected question. He swallows hard, his pulse quickening once again as he considers his response.

Taking a deep breath, Zoro decides to go for honesty, even if it might be the death of him. "No, not just your pants," he admits, his voice low and rough. "Your shirt... the color... is nice on you."

Sanji's cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink at Zoro's unexpected compliment. He hadn't anticipated this level of sincerity from the swordsman, and it leaves him momentarily at a loss for words. He glances down at his shirt, the soft blue fabric contrasting nicely with his pale skin. Sanji smashes his cigarette in the ashtray without looking at Zoro.

"Before, you weren’t hot. You were fantasizing about me..." asks Sanji with a low voice.

Zoro's heart skips a beat at Sanji's accurate observation. Panic surges through him, and he feels the heat rising to his cheeks, making him blush even harder. His hands tremble slightly as he sets the last dish aside, trying to gather his thoughts.

"Shit," he mutters under his breath, knowing he’s been caught. "Cook, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I mean, it's wrong to... since we're not ..."

Sanji watches Zoro, his blue eyes sharp yet tinged with an emotion Zoro can't quite read. The cigarette smolders in the ashtray, forgotten. The silence stretches, heavy and charged, making Zoro feel like he’s under a microscope.

"Yeah, I was," Zoro finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know it's not right, and I respect that we’re not back together. I just... couldn't help it."

Sanji’s gaze softens a fraction, his previous amusement giving way to something more contemplative. "Because of the pants?"

Zoro blinks, caught off guard by Sanji's unexpected follow-up question. His initial panic starts to ebb away, replaced by a mix of confusion and residual embarrassment. He struggles to find the right words, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

"Not just the pants," Zoro admits, his voice still low. "It's everything about you, Cook. The way you move, the way you look when you're focused... I couldn't help but notice."

Sanji's expression shifts, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He looks down at his own outfit, then back up at Zoro, his eyes searching the swordsman's face. "You are so bad at flirting, Mosshead..."

Zoro's cheeks flush even deeper at Sanji's teasing remark, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, well, I never said I was good at it," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Sanji chuckles softly, the tension between them easing as they fall back into their familiar banter. "I'll give you points for effort, at least," he says, a playful twinkle in his eye, before he returns his attention to his recipe book. Zoro focuses on finishing the dishes and once he is done, Sanji closes his book. "I'm off to bed shitty swordsman. Your week of punishment is over."

Zoro's eyes widen in surprise at Sanji's words, a rush of relief flooding through him at the realization that he's finally free from his kitchen chores. "Already?"

Sanji nods, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Yeah, already. But don't get too comfortable. You haven't earned me back, yet."

Zoro's surprise quickly morphs into a smirk as he realizes that Sanji isn't going to let him off the hook that easily. "Oh, I see how it is," he says, his tone teasing. "Guess I'll have to work even harder to earn back your favor, huh?"

Sanji chuckles, a playful glint in his eye. "You bet your ass you will. But for now, you're off the hook. Get some rest too, Mosshead."

Zoro nods, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he heads to his bunk. As he settles in for the night, a sense of determination settles over him. He may not have fully earned Sanji's forgiveness yet, but he's determined to make things right, one step at a time.

The next day dawns bright and clear, with the sun casting a warm glow over the Thousand Sunny as it sails through calm waters. Zoro rises early, his mind still heavy with thoughts of how to earn back Sanji's trust and affection. Despite having completed the punishments Sanji assigned him, he knows that actions speak louder than words, and he's determined to find a way to prove himself.

As he heads to the deck for his morning training, Zoro can't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gnaws at him. He lifts his weights with practiced precision, each movement fluid and controlled, but his mind is elsewhere. With each lift, he grapples with the question of what he can do to win back Sanji's heart.

Frustration mounts as Zoro struggles to come up with an answer. He knows he's not the most eloquent or emotionally expressive person, and the idea of baring his soul to Sanji fills him with a sense of vulnerability he's not entirely comfortable with. But he's also acutely aware that he can't afford to let his pride stand in the way of repairing their relationship.

Lost in his thoughts, Zoro doesn't notice Jimbe and Brook until he nearly collides with them on the deck. The two are engrossed in a game of cards, their laughter mingling with the sound of the ocean breeze. Zoro pauses, watching the scene unfold with a pang of envy. Despite their differences, Jimbe and Brook seem to share a camaraderie and mutual respect that Zoro can't help but admire. Maybe, he thinks, their maturity and wisdom can offer some insight into his own predicament.

Approaching them tentatively, Zoro clears his throat to get their attention. "Hey, Jimbe, Brook," he greets, his voice gruff with uncertainty. "Mind if I join you?"

Jimbe and Brook glance up from their game, offering Zoro warm smiles of welcome. "Of course, Zoro-san," Jimbe says, gesturing for Zoro to join them. "We'd be delighted to have you."

Zoro settles himself down beside them, the weight of his uncertainty pressing heavily on his shoulders. He watches as Jimbe deals out a fresh hand of cards, the rhythmic shuffle of the deck providing a comforting backdrop to their conversation.

"Is everything alright, Zoro-san?" Brook asks, his tone gentle with concern. "You seem troubled."

Zoro hesitates, unsure of how to voice the turmoil swirling inside him. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replies, his voice betraying his uncertainty. "I've just been thinking... about stuff."

Jimbe and Brook exchange a knowing glance, their expressions understanding. They've both seen their fair share of struggles and challenges, and they recognize the signs of someone grappling with inner turmoil.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Jimbe offers, his voice calm and reassuring.

Zoro hesitates, his pride warring with his desire for guidance. With a heavy sigh, he nods, his gaze focused on the cards in his hands.

"Well I...um. I finish the punishments the cook gave me. And now I just... don't know what to do to... you know, being back together."

Jimbe nods thoughtfully, his gaze steady as he listens to Zoro's words. "It sounds like you're in a difficult position, Zoro-san," he says, his voice gentle. "Rebuilding trust and repairing relationships takes time and effort."

Brook chimes in, his tone sympathetic. "Indeed, it's not an easy task. But it's clear that you're willing to put in the effort, and that's a good start."

Zoro nods, a sense of relief washing over him at their understanding. "Yeah, I just... I don't know how to act or what to say."

Jimbe and Brook share a knowing look before Jimbe speaks up. "When it comes to rebuilding trust, honesty and sincerity are key," he says, his voice steady and reassuring. "Be open with Sanji about your feelings and intentions. Let him know that you're committed to making things right."

Brook nods in agreement. "Yes, and actions speak louder than words," he adds. "Show Sanji through your actions that you're willing to put in the effort to change and improve. Small gestures of kindness and consideration can go a long way."

Zoro listens attentively, taking in their words with a sense of determination, yet, his eyebrows frown, showing that he is lost.

"Any... examples?"

Jimbe and Brook exchange a glance, understanding Zoro's need for more concrete guidance.

"Well," Jimbe begins, "There is something you are good at. When Sanji has his nightmares, I understand you know how to help him. I know lately you haven't help because you thought it was inappropriate with your breakup. Now it’s possible that Sanji is a little more open to the idea of having your support."

Brook nods in agreement. "Indeed, and you have to remember that Sanji-san is a gentleman and a romantic. You can show appreciation for the things he does, taste his cooking while he is preparing it, and compliment him. You can also compliment his look and other stuffs!"

Jimbe's suggestion sparks a glimmer of recognition in Zoro's mind. He remembers the countless nights he spent comforting Sanji when the cook was plagued by nightmares, offering a steady presence and a comforting touch. Perhaps, he realizes, this could be an avenue for him to reestablish a connection with Sanji.

"Right," Zoro murmurs, his mind racing with possibilities. "I can offer to be there for him when he needs support, especially during those tough nights."

Brook nods in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "Yes, and beyond that, you can also find ways to show Sanji that you're thinking of him, even in small ways. Leave little notes for him to find, prepare his favorite tea. It's a simple gesture, but it can mean a lot.”

With a newfound sense of purpose, Zoro rises to his feet, feeling invigorated by the advice from his friends. "Thanks, guys," he says, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "I'll give it my best shot."

Jimbe and Brook smile warmly in return, pleased to see Zoro's determination. "You're welcome, Zoro-san," Jimbe says, his voice encouraging. "Just remember to be patient and persistent. Rebuilding trust takes time, but with effort and sincerity, you'll get there."

Zoro nods, feeling a renewed sense of hope as he sets off to put their advice into action. With their support behind him, he's ready to take the first steps toward earning back Sanji's trust and, hopefully, his heart.

As Zoro makes his way across the deck of the Sunny, he spots Sanji lounging at the prow of the ship, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun. The cook is reclined on a deck chair, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open to breathe calmly. Sanji wears a white t-shirt and not one of his usual shirts. Her milky skin is therefore exposed to the sun, and her blonde hair moves gently with the sea breeze. He approaches Sanji with determined strides, his heart pounding in his chest, feeling nervous.

"Hey, Cook," Zoro says, his voice steady despite the nerves churning in his stomach. "Mind if I join your nap?"

Sanji's eyes flutter open at the sound of Zoro's voice, and he offers a small smile at the swordsman's approach. "Sure, Zoro," he replies, his voice relaxed. "Plenty of room for one more."

Zoro settles himself on the deck chair beside Sanji, careful not to disturb the cook's comfortable position. He takes a moment to appreciate the peaceful scene before him, the gentle lull of the waves and the warmth of the sun soothing his frayed nerves. For a while, they sit in companionable silence, the only sounds the soft rustle of the breeze and the distant cries of seagulls. Zoro feels the tension slowly drain from his body as he allows himself to relax in Sanji's presence.

As they bask in the afternoon sun, Zoro finds himself stealing glances at Sanji, admiring the way the sunlight plays across his features, casting delicate shadows on his face. He notices the way Sanji's eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes slowly, almost asleep and deeply relaxed.

"I thought you were sensitive to the sun with your type of skin." Whispers Zoro.

Sanji chuckles softly, his eyes still closed as he basks in the warmth of the sun. "I am," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "But There’s something called sunscreen, cactus face."

"Ah, that’s the smell? I thought for a minute it was you smelling good. But no, it’s just the sunscreen." Teases Zoro.

Sanji's eyes snap open at Zoro's teasing, a playful glint dancing in his gaze. He sits up slightly, turning to face the swordsman with a mock offended expression.

"Hey, watch it, Mosshead," he retorts, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "I happen to smell amazing all the time, sunscreen or not."

Zoro laughs, a genuine smile spreading across his face at Sanji's playful response. It feels good to banter with Sanji again, to share these light-hearted moments together.

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Cook," Zoro replies, his tone affectionate. "But I'll stick with the sunscreen for now, just in case."

Sanji rolls his eyes in mock exasperation, but there's a warmth in his gaze as he looks at Zoro. He shifts slightly in his seat, the sun casting a golden glow on his features.

"So, what brings you here, Mosshead?" Sanji asks, his tone light but curious. "Not that I mind the company, of course."

Zoro hesitates for a moment, his mind racing as he tries to find the right words. He remembers Jimbe and Brook's advice, about showing Sanji that he's there for him and thinking of him.

"I, uh... just wanted to nap next to you," Zoro admits, his voice quiet but sincere.

Sanji's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at Zoro's unexpected response. He blinks, momentarily taken aback by the swordsman's honesty.

"Oh," he says, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "I mean, sure, Zoro. I don't mind."

Zoro nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he settles himself more comfortably in the deck chair. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to relax in the warmth of the sun and the soothing presence of Sanji beside him.

"Can't nap alone? Mosshead. I'm in your mind that much. " Asks Sanji, with a playful smile as he closes his eyes too.

Zoro chuckles softly at Sanji's teasing remark, feeling a warmth spread through him at the playful banter between them.

"Well, you know how it is, Cook," Zoro replies, his voice laced with amusement. "Your company is just too irresistible."

Sanji cracks open one eye to shoot Zoro a mock glare, but there's a playful twinkle in his gaze that betrays his amusement. He settles back into the deck chair, a contented smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Flatterer," Sanji murmurs, his voice soft with affection.

Zoro's heart skips a beat as he feels Sanji's head come to rest against his shoulder, the unexpected touch sending a jolt of warmth through him. He glances down at Sanji, surprised by the sudden closeness but also strangely comforted by it.

"Uh, Cook?" Zoro mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sanji looks up at him with a small smile, his eyes soft and filled with an unspoken warmth. "Just enjoy the sun, Mosshead," he replies softly, before closing his eyes again, his head still nestled against Zoro's shoulder.

Zoro's breath catches in his throat at the intimacy of the moment, his heart fluttering in his chest as he savors the closeness between them. He feels a surge of affection swell within him, a longing to protect and cherish the man beside him. As they sit together in the afternoon sun, Zoro realizes that perhaps earning back Sanji's trust and love isn't about grand gestures or elaborate plans. Maybe, just maybe, it's about these simple moments of connection, the quiet understanding that exists between them even in the midst of uncertainty.

"Cook, can I... do you want me to put my arm around your shoulders so it's... more comfortable for you?" Zoro asks, shyly.

Sanji opens his eyes slightly, a gentle smile playing on his lips at Zoro's shy question. "Sure, Mosshead," he murmurs, shifting slightly to make it easier for Zoro.

Zoro hesitates for a moment before carefully wrapping his arm around Sanji's shoulders, pulling him closer. The cook settles into the embrace, his head resting more comfortably in the hollow of Zoro's shoulder. For a while, they sit in a comfortable silence, the rhythmic sound of the waves and the gentle sway of the ship adding to the tranquility of the moment. Zoro feels the tension in his body slowly ease away, replaced by a soothing warmth that spreads from where Sanji is nestled against him.

Sanji lets out a contented sigh. "This feels... nice," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, it does," Zoro agrees softly, his hand resting gently on Sanji's shoulder, thumb tracing small, soothing circles.

The silence stretches on, but it's a comfortable one, filled with unspoken understanding and a shared sense of peace. Zoro's mind drifts, thinking about all the little moments they've shared and the bond they've built over time. He knows he still have a long way to go, but this moment feels like a significant step forward.

As the sun begins to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the deck, Sanji glances up at Zoro, who appears to be on the verge of falling asleep. He can't help but smile at the sight, a mix of affection and determination filling his heart.

"Sorry, Mosshead, but I have to go make dinner." Declares Sanji as he stands up.

Zoro blinks his eyes open, a little disappointed as the warmth of Sanji's presence begins to fade. He nods, understanding the cook's responsibilities but wishing the moment could last a bit longer. "Right, duty calls," he says, his voice a bit gruff.

Sanji stretches, a small, genuine smile on his lips. "Yeah, but thanks for this. It was... nice," he says, echoing his earlier words, but this time with a deeper sincerity. He reaches out and gives Zoro's shoulder a light, almost hesitant pat before turning towards the kitchen.

As Sanji walks away, Zoro watches him, a sense of longing and determination welling up inside him. He knows they have a long way to go, but moments like these give him hope that they can rebuild what they once had.

Over the next few days, Zoro throws himself into both his training and his efforts to reconnect with Sanji and Enma. He remembers Jimbe and Brook's advice and tries to incorporate small, meaningful gestures into his daily routine.

In the early mornings, Zoro can be found on the upper deck, rigorously training with his swords. The clashing of steel and his focused grunts echo across the Sunny, and of course, training that hard it makes you hungry. As Zoro catches his breath, he steps into the kitchen, his usual post-training sweat dripping from his brow.

"Morning Cook. Can I have an early breakfast? I'm feeling really dizzy..."

Sanji looks up from the stove, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of Zoro, sweat-soaked and slightly unsteady on his feet. Despite the concern that flashes briefly in his eyes, he can't resist the opportunity to tease the swordsman.

"Morning, Mosshead," Sanji says, a smirk playing on his lips. "What, you think I'm running a 24-hour diner here? Can't you wait for regular breakfast time like everyone else? Plus, you stink, you sweaty seaweed."

Zoro rolls his eyes, leaning against the doorframe as he tries to steady his breathing. "Oi, Dartbrows. I train harder than everyone else, and that includes you. I need the extra fuel. And don't act like you don't enjoy the challenge of cooking for me.”

Sanji snorts, his smirk widening. "Challenge? The only challenge here is dealing with your endless appetite and that ridiculous attitude of yours."

Zoro smirks back, taking a seat at the table. "You know you love it, Curly."

Sanji shakes his head, flipping a pancake with a flourish. "You're delusional, Mosshead. But fine, I'll whip something up. Just don’t keel over before it’s done."

Zoro chuckles, leaning back in his chair. "Wouldn’t want to deprive you of my charming presence."

Sanji rolls his eyes but can't help the small smile that tugs at his lips. He starts preparing a high-protein snack to give Zoro energy, his movements quick and efficient. "Charming presence? More like a persistent annoyance."

Zoro grins, watching Sanji work. "Persistent? Sure. Annoyance? Only to you."

“What did I do to have such a bad karma…”

As Zoro lets his head rest on the table, he remembers to compliment Sanji's cooking, even if his words are sometimes clumsy. "That smells so good, Cook. You really know your stuff. Can't wait to eat it."

Sanji chuckles softly at Zoro's compliment, a warmth spreading through him at the swordsman's genuine appreciation. He places the plate of food in front of Zoro, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks, Zoro. Hope it helps with your training."

Zoro nods eagerly, picking up a piece of the snack and taking a bite. The taste is even better than he expected, and he can't help but let out a satisfied hum as he eats. As Zoro savors the food, Sanji watches him with a softness in his eyes. He appreciates Zoro's effort to compliment him and show gratitude for his cooking, and it warms his heart to see Zoro enjoying the meal.

"Need anything else, Mosshead?" Sanji asks, his tone gentle as he leans against the counter.

Zoro shakes his head, a contented smile gracing his lips. "No, this is perfect. Thanks, Cook."

Sanji nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Anytime, now get out of my way, I have breakfast to prepare." he teases.

Zoro laughs softly at Sanji's playful remark, a warmth filling his chest at the easy banter between them. He nods in agreement, pushing himself up from the table and making his way to the door.

"Alright, alright, I'm going," Zoro says with a grin, giving Sanji a playful salute before heading out of the kitchen.

Sanji watches him go with a fond smile, feeling a sense of contentment settle over him.

Zoro remains dedicated to both his training and his efforts to reconnect with Sanji. He spends hours honing his swordsmanship on the deck of the Sunny, the clang of steel against steel ringing out as he pushes himself to his limits.

Between training sessions, Zoro takes every opportunity to show his appreciation for Sanji's cooking and kindness. He makes sure to compliment the cook on his meals, praising the flavors and savoring each bite. He also finds small ways to help out in the kitchen, whether it's washing dishes or preparing ingredients.

One afternoon, as Zoro finishes a particularly grueling training session, he finds himself craving a refreshing drink. Normally, he would ask for booze, but since he’s punished... He makes his way to the galley, where he knows Sanji will be preparing snacks for the crew.

"Hey, Cook," Zoro calls out as he enters the kitchen, a hint of exhaustion evident in his voice, noticing that Nami is also here. "Mind making me one of your special fruit juices? Not too sweet, please."

Sanji looks up from where he's chopping vegetables, a smirk instantly forming on his lips as he sees Zoro. "Well, well, if it isn't our resident boozehound asking for fruit juice. Who would’ve thought?"

Nami, sitting at the counter with a cup of tea, raises an eyebrow and grins. "I wonder why..."

Zoro rolls his eyes, leaning against the doorframe. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Just make the juice, Cook. Training’s a killer today."

Sanji sets his knife down and starts gathering fruits. "Only because you train like a madman with no sense of moderation. Honestly, who needs three hours of non-stop weights lifting?"

Zoro shrugs, watching Sanji with a smirk. "Just trying to stay ahead of you, Fourth place. Gotta keep my skills sharp."

Sanji's eye twitches at the mention of his rank, a smirk tugging at his lips despite his irritation. "Oh, we're back to this again? You really can't let it go, can you, Mosshead?"

Nami chuckles from her spot at the counter. "You two are hopeless."

Zoro leans casually against the counter, his grin widening. "Just stating facts, Cook. Gotta keep reminding you of your place."

Sanji scoffs, starting to slice the fruits with precise, almost graceful movements. "My place is right here, making sure you don't keel over from malnutrition. Someone has to take care of you idiots."

Zoro watches Sanji's hands move with a grudging appreciation. "Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that. Meanwhile, I'll be out there making sure no one messes with your beautiful face."

“Beautiful face, huh?” Thinks Nami with a playful smile.

Sanji's movements falter for a moment at Zoro's unexpected compliment, his cheeks flushing slightly. He quickly recovers, though, anf finally give the juice to Zoro.

"Just drink your juice and go train or nap or whatever, jump in the ocean, I don't care, stupid swordsman."

Zoro takes a sip of the juice, savoring the sweet and tangy flavors as they burst across his tongue. He looks up at Sanji with a grateful smile, feeling a sense of warmth spread through him.

"Thanks, Cook, this hits the spot." Zoro says sincerely, as he is leaving, making Sanji blushes.

Nami watches this with her eyes wide open before gently smiling. She turns to Sanji and declares in a sincere and admiring voice, "Did he just said among your bickering that you have a beautiful face?"

Sanji's cheeks flush even deeper at Nami's comment, embarassed. He busies himself with cleaning up the kitchen, trying to hide his flushed cheeks behind a facade of nonchalance.

"I-Ignore him, Nami-san," Sanji stammers, his voice slightly muffled as he focuses on the dishes. "He's just being his usual annoying self."

Nami laughs softly, watching Sanji with a knowing smile. "He is really trying Sanji-kun. Zoro is really trying to earn you back..."

Sanji's can’t help but smile at Nami's words, a mixture of surprise and gratitude washing over him. He feels a swell of emotion in his chest at the swordsman's sincere efforts to reconnect with him.

"Yeah," Sanji murmurs, his voice soft as he watches Zoro's retreating figure on the deck. "He is."

Nami smiles at Sanji, a knowing look in her eyes. "Are you melting, Sanji-kun?"

Sanji's blush deepens at Nami's teasing remark, but he can't help but smile in response. "Maybe just a little," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nami chuckles softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's good to see you two making progress," she says, her tone gentle. "I think Zoro really wants to make things right."

Sanji nods, a sense of warmth spreading through him at the thought. "Yeah, I think so too," he says softly, feeling a flicker of hope kindling within him. "Thanks, Nami-san."

One evening, as they sit together on the deck of the Sunny, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Zoro finds himself mesmerized by the way the fading light casts a soft glow over Sanji's features. The cook's blonde hair catches the last rays of sunlight, creating an ethereal halo around his head, and his eyes sparkle with warmth and laughter.

"Hey, Cook," Zoro murmurs, "That shirt is nice on you."

Sanji's cheeks flush slightly at Zoro's compliment, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He glances down at his shirt, a simple button-down in a soft shade of blue, feeling a warmth spread through him at the swordsman's words.

"Thanks, Zoro," Sanji replies, his voice soft but genuine. "I, uh... I'm glad you like it."

Zoro nods, a small smile playing on his lips. Suddenly, his sense of smell is tickled by a perfume he knows very well. The luxurious cologne he gave to Sanji a few months earlier, on Contest Island.

"You... you still wear the... this Cologne ?" Zoro asks, blushing a bit.

Sanji's cheeks flush even deeper at Zoro's question, his surprise evident in his wide eyes. He glances down at himself, then back up at Zoro, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, I do," Sanji admits, his voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "I... uh... I really liked it when you gave it to me, so I've been wearing it sometimes."

Zoro's heart skips a beat at Sanji's confession, a rush of warmth flooding through him at the thought of Sanji wearing the cologne he'd chosen for him. He clears his throat awkwardly, trying to compose himself.

"It suits you," Zoro says earnestly, his voice soft but sincere. "Makes you smell... really good."

Sanji's cheeks flush even deeper at Zoro's compliment, "I... um. I'm off to bed." He says as he is leaving in order to avoid fainting in shame.

Once Sanji is gone, Zoro can't help but sigh, the smell of the Cologne still in the air.

"Shit, that's turning me on..."

Zoro's cheeks flush at his own admission, his heart pounding in his chest as he tries to shake off the sudden surge of arousal. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing pulse as he reminds himself of the boundaries he needs to respect.

"Focus, Zoro," he mutters to himself, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "You're here to earn Sanji's trust, not get distracted by... by that."

With a determined sigh, Zoro pushes himself up from his seat, his mind resolved to stay focused on his goal. But despite his best efforts, the memory of Sanji's scent lingers in the air, a tantalizing reminder of the attraction between them.

As Zoro stands watch on the deck of the Sunny, the gentle rhythm of the waves lulling him into a sense of calm, he notices a subtle shift in the atmosphere. A soft breeze carries with it the faintest hint of tension, and Zoro's senses go on high alert. He glances around the deck, scanning for any signs of danger, but everything appears to be calm and peaceful. Yet, despite the tranquil surroundings, a sense of unease settles over Zoro as he senses that something is amiss.

And then he feels it—the faint sensation of pain and fear drifting through the night air. Zoro's heart clenches with concern as he recognizes the familiar aura of Sanji leaving the boys quarter. He turns his head and see the cook walking in the galley. He knows that something isn't right, that Sanji is grappling with inner demons that threaten to overwhelm him.

Without hesitation, Zoro follows Sanji into the galley, his footsteps silent as he approaches the cook from behind. He sees the tension in Sanji's shoulders, the tightness around his eyes, and he knows that the nightmare is still fresh in his mind.

"Cook?" Zoro says softly, his voice a gentle reassurance in the darkness of the galley.

Sanji starts at the sound of Zoro's voice, his body tensing before he visibly relaxes at the sight of the swordsman. He turns to face Zoro, his expression a mix of exhaustion and gratitude.

"I'm fine, Zoro," Sanji replies, his voice strained but determined. "I've got this."

Zoro nods, understanding flickering in his eyes as he takes in Sanji's weary appearance. He knows that the nightmares are a constant battle for the cook, a reminder of the trauma he carries with him. And even if he makes progress, Sanji still has a long way to go to finally find his inner peace.

"I know you do," Zoro murmurs softly, his voice a gentle reassurance. "Can I... Do you want my help?”

Sanji hesitates for a moment, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. He's used to dealing with his nightmares alone since they broke up. But now it's different, Zoro said he wanted to fix this and since weeks he is doing so well... Like Nami said, he is trying is best to earn Sanji's trust back. Seeing him here, as he had another nightmare, is another proof of Zoro's sincerity. After a moment of internal struggle, he finally nods, a small but decisive movement.

"Yeah," Sanji whispers, his voice barely audible in the quiet of the galley. "Yeah, I think... I think I could use your help."

Zoro's heart skips a beat at Sanji's admission, a rush of warmth flooding through him at the opportunity to offer his support. Without hesitation, he steps closer to Sanji, his presence a steady anchor in the swirling sea of emotions.

"Do you need a warm bath or a meditation? These things still work for you?

Sanji nods, grateful for Zoro's understanding and willingness to help. "A warm bath sounds good," he murmurs, his voice quiet but determined. "And maybe some meditation afterward. Anything to help clear my mind."

Zoro nods in agreement, his expression filled with reassurance. "I'll draw the bath for you," he says softly, already moving towards the bathroom to heat up some water.

As Zoro prepares the bath, Sanji takes a moment to center himself, focusing on his breathing and the steady rhythm of his heart. He knows that the nightmares won't disappear overnight, but with Zoro's support, he feels a glimmer of hope that he can learn to cope with them in a healthier way. Once the bath is ready, Zoro leaves the bathroom to give Sanji some space. Before they used to bathe together, but since they aren't back together, Zoro finds inappropriate to stay with Sanji.

Zoro waits outside the bathroom, giving Sanji the privacy he needs to relax and unwind. Despite the distance between them, he can't help but feel a sense of concern gnawing at him, a desire to be there for Sanji in any way he can. After a while, Sanji emerges from the bathroom, looking visibly more relaxed and at ease. He offers Zoro a small smile, a silent expression of gratitude for his support.

"Feeling better?" Zoro asks softly, his eyes filled with concern.

Sanji nods, the tension in his shoulders easing as he sinks into the comfort of Zoro's presence. "Yeah, thanks to you," he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Where do you want to meditate?"

"Since you are in watch duty, let's go to the crow's nest." Answers Sanji.

Zoro nods in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Sounds good," he replies, offering Sanji a reassuring pat on the shoulder before leading the way to the crow's nest.

As they climb up to the highest point of the Sunny, the cool night air surrounds them, carrying with it a sense of tranquility and peace. Zoro settles himself on one of the tatami on the ground, while Sanji takes a seat beside him.

"Alright, Cook," Zoro says softly, his voice a soothing presence in the stillness of the night. "Let's start by taking a few deep breaths together. Close your eyes and focus on the sensation of the air entering and leaving your lungs."

Sanji follows Zoro's instructions, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in through his nose, feeling the cool night air fill his lungs. He holds it for a moment before exhaling slowly through his mouth, releasing the tension from his body with each breath. Zoro watches Sanji with quiet admiration, impressed by the cook's willingness to embrace the practice of meditation. He continues to guide Sanji through a series of breathing exercises, encouraging him to let go of the worries and fears that still linger in his mind.

"Focus on the present moment," Zoro murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let go of the past and the future. Just be here, now, with me."

Sanji follows Zoro's guidance, allowing himself to sink deeper into a state of relaxation. With each breath, he feels a sense of peace wash over him, a quiet sense of serenity settling in his heart. Zoro continues to guide Sanji through the meditation, his voice a steady presence in the quiet of the night. He watches as Sanji's breathing gradually slows, the tension melting away from his body with each exhale.

As the minutes pass, Zoro notices the telltale signs of sleep beginning to claim Sanji. His eyelids grow heavy, and his breathing becomes slow and rhythmic. With a gentle touch, Zoro guides Sanji into a lying position on the tatami, ensuring he's comfortable and supported.

"There you go, Cook," Zoro murmurs softly, his voice a soothing presence in the darkness. "Just relax and let yourself drift off. I'll keep watch."

"Zoro... come closer..." his voice barely above a whisper.

Zoro hesitates for a moment, taken aback by Sanji's unexpected request. He knows that they're still in the process of rebuilding their relationship, and he doesn't want to overstep any boundaries. But at the same time, he can't deny the genuine vulnerability in Sanji's voice, the silent plea for comfort and reassurance.

With a soft sigh, Zoro sets aside his reservations and moves closer to Sanji, careful not to invade his personal space. He settles himself beside the cook, their shoulders barely touching as they lie side by side on the tatami.

"Is this okay?" Zoro asks softly, his voice laced with concern.

"No... spoon..." the cook answer, half asleep.

Zoro's cheeks flush slightly at Sanji's sleepy request, his heart fluttering in his chest at the unexpected intimacy. He hesitates for a moment, his mind racing as he weighs the implications of Sanji's words.

Despite the lingering uncertainty between them, Zoro finds himself unable to resist the silent plea in Sanji's voice. With a soft exhale, he shifts closer to the cook, careful not to startle him. Wrapping his arm around Sanji's waist, Zoro pulls him gently against his chest, spooning him as requested.

"Better?" Zoro murmurs softly, his breath warm against Sanji's ear.

Sanji lets out a contented sigh, snuggling closer to Zoro's warmth. "Mm, perfect," he murmurs, his voice heavy with sleep.

As they lie together in the quiet darkness of the crow's nest, Zoro finds himself overwhelmed by a sense of peace and contentment. Zoro can feel the tension slowly melting away from Sanji's body. The cook's breathing steadies, his form growing heavier against Zoro's chest as sleep begins to claim him. But just when Zoro thinks Sanji has drifted off, he hears a soft whisper in the stillness of the night.

"I missed you," Sanji murmurs, his voice filled with raw honesty and vulnerability.

Zoro's heart clenches at Sanji's words, a rush of emotions flooding through him at the unexpected confession. He tightens his hold around Sanji, pulling him closer as if to reassure himself that this moment is real.

"I missed you too, Cook," Zoro whispers back, his voice tinged with regret and longing. "I'm so sorry..."

Sanji shifts slightly in Zoro's embrace, his body molding against the swordsman's as if seeking solace in his warmth. He grabs one of Zoro’s hands, which squeezes his chest with his and intertwines their fingers.

"I know," Sanji whispers softly, his breath warm against Zoro's hand. "But you are cleaning the mess, Mosshead, you are doing great...", he says, before finally falling asleep in Zoro's arms.

Zoro's heart swells at Sanji's touch, his fingers intertwining with the cook's as if to anchor them together in the darkness. He feels a sense of gratitude wash over him at Sanji's words, a silent reassurance that they're on the right path back to each other.

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As the first light of dawn begins to filter through the small windows of the crow's nest, Sanji stirs from his slumber, his mind slowly emerging from the depths of sleep. He blinks groggily, taking a moment to collect his thoughts and recollect the events of the previous night. Memories of his nightmare, Zoro's comforting presence, and their shared meditation flood back to him, bringing with them a sense of warmth and reassurance. The vulnerability he'd shown, the way Zoro had responded with understanding and support—it all fills him with a strange mix of emotions.

For a moment, he had met again the Zoro he loved.

Turning his gaze to the sleeping figure beside him, Sanji can't help but feel a rush of affection as he watches Zoro's peaceful expression. The swordsman looks so serene in sleep, his features softened by the faint light of dawn. With a small smile playing on his lips, Sanji allows himself to admire the details of Zoro's face—the way his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, the curve of his lips, the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

"He's kind of cute when he's asleep," Sanji murmurs to himself, a faint blush coloring his cheeks at the admission.

Curious and gentle, Sanji reaches out, his fingertips tracing the scar that bars Zoro's right eye. Despite it, Zoro stays handsome. With a soft sigh, Sanji leans closer, studying Zoro's sleeping face with a newfound sense of admiration and affection. He likes the hard lines of Zoro, the color of his skin, and how his slow breath escapes his mouth as he sleeps. Sanji's eyes are now fixed on the swordsman lips.

With a hesitant but gentle touch, Sanji brushes his thumb across Zoro's lower lip, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his touch. A shiver of anticipation courses through him at the intimate gesture, his heart fluttering in his chest as he leans in closer. For a moment, he hesitates, unsure if he should act on the impulse that tugs at his heart. But then he remembers the warmth of Zoro's embrace, the comfort of his presence, the dedication of Zoro to make things right... And he knows that he wants this—he wants to feel Zoro’s lips against his own, to taste the sweetness of his mouth, to rediscover the sensation he misses so much...

With a soft exhalation, Sanji closes the distance between them, pressing his lips gently against Zoro's in a tender kiss. The touch is soft and fleeting, a whisper of warmth and affection that leaves Sanji's heart racing in his chest. As he pulls back, Sanji's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration. He watches anxiously, waiting for any sign of Zoro stirring from his sleep, unsure of how the swordsman will respond to his impulsive act of affection.

Did Zoro even feel the kiss? Or was it just a fleeting moment, lost in the depths of sleep? As he watches Zoro's peaceful expression, Sanji can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. Maybe he shouldn't have acted on impulse.

But then, just as doubt begins to creep in, Sanji sees a faint smile tug at the corners of Zoro's lips as he opens his eye.

"You think I'm sort of sleeping beauty or what, Lovecook?" Zoro teases.

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise, a mix of relief and irritation flooding through him. "Though I'd argue you're more beast than beauty.” he retorts, his voice sharp but affectionate.

Zoro chuckles, the sound deep and warm. "Takes one to know one," he replies, his smirk widening.

Sanji huffs, crossing his arms as he looks down at Zoro. "You better watch it, Mosshead. Just because I kissed you doesn't mean you get to act all smug."

Zoro raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Oh, so you admit it was a kiss, not just a peck?" he teases.

Sanji's cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, but he refuses to back down. "A kiss is a kiss, isn't it?" he mutters, trying to sound nonchalant.

Zoro chuckles, a warm smile lighting up his features as he reaches out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from Sanji's face.

"Did you had a good sleep, despite your nightmare?" Zoro says softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

Zoro's question catches Sanji off guard, his heart skipping a beat at the genuine concern in the swordsman's voice. Despite their banter and teasing, Zoro's care and affection never fail to surprise him. Sanji takes a moment to collect himself, his emotions swirling inside him like a tempest. He searches Zoro's eyes, finding nothing but sincerity and warmth reflected back at him. And in that moment, all of Sanji's doubts and fears melt away, replaced by a sense of clarity and reassurance. Zoro doesn’t just try to fix his mistakes, he loves Sanji. He truly loves him.

"You stupid sweet Mosshead..." He says, while his lips are shaking.

Zoro's eyes soften at Sanji's words, a tender smile gracing his lips. He reaches out, gently cupping Sanji's cheek in his hand, his touch warm and comforting. Sanji's heart swells at Zoro's heartfelt words, a rush of warmth flooding through him. He leans into Zoro's touch, his own hand coming up to cover Zoro's.

"Now, if you're going to kiss me, I'm awake, sneaky-cook." He says with a cocky smile.

Sanji chuckles at Zoro's playful remark, his eyes sparkling with affection as he leans in closer.

"Who said anything about kissing you?" Sanji teases, a mischievous glint in his eye.

But before Zoro can react, Sanji closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to Zoro's in a gentle, lingering kiss. It's a sweet, tender moment, filled with love and longing, and Sanji finds himself lost in the sensation of Zoro's lips against his own. It's a reunion fueled by months of pent-up desire and longing, a desperate need to reconnect and reaffirm their love for each other. Their kisses become fervent and hungry, fueled by the raw intensity of their emotions. Zoro’s hands lie in Sanji’s back, pulling him closer as they lose themselves in each other's embrace. Sanji's fingers tangle in Zoro's hair, holding him close as they pour all of their longing and affection into the kiss.

Consumed by his desire and overwhelming love for Sanji, Zoro acts on instinct, his movements fueled by an insatiable need to feel every inch of the cook's body against his own. With a sudden surge of passion, he deftly switches positions, pinning Sanji beneath him as he continues to kiss him with unrestrained fervor.

Their bodies meld together in a heated embrace, the intensity of their connection igniting a fire that burns hotter with each passing moment. Zoro’s hand plunges into Sanji’s blond curls as his tongue invades the cook’s warm mouth, making him moan softly. The sound turns on Zoro, his own passion igniting like wildfire as he explores every inch of Sanji's mouth with fervent intensity. Their tongues dance together in a sensual tango, each movement sending shivers of pleasure coursing through their bodies.

Lost in the heat of the moment, Zoro's hand trails down from Sanji's hair to trace the curve of his jaw, his touch gentle yet possessive as he explores every contour of the cook's face. He grabs his lower lips between his teeth and nibbles it. Sanji moans into Zoro's touch, his own desire burning bright as he surrenders to the overwhelming sensation of being wanted and cherished by the swordsman he loves. His hands grab Zoro's strong shoulders, pulling him closer as they revel in the ecstasy of their reunion.

Zoro dives in the blond's neck and starts to live wet kisses against the jugular, receiving another moan.

“Cook…” Whispers Zoro as he steals Sanji’s lips again. “Do you want to-”

“ISLAND! GUYS ISLAND!” Shouts Luffy’s familiar voice

“What the fuck! For real! We haven’t had a fucking island in sight for weeks and now that I’m with my cook, there’s an island! It’s good that I don’t believe in God or I would have told him to fuck off!" Screams Zoro while banging with his fist on the floor, red face and apparent vein on the forehead. Clearly frustrated.

“My cook…?” Answers Sanji, his cheeks red with embarrassment.

Zoro's face flushes a deep shade of red at Sanji's comment, his frustration momentarily forgotten as he realizes what he just blurted out. He stammers, trying to find a way to backtrack, but the words seem to escape him.

"Well, you know... I just meant..." Zoro mutters, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, his usual confidence faltering in the face of Sanji's playful smirk.

Sanji chuckles softly, a warmth spreading through him at the sight of Zoro's embarrassment. "Your cook, huh?" he repeats, his tone light and teasing. "I kind of like the sound of that, Mosshead."

"You mean...," he starts softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "Are we... uh... back... together...?"

"I wouldn’t have kissed you otherwise." Sanji whispers softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

Zoro's eyes soften at Sanji's heartfelt response, a wave of relief and happiness washing over him. The vulnerability in Sanji's voice, coupled with the sincerity of his words, makes Zoro's heart swell with affection.

Before Zoro can respond, Luffy's voice booms through the ship again, louder and more insistent. "Guys! Come on, there's an island! Adventure awaits!"

Zoro sighs, his frustration bubbling up again but tempered by the lingering warmth from their intimate moment. He looks at Sanji, his expression a mix of annoyance and affection. "We'll finish this later," he promises, his voice low and filled with determination.

Sanji nods, his own desire still simmering beneath the surface as he straightens his clothes and prepares to face the day. "You better keep that promise, Zoro," he murmurs, a playful glint in his eyes as he heads for the door.

As they make their way out of the crow's nest, they are immediately met with Luffy's exuberant energy. The captain's wide grin and curious eyes shine brightly as he bounds towards them, one hand securing his straw hat in place.

"Oh Sanji, you were with Zoro? I knew the crow's nest was your fuck room. You finally made up?" Luffy asks with characteristic bluntness, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

Zoro and Sanji freeze, a flush of embarrassment coloring their cheeks. Zoro's eyes dart away, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. Sanji, on the other hand, is momentarily speechless, his mind racing to find a suitable response to Luffy's unfiltered question.

"Luffy! That's not..." Sanji starts, his voice a mix of embarrassment and exasperation. He takes a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "We're just... sorting things out."

Zoro clears his throat, stepping in to add, "Yeah, we're working things out. It's... complicated."

Luffy's grin only widens at their reactions, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "That's great! I'm glad you are back together! He says, ignoring their arguments. "As long as you're happy, that's all that matters!" He gives them a thumbs-up, completely oblivious to the awkwardness he's caused.

Sanji lets out a resigned sigh, shaking his head with a small smile. "You really are something, Luffy."

Zoro chuckles softly, the tension easing as he exchanges a glance with Sanji. "Yeah, thanks, Captain."

Luffy's infectious enthusiasm seems to break the awkwardness, and the three of them make their way to the bow of the ship, where the rest of the crew is already gathered, eagerly awaiting the sight of the new island.

As they approach, Nami waves them over. "Come on, you guys! We're almost there!"

Robin smiles knowingly at Zoro and Sanji, her eyes glinting with curiosity but choosing not to comment, making the men blushe violently. Usopp and Chopper are already speculating about the treasures and adventures that await them, their excitement palpable.

Sanji stands close to Zoro, their shoulders brushing. He glances at the swordsman, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Guess we've got an adventure waiting for us."

While the island is in sight, the excitement of the crew fills the air, blending perfectly with their thirst for adventure.

The Thousand Sunny sails steadily towards the new island, its sleek design cutting through the waves with ease. As the Straw Hat crew draws closer, the details of the island begin to reveal themselves in vibrant hues and captivating contours.

The island is a lush, verdant paradise, its landscape dominated by towering trees whose canopies seem to touch the sky. The foliage is dense and teeming with life, a symphony of birdsong and rustling leaves filling the air. The sunlight filters through the treetops, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor below. A crystal-clear river winds its way through the heart of the island, its waters sparkling in the sunlight like a ribbon of liquid silver. Along its banks, vibrant flowers bloom in a riot of colors, their petals dancing in the gentle breeze. The scent of blooming flora mingles with the fresh, earthy aroma of the forest, creating a heady, intoxicating fragrance that seems to welcome the crew ashore.

In the distance, the silhouette of a small mountain range looms, its peaks shrouded in mist that gives the island an air of mystery and enchantment. The mountains are dotted with caves and hidden alcoves, promising secrets and treasures waiting to be discovered.

Near the shoreline, a quaint village nestles among the trees, its buildings constructed from timber and thatch, blending harmoniously with the natural surroundings. Smoke rises lazily from chimneys, hinting at the warmth and hospitality that await within. The villagers, dressed in simple yet colorful garments, go about their daily routines, their faces lighting up with curiosity and excitement as they notice the approaching ship.

The beach itself is a stretch of pristine white sand, the waves lapping gently at the shore. Coconut palms line the edge of the forest, their fronds swaying gracefully in the breeze. A few small boats bob in the clear waters, their owners casting nets in hopes of a fruitful catch.

The crew gathers at the ship's railing, their eyes wide with wonder and anticipation.

"Wow, it's beautiful!" Chopper exclaims, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Nami nods, her gaze sweeping over the landscape. "This place looks like it has everything—lush forests, a peaceful village, and even mountains to explore."

Usopp grins, already imagining the stories he'll tell about their adventures on this new island. "I bet there's all kinds of treasure hidden in those caves."

Robin, ever the archaeologist, can't help but wonder about the island's history. "I sense there are many secrets to uncover here," she muses, her eyes scanning the distant mountains.

Sanji, still standing close to Zoro, takes a deep breath of the fresh, fragrant air. "And maybe some rare ingredients for a feast," he adds, his thoughts already drifting to the culinary possibilities.

Luffy, ever the enthusiastic captain, punches the air with excitement. "Alright, crew! Let's explore and see what this island has to offer!"

With the Thousand Sunny anchored just offshore, the Straw Hat Pirates prepare to set foot on the island, their hearts filled with the thrill of new adventures and the promise of untold discoveries. Nami, taking charge as always, gathers the crew together to assign tasks and gather supplies for their stay on the island.

"Alright, everyone," she begins, her voice firm but cheerful. "We need to stock up on supplies while we're here. Chopper, you and Jimbei can head into the village and see if they have any medical supplies we can use. Franky, I need you to gather as much wood as you can find for repairs and upgrades to the ship, take Luffy with you. Usopp, you're in charge of collecting gunpowder for our weapons and ammunition, I’m coming with you. Robin, can you and Brook search for ropes and any other useful tools we might need?"

The crew nods, each member ready to contribute to their shared goal of resupplying the Thousand Sunny.

"Nami-san, I’m taking care of the food." Sanji interjects, his eyes already scanning the trees for signs of edible plants.

Nami smiles, knowing Sanji's priorities well. "Take Zoro with you, I don’t want to spend days to look for him."

“Oi!”

Sanji smirks at Nami's comment, a playful glint in his eye as he nudges Zoro with his elbow. "Don't worry, Mosshead. I promise not to let you wander off into the jungle and get lost," Sanji teases, his tone light but affectionate.

"Yeah, yeah," Zoro grumbles, "Just make sure you don't get distracted by any pretty ladies along the way, Cook

Sanji's smirk widens into a full-fledged grin, a playful glint in his eye as he retorts, "At least I know how to appreciate beauty when I see it, Mosshead."

"Yeah I know that." Answers Zoro with an expression of self-satisfaction.

Zoro's smirk widens as he catches the faint blush that colors Sanji's cheeks at his remark. The rest of the crew looks on with curious eyes. The bickering is different, they are teasing each other in a seductive way. Nami looks at Robin, who is already smiling, and she gets it.

"Get a room you two." She sighs.

"Why Sanji smells Zoro and Zoro smells Sanji?" Chopper innocently asks, oblivious to the implications of his words.

Zoro and Sanji freeze, their cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as they exchange embarrassed glances. The realization dawns on them, and they both stammer for a response, their minds racing to come up with an explanation.

"It's because I was on night duty, so the Mosshead and I fought all night!" Sanji begins, his voice faltering as he struggles to find the right words.

Chopper tilts his head in confusion, but before he can question further, Usopp jumps in with a boisterous laugh.

"Come on, Chopper, don't you know? It's called scent marking! It's what animals do to claim their territory or show affection!" Usopp explains, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Sanji and Zoro exchange a horrified glance, their embarrassment reaching new heights at Usopp's explanation. Zoro just can't take it and punch the sniper on the top of his head.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" He screams, his face red.

Zoro's punch catches Usopp off guard, causing him to yelp in surprise as he rubs the sore spot on his head. The rest of the crew bursts into laughter at the sight, doubling over with amusement at Zoro's outburst.

"Whoa, Zoro, easy there!" Usopp exclaims, his laughter mixed with a hint of pain.

Zoro scowls, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment, as he glares at Usopp. "Keep your ridiculous theories to yourself, long-nose!" he grumbles.

Usopp holds up his hands in surrender, still chuckling despite the soreness in his head. "Alright, alright, I get it," he says, trying to contain his laughter. "No more scent marking jokes, I promise."

The crew continues to laugh, the tension from earlier dissipating into the air as they enjoy the moment of levity, while the two men can't quit their red face. The worst part his, they just slept together, nothing more...

Nami watches the exchange with amusement, a small smile playing on her lips as she turns to the rest of the crew. "Alright, let's get to work, everyone. We have a lot to do before sundown."

With that, the crew disperses, each member heading off to their assigned tasks, but that doesn’t stop the banter between Zoro and Sanji. They both keep fighting, even when they are finally alone in the market.

"Are you sure you can handle carrying all that food, Mosshead? Or should I get a cart for you?" Sanji quips, a smirk playing on his lips as he effortlessly balances a pile of fruit in his arms.

Zoro scoffs, rolling his eyes at Sanji's taunts. "I could carry twice as much as you, Cook. And without breaking a sweat."

I'll carry you in my arms against a wall until you scream my name, Shit-cook.

Zoro's cheeks flush crimson at the sudden intrusion of his thoughts, a wave of embarrassment washing over him at the vivid image that flashes through his mind. He quickly glances away, hoping to hide his embarrassment from Sanji. Fortunately for him, Sanji is under the spell of a pretty saleswoman at a spice stand. The cook is ogling her, his eyes in the shape of a heart.

Zoro seizes the moment to regain his composure, shaking his head slightly to clear the unbidden thoughts. He can't afford to be distracted, especially by Sanji. The swordsman is about to make another snarky remark when he notices Sanji’s dreamy expression.

“Oi, Cook! Focus!” Zoro barks, trying to snap Sanji out of his trance. "We're here to get supplies, not flirt."

Sanji reluctantly tears his gaze away from the pretty saleswoman, sighing dramatically. "It's called multitasking, mademoiselle here is gorgeous and deserves some compliments, you brute!"

Zoro rolls his eyes at Sanji's response, resisting the urge to argue further. There's no point in trying to reason with the cook when he's in one of his moods.

"Fine, fine," Zoro mutters, conceding defeat. "Just try not to get us kicked out of the market, alright?"

Sanji flashes him a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "No promises, Mosshead. But don't worry, I'll make sure we get everything we need before we cause too much trouble."

After a brief pause, they resume shopping, with Sanji dazzling vendors with his charm and haggling skills, while Zoro carries the supplies. Zoro chuckles to himself as he watches Sanji work his magic, appreciating his partner's natural charisma. Despite occasional teasing from bystanders, Zoro isn't jealous of Sanji's flirtatious nature; he sees it as one of the quirks that make Sanji endearing. Moving from stall to stall, Zoro notices Sanji's fondness for a fruit vendor lady, admiring how Sanji showers her with compliments and genuine respect. Witnessing Sanji's warmth and charm reaffirms Zoro's love for him, grateful to have such an affectionate partner. Once Sanji bids farewell to the lady with a kiss on her hand, he returns to Zoro, focused on their shopping list.

"Why don't you flirt with me like that, Lovecook?" Teases Zoro.

Sanji chuckles at Zoro's teasing remark, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he joins the swordsman by his side.

"Maybe I would if you were a beautiful fruit vendor lady," Sanji replies, his tone light and playful. "But alas, you're just a grumpy swordsman."

Zoro smirks at Sanji's playful retort, feeling a familiar warmth spread through his chest. The cook always had a way of turning his words into a dance, and even in jest, there was an underlying affection that Zoro cherished. He crosses his arms, leaning casually against the stall as he watches Sanji check their shopping list.

"Grumpy swordsman, huh?" Zoro replies, his voice tinged with mock indignation. "I seem to remember you liking this grumpy swordsman just fine."

Sanji looks up, meeting Zoro's gaze with a soft smile. "Oh, don't get me wrong, Mosshead. I wouldn't have it any other way."

For a moment, they stand there, the bustling market fading into the background as they share a quiet understanding. It's these small, unspoken moments that Zoro treasures the most—the way Sanji's eyes crinkle when he smiles, the subtle way his hand sometimes brushes against Zoro's as they walk side by side.

As they continue through the market, Zoro can't help but let his eyes wander to Sanji. The way he moves with such grace and confidence, the way his suit pants hug his ass perfectly—it all sends a rush of heat through Zoro. He swallows hard, his mind betraying him with vivid images of what he wants to do to the cook. He imagines grabbing Sanji by the hips, pushing him against a wall, and losing himself in a fierce, passionate embrace until Sanji is screaming his name.

Zoro's grip on the handle of his shopping bag tightens, his breath coming a little quicker as he tries to rein in his thoughts. It's not easy when Sanji is right there, within arm's reach, oblivious to the effect he's having on Zoro.

Sanji glances back at Zoro, a curious eyebrow raised. "You okay back there, Cactus face? You look a little... distracted."

Zoro clears his throat, forcing a casual smirk onto his face. "Just making sure you don't get lost in your flirting, cook. Someone's gotta keep an eye on you."

Sanji laughs, the sound like music to Zoro's ears. "Yeah, right. More like you can't take your eyes off me."

Zoro's smirk turns into a genuine smile, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Maybe I can't. What of it?"

Sanji's cheeks flush slightly, and he quickly turns his attention back to the next stall, but not before Zoro catches the pleased smile tugging at his lips. It's these little moments that make Zoro's heart race—knowing that he can still surprise Sanji, still make him blush.

As they move to the next vendor, Sanji effortlessly continues to charm and haggle, but Zoro's attention is divided. Part of his mind remains focused on their task at hand, but the other part is consumed by vivid fantasies of what might happen if he were alone with the cook. The memory of Sanji's warmth, the taste of his lips, and the sound of his name whispered in passion fills Zoro's thoughts, intensified by the weeks of separation during their breakup. The longing to hold Sanji close, to feel his touch, is overwhelming, a silent admission of how much he missed him and the fear of losing him due to his own mistakes. Zoro's struggle with words is well-known, but his desire to express his happiness at being reunited with Sanji is palpable, conveyed best through intimate embraces and physical gestures.

After couples of minutes of intense fantasies, Zoro has enough. He waits until they have finished all the shopping and, on the way to the boat, as they walk along the beach, the swordsman decides.

"Cook..., we are probably going to stay on this island this night. Do you..." He starts as he tries no to be overwhelmed by all the emotions he feels since the morning, when Sanji told him they were back together, but it's so hard. "Do you want to spend ... um... let's go on a date tonight."

Sanji stops in his tracks, surprise flashing across his face. For a moment, he seems at a loss for words, and Zoro's heart races even faster, unsure of what the cook's response will be.

"A date?" Sanji repeats, his voice soft and filled with wonder. He blinks, then a slow smile spreads across his face. "Are you asking me out on a date, Zoro?"

Zoro shifts nervously, his usual confidence wavering. "Yeah. If we are back together, we should go on a date. We could find a nice place, have a picnic... just the two of us. You like this kind of things, right?"

Sanji's smile widens, and he looks at Zoro with a mix of amusement and affection. "You really do pay attention, don't you, Mosshead?"

Zoro shrugs, trying to play it cool despite the butterflies in his stomach. "I'm just... I'm trying, I know I'm shit with words and not really a romantic guy but I'm trying to ... you know, make you happy."

Sanji's heart swells at Zoro's words. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to Zoro's lips before whispering in his ear. "Now that how you are supposed to flirt... Ok, I'm going to prepare food for the picnic and then, we'll rent a room and I'm going to make love to you so bad...”

Zoro's cheeks flush at Sanji's whispered words, his heart racing with anticipation. He can feel the heat pooling in his belly at the thought of being with Sanji, of feeling their bodies pressed together in passion. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"Sounds good to me," Zoro manages to reply, his voice a little rougher than usual.

Sanji pulls back, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'll make sure it's more than just good, Mosshead," he says, his tone filled with promise.

With a final, lingering kiss, they head off to the boat. Zoro’s patience is put to the test. Weeks he hasn’t touched the cook, that and all the fantasies that invade him several times a day... just to think that tonight, he was going to... He already feels cramped in his pants.

As the sun sets and casts a warm, golden hue over the island, the crew of the Thousand Sunny returns to the ship, their arms laden with supplies. Everyone is in high spirits, their earlier tasks completed with ease. The laughter and chatter among the Straw Hat Pirates fill the air as they unload their goods and regroup on the main deck.

Nami steps forward, her navigator’s log pose in hand. "Alright, everyone," she calls out, gathering the crew's attention. "The log pose will reset by tomorrow morning, so we have the rest of tonight to do whatever we want. Just make sure you're ready to sail by first light."

Cheers erupt from the crew, the promise of a free evening lighting up their faces. Luffy immediately starts planning an impromptu feast, enlisting Chopper and Usopp to help him gather ingredients. Robin and Franky discuss exploring the village some more, while Brook tunes his violin, preparing to serenade the people with a few songs.

Sanji, standing next to Zoro, nudges him gently. "Looks like we have the perfect opportunity for our date tonight," he says, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Zoro nods, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Sanji heads to the galley to prepare a special meal, leaving Zoro to make himself comfortable on the deck. As he waits, he watches the crew disperse, everyone busy with their plans for the evening.

After a short while, Sanji returns, carrying a beautifully arranged picnic basket. "Come on, Mosshead," he says with a playful grin. "Let's find a nice spot on the beach."

Zoro follows Sanji off the ship and down to the shore. The beach is quiet, the only sounds the gentle lapping of waves and the distant hum of the village. Sanji leads the way to a secluded spot, where they spread out a blanket and set up their picnic. Of course the cook has outdone himself with the meal, preparing a variety of dishes that showcase his culinary skills. They eat in comfortable silence at first, the food delicious and the setting perfect. As the stars begin to twinkle above them, Zoro finally speaks up.

"This is so tasty, Cook!" he admits, his voice soft.

Sanji looks up, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "I'm glad you like it, Mosshead," he replies, his tone equally gentle. "You know, earlier in the market, I saw you blush while watching me. And I was wondering something..."

Zoro can't help but smiles, this damn cook ,nothing escapes him. "You were wondering about what?"

Sanji looks down, it’s easy to read his face that he is disturbed by something. His hands sink into the hot sand and he watches the grains pass through his fingers. "How many times do you think about you fucking me?” He finally asks, his voice slightly strangled in his throat.

Zoro's cheeks flush bright red at Sanji's bold question, caught off guard by the sudden turn in the conversation. He clears his throat awkwardly, trying to regain his composure.

"Uh, well... " Zoro stammers, struggling to find the right words. "I don't know, Cook. It's not like I keep track or anything."

Sanji smiles with empathy, his gaze focused on a shell he found in the sand. "You don't have to hold back, Mosshead," he says gently. "I know you're used to being the dominant one. You like to dirty talk during sex, you prefer to top. So... why you never asked me to... you know... if you could fuck me?"

Zoro's cheeks burn even hotter at Sanji's direct question, his mind racing as he tries to process the implications of what Sanji just said. It's true—Zoro has always been more comfortable in the dominant role, preferring to take charge in the bedroom. But with Sanji, things are different.

"Because, I'm your first man in a relationship. You were always a womanizer, I know it's hard or impossible for you to imagine taking a dick in the ass." Zoro finally admits, his voice firm and confident. "It took you time to fuck me, to cross the line of gay sex, so I imagine being the bottom for you, it's... just a big no."

Sanji's heart clenches at Zoro's words, a mixture of guilt and longing swirling inside him. He knows that Zoro's past experiences and preferences play a significant role in their dynamic, but he can't shake the feeling of inadequacy that washes over him. The idea of being the one to hold Zoro back from expressing his desires fills Sanji with a sense of shame.

"What if I never want to be bottom...?" Asks Sanji with fear in his voice.

Sanji's question hangs heavy in the air, laden with fear and uncertainty. Zoro's heart aches at the vulnerability in Sanji's voice.

"Cook," Zoro begins softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "It's okay. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. If being the bottom is something you never want to do, then I'll respect that."

Sanji frowns. "Zoro, I know you’re doing your best to fix your mistakes and you want to take care of me but... let’s be honest, we’re men, and even if I love you, if tomorrow you tell me you don’t want to have sex, after a while I’ll go crazy. I know you’re the dominant type, I know you want to fuck me so... tell me the truth, you’d be frustrated and unhappy if you can’t be on top."

Zoro's heart sinks at Sanji's words, a pang of guilt washing over him. He knows that Sanji is right—that their desires and needs as individuals are just as important as their commitment to each other. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself to be honest with Sanji.

"Alright," Zoro admits, his voice heavy with regret. "I won't lie to you. Being the dominant one, taking charge in the bedroom—it's something that's always been important to me. Yes I want to fuck you. And if I can't have that... yeah, I'd be frustrated and unhappy… in the long term."

He pauses, moving from his spot on the blanket to squat in front of Sanji, reaching out to gently cup his cheek. His gaze searching Sanji's face for understanding. "But that doesn't mean I want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. If I have to sacrifice my desires for you, so be it. I don't care."

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise at Zoro's declaration, his heart swelling with emotion at the depth of his partner's love and sacrifice. He reaches up to cover Zoro's hand with his own, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"Zoro," Sanji begins softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I appreciate your willingness to sacrifice for me, but I don't want you to give up something that's important to you. I don't want that kind of relationship."

Zoro's is surprised by Sanji's words, touched by the sincerity and depth of his partner's feelings. He looks into Sanji's eyes, seeing the love and understanding reflected back at him, and he feels a sense of gratitude wash over him.

"Cook, I don't want that kind of relationship either, but... I can't convince you to be the bottom if you don't want that."

"You are the one who knows about gay sex, not me! You must know a lot of stuff that I don't! For me, being on top is the easy way and yet, I'm pretty sure I'm not really that good in bed. I touch your body without knowing how to pleasure a male body. I already had anal with women, so taking you wasn't out of my comfort zone." He leans in closer, his forehead resting against Zoro's as they share this important moment of confession. "I'm pretty sure there is a dozen tricks you know in bed that I don't and can drive me crazy..."

Zoro is disturbed by Sanji's vulnerability and honesty. He listens intently to Sanji's words. He knows that sex is important to Sanji and that his deep nature of pleasing others is taking over.

"Listen, Shit-Cook," Zoro begins softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "You don't have to worry about being 'good enough' in bed. Because with you, I've had the best sex of my life."

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise at Zoro's declaration, he feels a rush of warmth flood through him, a sense of relief washing over him.

"And as for those 'dozen tricks,' well, maybe there are a few things I can show you," he adds with a teasing smile.

"Like what....?" Asks Sanji, blushing.

Zoro's smile widens at Sanji's question, a playful glint in his eyes. He leans in closer, his breath warm against Sanji's ear as he whispers softly.

"How about we finish this delicious food, and we rent that room like you told me so, and I show you a trick or two?"

"Depends... can you promise me to be yourself and... be in bed the way you like to be?" Answers Sanji as he places his hand on Zoro's neck.

"Will you fuck me like crazy after my tricks, Perverted Cook?" Asks Zoro as he nibbles Sanji's ear.

Sanji's breath catches in his throat at Zoro's bold words, his heart racing with excitement at the prospect of what's to come. He meets Zoro's gaze with a mixture of desire and anticipation, his hand sliding down to rest against Zoro's chest, caressing his warm skin.

"Deal," Sanji replies, his voice husky with desire. "You show me your tricks and I fuck you like crazy."

Zoro's heart skips a beat at Sanji's agreement, his desire for his partner burning hotter than ever. He meets Sanji's gaze with equal parts excitement and anticipation, a thrill coursing through him at the promise of what's to come. All his fantasies are coming back to him like a storm, but he wants to do the things in a good rhythm.

They take the time to finish the food and slowly they leave the beach to go in town and find an inn.

Zoro's mind races with anticipation, his heart pounding with excitement at the thought of what awaits them. He steals glances at Sanji as they walk, his desire for his partner burning hotter with each passing moment. Despite the rush of desire coursing through him, Zoro takes his time, savoring each step of the walk. He knows that patience is key, that rushing things would only diminish the experience.

When they finally arrive at the inn, Zoro's pulse quickens. He’s reaching his limit.

Inside the inn, they find a cozy small room with a comfortable bed and soft, inviting lighting. Zoro's heart races as he closes the door behind them, his eyes locking with Sanji's as they stand on the threshold of something new and exciting.

"Shower first." Sanji says softly.

Zoro nods eagerly, his heart pounding with excitement at the thought of being alone with Sanji in the intimate setting of the shower. He wants to see him naked so badly.

"Lead the way."

Sanji flashes Zoro a playful grin before taking his hand and leading him towards the bathroom. Once inside, the cook passes his hand in his hair.

"When your tricks are supposed to start?" Sanji asks, curious.

"The first trick is my way of undressing you." Zoro responds as he grabs the cook by his tie, wrapping the fabric around his hand and pulling Sanji closer to him, surprising him.

"You better not ruin my suit, it’s expensive." He replies, warning Zoro.

With a playful wink, Zoro begins to slowly undo Sanji's tie, his movements deliberate and tantalizing. Sanji watches with bated breath, a thrill coursing through him at the anticipation of what's to come.

As Zoro removes the tie, he leans in closer, his lips brushing against Sanji's ear. "I'll be very careful with your precious suit..."

Zoro's hands move to the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one as he presses feather-light kisses along Sanji's jawline. The milky skin reveals itself to him little by little. Zoro's fingers work their way down Sanji's chest, undoing the last button of his shirt and with his warm hands, he takes off the shirt in a seductive way. As the shirt is now gone, Zoro grabs the cook by his jaw and looks him in the eyes, eager.

"Turn around, Cook." Sanji hesitates for a moment but then complies, turning on his heels. As soon as he does, he feels Zoro press him against the wall tiles. One of Zoro's hands is flat on the wall next to Sanji's head, the other gripping his hip firmly. Sanji's eyes widen as Zoro leans in close, his breath hot against Sanji's ear. "That’s good."

Sanji can feel the heat of Zoro's body against his own, once again the swordsman is a furnace. With a low growl of desire, Zoro's hand slides down to cup Sanji's ass, his touch possessive and demanding.

"Damn, I love these pants. They give you such a nice ass..."

With a swift motion, Zoro hands move between the wall and Sanji and grabs his belt. The sound of the buckle clinking echoing through the bathroom. Zoro's hands move with practiced ease, his desire for his partner reaching a fever pitch as the anticipation builds. As the belt falls to the floor, Sanji can feel his pulse pounding in his ears, his entire body thrumming with desire.

Zoro leans in closer and nibbles Sanji's ear. "You have no idea how much I want you right now."

Zoro rests his hand on Sanji's hip again, his eyes lowering to take in the sight of the cook's firm, enticing ass. He wants nothing more than to lose himself in Sanji, to take him against the wall. But he knows Sanji's not ready for that yet, so he takes a deep breath, calming his thoughts. Slowly, he removes his kimono and haramaki, letting the garments fall to the floor.

Returning to Sanji, Zoro presses his bare chest against the cook's back, feeling the heat of their skin mingling. His hand on the wall slips to Sanji's belly, pulling him closer as Zoro's lips find the soft skin of his neck. Sanji tilts his head to the side, granting Zoro better access as he leans into the touch, his desire burning hotter than ever.

With a swift motion, Zoro's hand moves to the button of Sanji's pants, sending a jolt of electricity through Sanji's body. His breath accelerates as Zoro expertly undoes the button and slowly slides down the zipper. As the pants fall to the floor, Sanji feels a surge of desire, his entire body thrumming with anticipation.

Zoro's hand caresses Sanji's abs, while the other gently strokes his thigh. The swordsman's lips trail hot kisses along Sanji's neck, his breath searing against the cook's skin. Sanji trembles, his body responding to Zoro's touch, his desire reaching new heights. The swordsman's hands continue their exploration, undressing Sanji until his underwear pools at his feet. Sanji gasps, his body fully exposed, he can feel Zoro’s fingers caressing his abs firmly, almost scratching them, causing the muscles to contract. After a final, teasing kiss to Sanji's neck, Zoro places his chin on Sanji's shoulder, glancing down to see the cook already very hard. A cocky smile appears on his face.

"This was my first trick," Zoro whispers against Sanji's skin, his breath hot and inviting. "Turning you on like crazy by just undressing you."

Sanji's swallows nervously at Zoro's words, his hand, a little trembling, reaches the tap and turns it. They step into the warm spray, the water cascading over their bodies as they wash away the remnants of the day. Sanji leans in and captures Zoro's lips in a tender kiss, their mouths meeting in a rush of heat and desire. Zoro responds eagerly, his arms wrapping around Sanji as they lose themselves in the moment, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.

As they break the kiss, Sanji looks into Zoro's eyes, his own filled with desire. "What's the next trick...?"

Zoro reaches for the bottle of shower gel, his fingers trailing teasingly along Sanji's skin as he pours a generous amount into his palm. He moves behind Sanji, his gaze dark with desire as he begins to lather the gel between his hands, the scent of sandalwood filling the air.

"The next trick," Zoro murmurs, his voice low and sending shivers down Sanji's spine, "is all about touch. Heating up every inch of your body.”

Zoro's hands glide over Sanji's skin, leaving a trail of warm gel that makes him quiver. Under the warm spray of water, he arches into Zoro's touch, his body alive with pleasure.

Zoro starts with Sanji's shoulders, strong fingers kneading away the tension as he leans in close, breath warm against Sanji's ear. "Relax these shoulders, Cook." Sanji chills at Zoro's words, trying to let go of the tension. Zoro's hands move lower, trailing down his back. "Look at this curve... I wonder how it would look if I made you arch.”

"Zoro..."

As Zoro's hands glide lower, Sanji feels heat building up in his stomach, his desire intensifying to a dizzying pace. Zoro's words are like a flame, igniting a passion within him that threatens to consume him.

"And these abs," Zoro murmurs, his voice a low growl of desire as he traces teasing circles along Sanji's stomach. "So tight, so toned. What a good boy you are, training them every morning."

I’ll be a good boy…

Sanji's can't stop a wave of discomfort at Zoro’s words but he chases away his thoughts and focuses on the hands that touch him.

"And this ass," Zoro murmurs, his voice husky with desire as his hands roam over Sanji's firm buttocks, the slick soap leaving a trail of warmth. "So perfect, so inviting. I could spend all night worshiping every curve."

Sanji's cheeks flush at Zoro's words, his desire for his partner burning hotter than ever as Zoro's hands move lower, trailing down his thighs. "You like it when I touch you like this, don't you, Cook?" Zoro whispers, his voice a low growl of desire. "When I make you feel good."

Sanji moans softly, his body electrified by Zoro's touch. Every caress sends shivers of pleasure coursing through him, making his skin tingle and his breath hitch.

"And these thighs," Zoro murmurs, his voice filled with hunger as he traces teasing circles along Sanji's skin. "So strong, so powerful. I can't wait to see them wrapped around me."

Sanji's closes his eyes, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. The thought of being dominated by Zoro fills him with a heady mix of curiousity and fear. He wants to surrender to his partner completely, to let Zoro take control and pleasure him in ways he's never experienced before. But the idea of being the bottom, of relinquishing control and allowing Zoro to penetrate him, scares him too much.

Sanji tries to imagine himself lying on a bed, his powerful legs wrapped around Zoro's waist as his lover rocks his hips. The image sends a thrill of excitement coursing through him, but it's quickly overshadowed by a wave of uncertainty.

Amid the warmth of the shower, Sanji strives to live in the moment, allowing himself to be consumed by desire and the sensation of Zoro's touch.

"Zoro... please... touch me."

"No." Zoro answers with a deep voice as he bits the shoulder in front of him. "Let's finish this shower and I'll show you my third trick on the bed."

With a nod, Sanji surrenders to the moment. They continue to wash each other, their bodies moving together in a burning dance, until finally, they step out of the shower and dry off. As they make their way to the bed, Sanji's heart beats faster, his mind buzzing with anticipation for Zoro's next trick. The swordsman gently pushes Sanji to lie on his back before mounting him.

"Remember Mosshead, be yourself. If you want to be dominant, now the times... So, what's that third trick?" Whispers Sanji.

Zoro responds with an intense kiss, pressing their lips firmly. He wraps his tongue with that of the cook, making him sigh of well-being. "The third trick," he whispers against Sanji's lips, "involves exploring parts of your body you've never even thought to touch. And trust me, the pleasure they can bring will leave you breathless.”

With a wicked grin, Zoro begins his exploration of Sanji's body, starting with the jugular in the neck. He presses gentle kisses along the sensitive skin, his lips trailing down to the hollow of Sanji's throat. Sanji gasps as Zoro's tongue darts out to flick against the pulsing vein, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him.

"Hum... You have a fast heartbeat." Zoro whispers as his lick again the vein. "Hungry for me, cook?"

Sanji's response is a teasing smirk. "You wish...”

Sanji attempts to maintain his composure, but the pressure of Zoro's body against his own, the warmth of their skin melding together, leaves him feeling overwhelmed and powerless. A soft moan escape his mouth when he feels Zoro's tongue teasing again his jugular.

"Zoro..." Sanji gasps, while one of his hand find the Swordsman neck.

Sanji’s chest rises and falls with the intensity of the sensation. He can fell Zoro’s hand in his hair, trailing down, brushing his throat. His hand is so warm, usually deadliest when they hold a sword but on his skin…it caresses flat his pectoral, much less developed than that of his lover, but muscular and firm all the same. Zoro's thumb brushes against his nipple and the sensation surprises him because, indeed, no woman touched him here.

"Zoro... What are you doing?" Sanji asks with a trembling voice.

"Just touching you, Cook. I’m showing you some tricks about gay sex."

Zoro continues his exploration of Sanji's sensitive nipple, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and teasing pinches, his skin erupting in goosebumps as he succumbs to the sensation. As Zoro's tongue flicks out to lick the little bud, Sanji's eyes flutter shut, a low moan escaping his lips.

"Does it feel good, Cook?" Zoro murmurs against Sanji's skin as he gives a second lick on the nipple, now hard.

Sanji's sighs, his mind swimming with the new sensations coursing through him. With a trembling voice, he manages to reply, "Y-Yes... it's good..."

With a smirk, Zoro continues his ministrations, his tongue swirling around Sanji's hardened nipple in slow, teasing circles. He doesn't hesitate to suck and nibble it a bit. He can feel Sanji’s grip on his neck firming up as his little sighs multiply. The cook never had this feeling before, didn't even know this part of his body could give him pleasure.

"Good... because I'm just getting started, Cook."

Zoro's hands glide over Sanji's body with an intensity that sets his skin ablaze. Each touch is deliberate, igniting a hunger within Sanji that threatens to consume him entirely. Zoro's fingers trail down Sanji's chest, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. He pauses just above Sanji's belly button, teasing the sensitive skin with feather-light touches that leave him trembling with desire.

With a devilish smile, Zoro's exploration continues, his touch deliberate and tantalizing. His fingers trace a path along the inside of Sanji's thigh, bristling his leg hair. The sensation is electric, driving Sanji to the brink of madness as Zoro's touch stirs desires he never knew he had.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Cook?" Zoro murmurs as he continues to tease Sanji's thigh. "I can tell by your reactions that no woman has ever paid attention to your legs like this.”

The hand of Sanji that is on Zoro’s neck grabs his green hair after the words, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement coursing through the cook. It's true—no woman has ever touched him like this, explored his body with as much care and attention to detail. It was always Sanji who took care of these goddesses. He always pushes aside his own desire to make them fell good.

With a trembling voice, Sanji manages to reply, "N-No... no one has ever touched me like this..."

Zoro's leans in closer at Sanji's admission and he kisses him deeply while his hand gently scratches the inner tigh of his leg.

And those places I touched, would you like me to touch them again?

“Yes, it’s good.” Sanji answers as he claims another kiss.

"So... now, you wanted to see my dominant side. You think you can handle it, cook?" Zoro's voice is low and filled with challenge, his gaze intense as he waits for Sanji's response.

Sanji's mind races with uncertainty, but before he can formulate a reply, Zoro leans in and captures his lips in a reassuring kiss.

"Don't worry," Zoro whispers between kisses, his tone filled with reassurance. "I'm not going to penetrate you or anything like that. I just want to show you my teasing and dirty talk side, like you asked."

Sanji nods eagerly, his desire for his partner burning hotter than ever.

"Alright, bring it on, you idiotic swordsman," Sanji replies, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he embraces the challenge.

With a swift motion, Zoro pins Sanji’s wrists above his head, his touch possessive and commanding.

“I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."

With his wrists held firmly in place, Sanji can feel the raw power and dominance radiating from Zoro, igniting a primal desire within him. He's aware of Zoro's immense strength, the potential to break his wrists with ease if he desired. Yet, Sanji trusts implicitly in Zoro's restraint, knowing that the swordsman would never harm him. Zoro understands the value of Sanji's hands.

Zoro starts with slow, teasing kisses along Sanji's jawline, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin with a feather-light touch that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through him. His tongue passes between the well-trimmed hairs of his chin before he bites his lower lip of his teeth.

"Give me your tongue, now." Zoro orders.

Sanji's gasps for air at Zoro's commanding tone, a rush of anticipation flooding through him in response to the display of dominance. Without a moment's hesitation, he yields, parting his lips to offer up his tongue to Zoro's hungry mouth. Zoro captures it between his lips, his sucking and playful teasing sending waves of pleasure coursing through Sanji's lower belly.

One of Zoro's hand explores again Sanji's body, He traces teasing circles along his chest, pinching a nipple. Then, Zoro’s calloused hand grabs one of his thighs, stroking the underside with some grip before wrapping the leg around his waist. The new position makes their cocks line up, pressing into a delicious sensation, and Sanji can’t hold a moan.

"Look at you. So sensitive…" Groans Zoro as he bites the skin in Sanji's collarbone.

Sanji feels a fire kindling in his belly as Zoro's touch electrifies him, flooding him with pleasure. Zoro's words excite him, his breaths quickening as he gives in to the moment. The warmth of Zoro's body against his own stirs a primal desire within him.

"Zoro..." Sanji moans, his voice a breathless whisper as his leg clings to his partner.

"If I release your hands, you’ll be a good boy, or should I tie you up?" Asks Zoro after another burning kiss.

Sanji’s body jumps at Zoro’s question and it doesn’t go unnoticed for both men. He looks into Zoro's eyes, seeing the raw hunger and intensity reflected back at him, and he tries to focus on this and only this.

”I-I…”

Please dad, let me out… I’ll be a good boy…

"I'll be a good boy," Sanji replies, his voice shaking. "I promise."

Zoro may not be good with words, he still has a good memory and he is smart. Zoro can sense the turmoil within Sanji, the conflict between past traumas and present desires. The nightmares of Sanji are looping in his head, he knows that the term ‘good boy’ is a problem for Sanji. But he's determined to rewrite those memories, to replace them with new experiences of pleasure and love. With a knowing look, he releases Sanji's hands, his touch gentle yet firm.

"We'll see," Zoro teases, a playful glint in his eyes. "How about you show me just how a good boy you can be?" He leans in for another heated kiss, his lips seeking out Sanji's with a hunger that matches his own. "Wrap those powerful legs around me, Cook."

Zoro's suggestion catches Sanji off guard, his heart pounding in his chest as he considers the request. Slowly he wraps his legs around Zoro's waist, the vision of having the swordsman between is legs is both terrifying and fascinating.

"That's nice, Cook. You are obedient."

Zoro's words ignite a thrill within Sanji, a potent blend of anticipation and nervousness that sends a shiver down his spine. He can feel the heat of Zoro's body against his own, it consumes him.

Zoro presses closer, his lips tantalizingly close to Sanji's ear. "You have no idea," he breathes, his voice a whisper that sends a surge of heat through Sanji's veins. "How incredible it feels to have you wrapped around me like this, Cook." His words are punctuated by a passionate kiss that leaves Sanji breathless and longing for more.

Sanji can feel the hardness of Zoro's cock pressing against his own, the sensation sending vibration through Sanji's whole body. He arches into Zoro's touch, his fingers digging into the sheets as he surrenders himself completely to the moment.

"Zoro..." Sanji moans, his voice a breathless whisper as he presses closer, craving more of his partner's touch. "Touch me..."

Zoro's smirk deepens at Sanji's plea, his longing for his partner igniting into an inferno. With a malicious grin, he leans in, capturing Sanji's lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. Their tongues entwine in a fiery dance of desire, each movement fueled by an insatiable hunger for each other.

"You want me to touch you, huh? Like this?" Zoro growls, his hands trailing down Sanji's chest, brushing lightly over his sensitive nipples, making the cook moan before continuing downward.

“No, you know where…”

Zoro's hand finally reaches Sanji's throbbing erection, his fingers wrapping around it with a firm yet gentle grip. He begins to stroke slowly, his movements deliberate and teasing. "You're so hard for me, Cook," Zoro says, his voice dripping with lust. "You want me to make you feel good, don't you?"

Sanji can only nod, his breath coming in irregular gasps as Zoro's touch drives him wild with need. The swordsman's hand moves with a practiced ease, his thumb caresses the tip, playing with the pre-cum, snatching a melodious moan from Sanji.

"Look at you, Perveted-cook," Zoro continues, his voice a low, seductive purr. "So desperate for my touch. You are licking so bad."

Sanji's cheeks flush at Zoro's dirty talk, his body reacting to the combination of Zoro's teasing words and skilled hands. He trembles under Zoro's touch, his fingers digging into the sheets as he tries to maintain some semblance of control.

Zoro's eyes smolder with desire as he observes Sanji's responses, his arousal intensifying with every passing second. He tightens his grip, quickening the pace of his strokes, his thumb teasing the sensitive tip with relentless precision. Sanji's moan escapes him like a symphony of pleasure, a raw expression of his ecstasy.

"Damn, Cook, you're unbelievably hot,"

With a evil smile, Zoro releases Sanji's erection, sliding his hand lower to explore and tease his balls. Sanji's body reacts instantly to the new sensation, arching into Zoro's touch as he moans with pleasure.

"I bet no woman has ever touched you here, have they?" Zoro teases, his voice a sultry rumble. He rolls Sanji's balls between his fingers, his touch assured yet gentle. "You're so responsive, Cook. It's intoxicating."

Sanji's cheeks flush deeper at Zoro's words, his arousal escalating. "N-No... no one has ever touched me like this," he confesses, his voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

"That's a damn shame... no one ever took care of you," Zoro replies, his words dripping with both sympathy and desire. He presses his lips against Sanji's hungrily, kissing him like crazy. With a firm grip on Sanji's blond locks, he leans in close to the cook's ear, his voice a seductive murmur. "Think about it, Cook," he whispers, his breath hot against Sanji's skin. "All I've done is undress you, run my fingers over your body, and give you a little taste with my tongue... I barely touched you and you're trembling so bad."

As he speaks, Zoro trails a single finger from Sanji's throat down to his belly, savoring in the thrill he sends through the cook’s body.

"Zoro..." Sanji moans softly, his voice betraying a desperate longing.

Zoro responds by gently squeezing Sanji's balls, rolling them between his fingers with a teasing touch that elicits a chorus of moans from his partner.

"You're so responsive... Turn around on your stomach." Zoro orders.

Sanji's breath hitches at Zoro's command, anticipation coursing through his veins. The mix of excitement and nervousness dances within him, but his trust in Zoro emboldens him. With a slow, deliberate movement, he obeys, positioning himself vulnerably before Zoro, his body ready and eager for whatever comes next.

Zoro's hands glide down Sanji's back, firm yet tender, exploring every inch of his skin. "Good boy," he whispers with a deep and seductive voice. "You're doing so well for me."

Sanji can feel the weight of Zoro's gaze on him, the intensity of his desire palpable in the air. His hands continue their exploration, trailing down Sanji's spine and over the curve of his ass. His fingers tease the sensitive skin, drawing moans of pleasure from Sanji's lips. Zoro lies upon him, embracing him with his warmth and he whispers in his ear.

"Sanji, just don't panic, ok? Trust me, I'm going to do something with my dick but again, I won't penetrate you."

Sanji’s heart accelerates despite Zoro’s words, his trust in his partner overriding his fear. He nods in response, his breath calming down as Zoro’s comfort washes over him. Zoro slides his cock between Sanji's thighs, just at the perineum, Sanji's open his eyes, he wasn't expected that. Slowly, Zoro begins to move, mimicking the motion of fucking Sanji. Sanji's eyes widen in shock, his body tensing with a mixture of surprise and arousal. As Zoro nibbles his ear, Sanji buries his head in the pillow, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

"That's how it would feel if I were fucking you right now."

The image of Zoro thrusting into him, of being completely at his mercy, sends a strange emotion through his body. But the fear of the unknown still lingers in the back of his mind, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggles to not lose his mind. He feels Zoro continue to rub his cock against Sanji's skin, his lover is so hard and he can hear is little groans in his ear.

"Zoro..." Sanji tries to speak, his voice a breathless whisper as he tightens his grip on the pillow.. "I... I don't know if I can..."

Zoro's lips trail down Sanji's neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. "Shhh," he whispers soothingly, "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with.”

Sanji's heart clenches at Zoro's reassuring words, a wave of relief washing over him. He leans into Zoro's touch, feeling a sense of safety in his embrace. He trusts Zoro completely, knows that his partner would never push him beyond his limits. Zoro takes better support, his elbows press around the head of the cook.

"Just imagine... Imagine right now if I was pounding inside you. You would cry with pleasure, you could hear my moans in your ear, you know the moans you fought so hard to hear." As he says that, Zoro grabs the blond hair again, keeping his dominant role.

Sanji's mind swirls with conflicting emotions as Zoro's words wash over him. The vivid image Zoro paints fills him with a strange mixture of excitement and fear. He can almost feel Zoro's weight pressing down on him, the sensation of being filled by him, the sound of their combined moans filling the air. But the fear of the unknown holds him back.

"Will you... will you keep dirty talk to me...?" Sanji asks, his face still in the pillow.

Zoro's fingers gently run through Sanji's hair, a gesture of reassurance as he leans in closer, his voice a soothing murmur against his partner's ear. "Heh, you like this side of me. You like it when I talk to you like that, right Perverted-cook?”

Sanji nods, his cheeks flushing with color as he buries his face deeper into the pillow.

"Yeah... I do," he admits, his voice muffled against the fabric. "I like it... a lot."

"Such a naughty boy you are." Zoro teases as he keeps moving his cock between Sanji's thighs. "What else you like? Tell me now."

The cook hesitates for a moment, he takes a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to speak his deepest fantasies.

"I think I like it when you're rough with me, when you make me feel... wanted.”

"Mhh... you want more of this dominant side?"

Sanji's cheeks flush with embarrassment as he nods in the pillow, his heart pounding with anticipation. "Yes," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want more.”

"Alright, stand on your knees."

Sanji’s senses ignite as he obeys Zoro's command, the anticipation electrifying every nerve in his body as he kneels before his partner. The heat of Zoro's body behind him sends shivers down his spine, his breath hitching in anticipation of what's to come. With a low growl of desire, Zoro slides his hard length between Sanji's legs, teasingly mimicking again the sensation of penetration. Sanji trembles with a heady mix of arousal and apprehension, his body responding eagerly to Zoro's touch.

"Fuck, Cook, you're so damn sexy," Zoro growls, his grip tightening around Sanji's hip, his touch possessive and demanding. Sanji's pulse races as Zoro's hand wraps around his throat, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through him. He moans softly, his voice trembling with need as he presses back against Zoro, craving more of his dominance.

"Zoro..." he gasps, his voice a desperate plea as he arches into his partner's touch. "Please... I need..."

"What is it, Cook? What do you want?" Zoro's voice is filled with teasing amusement, his cocky smile evident even without seeing his face.

"I... I want to come," Sanji begs, his voice shaking with desire.

Zoro's grin widens, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Oh no, Slutty-Cook, it's too early for that."

Sanji whines, starting to be desperate. He bites his lip, his body trembling with need as he struggles to contain his need.

"But... but it hurts..." he protests, his voice a pleading whisper as he watches his cock being too hard to be good for his sanity.

Zoro's grip tightens around Sanji's throat, forcing him to breathe with his mouth open by reflex.

"That's the point, Cook," Zoro purrs, his voice dripping with dominance. "I want you to beg for it."

A tear rolls on his cheek, Sanji knows he's at Zoro's mercy, completely under his control. Zoro is like a beast right now and he is just a prey.

"Please, Zoro..."

"Open your mouth," Zoro commands, his tone firm and authoritative, ignoring Sanji's protests.

Sanji hesitates, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. But the trust he has in Zoro outweighs his doubts, and he complies, parting his lips obediently.

Zoro slides his finger into Sanji's mouth, the touch both gentle and commanding. "Suck it," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Sanji closes his lips around Zoro's finger, his tongue swirling sensually around it. The taste of his partner fills his senses, driving him wild with desire. Zoro takes his time, savoring the sensation before slowly withdrawing his finger.

"That's how it would feel if I were going to put my finger inside you," Zoro explains, his voice dripping with seduction. "I'd want it nice and wet, so it would slide in smoothly."

Sanji's swallows with difficulty. The thought of Zoro penetrating him, even with just a finger, sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through him.

"Zoro... Did it hurt the first time?" Sanji asks, his voice laced with vulnerability.

Zoro pauses, his expression softening as he registers Sanji's concern. He reaches out, his fingers brushing gently against Sanji's cheek, offering comfort.

"Yeah, it hurt a bit," Zoro admits, his tone gentle. "But it wasn't unbearable, especially with proper preparation. And with you, Cook, I'd make sure to take it slow and make it as comfortable as possible."

"And... did you feel... like you were less of a man...?" Sanji's voice trails off, his lips trembling.

Zoro's gaze softens, filled with understanding. He shakes his head reassuringly. "Not at all," he says firmly. "Taking a dick doesn't define my manhood. And trust me, even if my opponent knew, they'd still fear me when I draw my swords." He adds with a grin.

Sanji chuckles at Zoro's confidence, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. Zoro's unwavering support and humor bring comfort, even in moments of doubt.

"Noted, Mosshead," Sanji replies, a smile playing on his lips.

Zoro's grin turns into a look of dominance as he positions himself behind Sanji again. He slides his hard cock between Sanji's thighs once again, the friction sending sparks flying between them.

"Now that my Perverted-cook is feeling better," Zoro's voice drips with desire, "let's pick up where we left off, shall we?"

Sanji's breath catches at Zoro's words, his body craving the swordsman's touch. The heat between them intensifies as Zoro's commanding tone stirs something primal within him.

Zoro leans closer, his breath hot against Sanji's ear. "Damn... how is it that your deadliest weapons have such soft skin...”

Zoro's words send shivers down Sanji's spine, he can feel himself becoming putty in the swordsman's hands. With a low groan, Zoro's grips Sanji's hips tightly, pulling him closer until there's no space left between them.

"Zoro..." he moans as he presses back against his partner, craving more of his touch. "Please... I..."

Zoro's tongue brushes against Sanji's jugular, making him shake violently. "Touch me, Cook."

"W-where... ?" He asks, completely hypnotized by Zoro’s dominance.

"I'm going to keep moving between your legs," Zoro explains, his wet kisses trailing down Sanji's neck, "Grab my cock. Make me feel the pleasure of being inside you."

Sanji's heart races at Zoro's directive, his fingers trembling as he complies without hesitation. He reaches between his legs, wrapping his fingers around Zoro's cock with a firm grip. The sensation of Zoro's hardness in his hand sends a surge of arousal through him, his breath hitching in his throat as he surrenders himself to his partner's dominance.

Zoro moans softly at the feeling of Sanji's hand around him, his desire for his partner intensifying with each stroke. As he continues to stimulate Sanji's perineum with each movement, the pressure from Sanji's grip only heightens the sensation of being inside him.

"That's it, Cook... Stroke me just like that," Zoro groans, his voice thick with lust. "You're such a good boy..."

Sanji's cheeks burn with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at Zoro's praise, his desire for his partner fueling his movements as he tightens his grip on Zoro's cock. Each stroke becomes more confident, more deliberate, as he drives Zoro closer to the edge of ecstasy. The sensation of Zoro's hardness in his hand sends electric waves of pleasure coursing through him, igniting a fire that threatens to consume them both.

Zoro's groan reverberates against Sanji's neck, a primal sound of desire that fuels the flames between them. Their bodies, slick with sweat, slide against each other in a sensual dance of passion, each movement sending sparks of arousal shooting through them. With a devilish grin, Zoro leans in to pinch one of Sanji's nipples, reveling in the moan that escapes his lips. It's a sensation he enjoys, one that drives him wild with desire.

"You want me to touch your cock too, huh?" Zoro teases, his voice thick with lust. "Ever since the bathroom, you've been craving my touch, haven't you, dirty cook?"

Sanji's response is immediate, his voice a breathless plea as he presses back against Zoro, yearning for more. "Yes... I want it," he confesses, his need driving him to seek Zoro's touch. "Please... touch me..."

Zoro smirks at Sanji's admission, his own arousal pulsing with anticipation. With a playful grin, he releases Sanji's nipple, his hand trailing down his chest and stomach until it reaches his throbbing erection, earning a cry of pleasure from the blond.

"Damn, you're so hard and wet," Zoro marvels, his desire evident in every word. "You want me to make you come, don't you?”

"Y-yes... I can't..."

"What if I want to make you wait a little longer?" Zoro teases, his voice laced with desire as he watches Sanji's desperate struggle for release.

"But... Zoro..." he protests, his voice a desperate whisper. "It's ... not fair..." he says, increasing his own strokes on Zoro's length, unconsciously.

Zoro sighs with pleasure at the change in pace, feeling Sanji's desperation through every stroke. He’s been torturing him for almost an hour now, touching places no one else has, driving him wild with new sensations and dirty talk. Zoro knows Sanji is on the edge, needing just a little push to climax.

"Be a good boy and make me come first. If you do, I'll reward you by sucking you."

Sanji's eyes widen. The promise of Zoro's mouth on him sends a surge of pleasure through his body, intensifying his desire. The heat of Zoro's body against his own drives him wild with need. With renewed determination, he strokes Zoro's cock more confidently, seeking to bring him to the brink of ecstasy.

"Lean over, get on all fours, and squeeze your thighs tight," Zoro commands.

Sanji obeys, his body trembling with anticipation. He positions himself as instructed, his movements fluid and sensual. The sensation of Zoro's hardness between his thighs sends shivers of pleasure through him. He tightens his grip, his strokes becoming more deliberate, focused on driving Zoro to the edge.

Zoro grins at the sight of Sanji's exposed ass, his desire intensifying. He takes a moment to appreciate the view before him, his hand trailing down Sanji's back and over his ass with a possessive touch.

"Fuck, Cook... you have such a nice ass," Zoro murmurs, his voice thick with lust as he positions himself behind Sanji.

Sanji's cheeks flush at Zoro's words, he is so embarrassed. He can feel Zoro's cock throbbing between his legs, teasing his perineum and balls. Zoro starts moving again back and forth between Sanji's thighs, the sensation driving both of them wild with need. Sanji tightens his grip on Zoro's cock, his strokes becoming faster and more urgent, eager to bring his partner to the brink.

With a low growl of desire, Zoro leans in closer, his breath hot against Sanji's ear as he continues his dirty talk. "That's it, Cook... Keep stroking me just like that... I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come all over your hand..."

Zoro grabs Sanji by the hips, his eyes lowering as he imagines being deep inside him, pounding into him and making him cry out his name. The fantasy fuels his desire, the thought of fucking Sanji driving him mad with lust. Fuck he wants that... He wants to fuck Sanji so bad... With a low groan, Zoro reaches his climax, his hot seed spilling over Sanji's hand. Sanji continues to stroke him through his release, milking him for every last drop of pleasure.

Zoro collapses onto Sanji's back, his body trembling from the intensity of his release. God, that was hot and good. He needs a minute to regain his senses, his breath hot against Sanji's shoulder blades. Sanji can feel the rapid rise and fall of Zoro's chest against his back and his hands grip Sanji's hips tightly, his fingers digging into the flesh as he rides out the last waves of his climax.

"Z-zoro... I beg you... please, Zoro..." cries the cook, his eyes are filled with tears, his cheeks ceimson. "I... I need... I need you to make me come, Zoro," he admits, his voice trembling with urgency. "Please, I'm begging you... it hurts ... "

A cocky smile spreads across Zoro's face. Even though he's still numb from his own climax, he wants to dominate until the end.

"Well... my good boy wants his reward?" he teases, licking Sanji's neck with a sultry flick of his tongue.

Sanji nods eagerly, on the verge of insanity. "Yes, damn it! I'm gonna die!”

Zoro shifts, positioning himself between Sanji's legs, his gaze locked on his partner's as he fulfills his promise. Slowly, he envelops Sanji's cock with his lips, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as he starts to suck with slow, deliberate motions. Sanji's head falls back against the pillow, a chorus of moans escaping his lips.

"Oh, God!" he cries out.

"So hard, Cook... you taste so damn good," Zoro murmurs, his smirk widening at the sight of Sanji's pleasure. With each stroke of his tongue, he pushes Sanji closer to the edge, his movements growing more fervent.

"Z-Zoro... ahhh... I'm gonna..."

With precision, Zoro delicately unfurls the foreskin, revealing the engorged tip beneath. A mischievous grin dances across his lips as he extends his tongue, teasing the now-exposed flesh, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through Sanji's body. Sanji's cry echoes through the room, his legs trembling uncontrollably as ecstasy consumes him. The sensation of Zoro's tongue on his hypersensitive tip is almost overwhelming, igniting a fiery storm of pleasure that threatens to consume him whole.

"Zorooooooooo, I can't..."

Zoro's smirk widens at Sanji's plea. Without hesitation, he takes Sanji's throbbing length into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head as he sucks with unwavering fervor. Sanji's cry of pleasure turns into a guttural moan as Zoro deep throats him, the sensation driving him wild with need. The pressure in his belly intensifies, pleasure building to a fever pitch. With a final, desperate cry, Sanji releases, his hot essence flooding Zoro's mouth in waves of bliss.

Zoro eagerly savors every drop, relishing the taste of his partner's release as he continues to suck with relentless passion. Sanji collapses onto the bed, spent and breathless, his body quivering with the aftershocks of his climax.

"Damn... big load here, Cook."

"Fuck... you... let me die in... peace... idiot..."

Zoro chuckles, a playful glint dancing in his eyes as he reclines, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Oh, come on, Cook. You were practically begging for it.”

Sanji rolls his eyes, his chest still heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "Shut up, Mosshead. I'm just... recovering from that mind-blowing orgasm you gave me."

Zoro grins, his satisfaction evident as he closes the distance between them, his face mere inches from Sanji's. "You're welcome."

Sanji's cheeks flush at Zoro's proximity, but he quickly regains his composure, shooting a playful glare at his partner. "Don't get too cocky, swordsman. One good blowjob doesn't make you a hero."

Zoro chuckles, his grin widening as he reclines on his back, arms crossed behind his head. "Ah, but some gay sex tricks, introducing you to new pleasures, discovering your submissive side—now that's heroic.”

Sanji raises an eyebrow at Zoro's bold statement, his playful glare softening into a curious expression. "Submissive, huh? I think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself there, Mosshead. Just because I enjoyed a little exploration doesn't mean I'm suddenly bowing down to your every command."

Zoro laughs, the sound rich and deep as he gazes at Sanji with a knowing glint in his eyes. "Zoro, I beg you, please, make me come!" he teases, mimicking Sanji's voice with exaggerated flair.

Sanji's cheeks flush at Zoro's playful imitation before he bursts in rage "I DON'T SOUND LIKE THAT! " he screams, throwing a pillow in Zoro's face.

Zoro laughs heartily as the pillow hits him square in the face, his laughter filling the room. "Alright, alright, I believe you, Cook!" he says between laughs, dodging another pillow thrown his way.

Sanji grumbles something incomprehensible under his breath. Zoro raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What did you say?"

"That you're nothing more than a seaweed, deserving to be tossed to the bottom of the ocean."

Zoro bursts into laughter at Sanji's retort, his amusement echoing through the room. "A seaweed, huh? Is that the best insult you've got, Cook?" he teases, his grin widening.

Sanji scowls, but there's a glimmer of amusement in his eyes despite his attempt to appear stern. "It's better than being a mosshead-brained swordsman," he retorts, referencing Zoro's signature green hair.

Zoro's laughter only intensifies at the playful banter between them, the tension of earlier moments giving way to a lighthearted exchange. "Touche, Cook. Touche," he says, still chuckling. "C'mon, let's take a bath. We smell sex miles away."

Sanji's scowl softens into a smirk at Zoro's suggestion. "Yeah, that might be a good idea," he agrees, pushing himself off the bed with a groan.

The soft padding of their feet on the wooden floor carries them to the bathroom of their room in the inn. Zoro turns on the faucet, letting the warm water fill the tub, while Sanji grabs the soap and shampoo.

"Mind if I join you?" Zoro asks, a playful glint in his eyes.

Sanji raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, considering the size of this tub, I think we'll have to get cozy," he quips, tossing a bar of soap to Zoro.

Zoro catches it with a grin. "Works for me, just sit between my legs" he says.

"Not this time. You, sit between my legs!"

"I'm larger than you cook! Let me pamper you!"

Sanji chuckles at Zoro's persistence, shaking his head as he relents. "Alright, you win this time," he concedes, sliding into the warm water between Zoro's legs.

Zoro grins triumphantly, wrapping his arms around Sanji's waist as he settles in behind him. "That's more like it," he says, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the nape of Sanji's neck.

Sanji sighs contentedly at the affectionate gesture, leaning back against Zoro's chest as he closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation of being held by his partner. The warm water soothes his tired muscles, and the embrace of Zoro's arms fills him with peace and contentment. Together in the tub, they create their own world, shielded from the outside chaos. In this moment, surrounded by warmth and love, Sanji feels truly at home.

"Zoro..."

"Mh-hmm?"

"I really missed you... Thank you for what you did. Facing me and doing your best to earn me back. I know I was hard with you, but you took your responsibilities and for that... I can only respect."

Zoro tightens his embrace around Sanji, his heart swelling with warmth at his partner's words. He presses a soft kiss to the top of Sanji's head, his voice filled with sincerity.

"I missed you too, Cook, I was really mad at me when Luffy told me the truth... I thought that I lost you with my stupidity."

Sanji's heart aches at the vulnerability in Zoro's voice, his own feelings of guilt and regret surfacing once more. He lifts his head to meet Zoro's gaze, his eyes soft with understanding.

"I'm sorry, Zoro," he says, his voice gentle yet earnest. "I never meant to make you feel like that. I was just... angry. Angry to not be listened, angry to be doubted."

Zoro nods, his expression reflecting his own understanding. "I get it, Cook. But don’t be Sorry. I’m the one to be sorry for not listening to you, for doubting you. I should've trusted you more."

Sanji reaches out, placing a hand on Zoro's cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "We both made mistakes, Zoro. But what's important is that we're here now, together."

Zoro leans into Sanji's touch, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, together, with you begging me for making you come." He teases, while he ruffles his partner’s blond hair.

Sanji's eyes narrow at Zoro's teasing remark, his competitive spirit flaring up as he splashes a handful of water in Zoro's face. "You wish, Mosshead! I'd never beg you for anything!"

Zoro sputters, wiping the water from his eyes with a playful scowl. "Oh, it's on now, Cook!" he declares, scooping up a handful of water and retaliating with a splash of his own.

The two engage in a playful water fight, laughter echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom as they splash and tease each other like children. The tension of earlier moments is washed away with each splash, replaced by complicity.

After their lively water fight, Sanji and Zoro finally decide to call it a night. With satisfied grins on their faces, they dry off and wrap themselves in towels before heading back to the bedroom.

As they settle into bed, the warmth of the blankets enveloping them, a comfortable silence descends between them. The events of the day weigh heavily on their minds, but so too does the sense of relief and contentment that comes with being together again.

Sanji gazes at the ceiling, lost in thought, while Zoro lies beside him, his eyes closed as he savors the quiet moment. The air is filled with a sense of peace, a stark contrast to the tension that had lingered between them earlier.

After a while, Sanji breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Zoro?"

"Hmm?" Zoro responds, his eyes still closed.

"I never spooned you, do you want me to?"

Zoro cracks one eye open, a playful glint dancing in its depths. "Isn’t it my romantic cook who’s back?”

Sanji chuckles softly at Zoro's playful remark, a warmth spreading through his chest. "Maybe I'm just feeling a little sentimental tonight," he admits, his tone affectionate.

Zoro opens both eyes now, turning to face Sanji with a soft smile. "In that case, I wouldn't say no to a little spooning session."

Sanji's smile widens at Zoro's response, his heart swelling with affection for his partner. He shifts closer, wrapping his arms around Zoro's waist as they settle into a comfortable spooning position. Zoro sighs contentedly, resting his head against Sanji's chest as they intertwine beneath the blankets. The warmth of their bodies melds together, creating a cocoon of intimacy that soothes their souls. In this moment, all their worries and troubles fade into the background, leaving only the quiet comfort of each other's presence.

As they drift off to sleep, the soft rhythm of their breathing fills the room, a gentle lullaby that carries them into the realm of dreams. In each other's arms, they find solace, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they will face them together.

A few hours passed when Sanji's eyes flutter open, heavy with the weight of sleep. The room is shrouded in darkness, the only illumination filtering through the curtains from the distant moon. At first, he's disoriented, his mind still lingering in the realm of dreams. But as consciousness gradually seeps in, he becomes aware of the warmth beside him, the rhythmic sound of Zoro's steady breathing.

He blinks away the remnants of sleep, his gaze settling on the figure lying next to him. Zoro's features are softened in slumber, his face relaxed and peaceful. A faint smile tugs at the corners of Sanji's lips as he takes in the sight, a warmth spreading through his chest at the simple beauty of the moment.

But then, as if a switch has been flipped, Sanji's mind springs into action, recalling the events of the night with startling clarity. The date, the playful banter, the laughter, the hot sex with Zoro's dominance... and the deal they had made.

You show me your tricks and I fuck you like crazy.

Zoro had certainly held up his end of the bargain, demonstrating all manner of impressive skills and tricks throughout the evening. But Sanji realizes with a sudden rush of arousal that he hasn't fulfilled his part of the deal yet. And the sight of Zoro lying there, vulnerable and peaceful in sleep, sends a surge of desire coursing through him. His heart quickens with anticipation as he considers his next move. With a mischievous grin, Sanji decides to take matters into his own hands.

He shifts closer to Zoro, his breath ghosting over the swordsman's ear as he murmurs softly, "Zoro... Wake up, swordsman."

Sanji's voice, barely above a whisper, floats through the quiet darkness of the room, gently nudging Zoro from his slumber. At first, there's no response, just the steady rise and fall of Zoro's chest as he continues to sleep peacefully. So Sanji begins to kiss Zoro gently on his neck.

"Zoro... Open your eyes... "

Sanji's lips brush feather-light against Zoro's neck, a trail of soft kisses awakening the swordsman from his slumber. At first, Zoro's response is subtle, a faint stirring as he registers the sensation against his skin. But as Sanji's kisses continue, growing bolder with each passing moment, Zoro's consciousness begins to emerge from the depths of sleep.

A soft sigh escapes Zoro's lips, his body responding instinctively to Sanji's touch. His eyelids flutter, the faintest hint of awareness flickering in his gaze as he struggles to fully awaken.

"Cook..." he murmurs, half asleep.

The sound of Zoro's voice, thick with sleep, makes Sanji smile. He puts his lips on Zoro’s and begins to kiss him languidly. Zoro's lips part slightly in response to Sanji's kiss, his mind still clouded with the remnants of sleep. He returns the kiss lazily, his movements slow and uncoordinated as he tries to make sense of the sensations washing over him.

As Sanji's lips continue to dance against his own, Zoro's confusion grows. He shifts slightly, his brow furrowing in a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. It's as if his body is responding on autopilot, instinctively returning the kiss even as his mind struggles to catch up.

"Cook...?" he murmurs, his voice muffled against Sanji's lips. His eyes flutter open, blinking blearily as he tries to focus on the figure before him.

Sanji's heart flutters at the sight of Zoro's drowsy gaze, his lips curling into a gentle smile as he meets his partner's eyes. He can see the confusion lingering there, the remnants of sleep still clouding Zoro's mind.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," Sanji murmurs, his voice soft and tender as he continues to kiss Zoro's lips. "Did I wake you?"

Zoro blinks a few times, his mind slowly piecing together the situation. "I... I think so," he replies, his voice still heavy with sleep. "What are you doing…?"

"Just doing my part of the deal..." He purrs.

Sanji's words send a shiver down Zoro's spine, his mind struggling to process the implications of what his partner is suggesting. Before he can muster a response, however, Sanji disappears under the sheets, leaving Zoro blinking in confusion.

"What...?" Zoro begins, his voice trailing off as he feels the sensation of Sanji's touch against his skin. His breath catches in his throat as he realizes what's happening, his body tensing with a mixture of shock and arousal.

Sanji's lips are warm and eager against his skin, trailing slow, deliberate kisses along the length of his body. Zoro's heart pounds in his chest, his mind reeling with the unexpected turn of events. He can feel the heat of Sanji's breath against his skin, the sensation sending waves of pleasure shooting through him.

"Curly what are you..." But before he can utter another word, Sanji's lips close around him, all coherent thought escapes him, replaced by a rush of overwhelming sensation. "Oh fuck..." he cries as his eyes close.

He must be dreaming, he is still asleep and he dreams that Sanji is sucking him, because the cook never does that...

Sanji's lack of experience with blowjobs is overshadowed by his enthusiasm and determination. His tongue explores Zoro's length in slow, tantalizing circles, eliciting moans of pleasure from the swordsman. With each passing moment, Sanji's confidence grows, and his movements become more intense.

Zoro's breath hitches as Sanji's lips tighten around him, drawing him deeper. Despite initial hesitation, Sanji's fervor soon intensifies, driving Zoro wild with desire.

"Cook... Fuck... hummm…" Zoro groans, lost in the pleasure of Sanji's touch.

Sanji's determination is unwavering as he continues, not content with just his mouth. With a slickened finger, he teases Zoro's entrance, eliciting a gasp. Slowly, he eases inside, feeling Zoro's eager response. His movements are purposeful, drawing out moans of pleasure.

As Sanji's confidence grows, he adds a second finger, causing Zoro to writhe with ecstasy. The combination of sensations overwhelms him, pleasure coursing through his body. Sanji's tongue and fingers work in perfect harmony, driving Zoro to the edge.

Finally, Sanji withdraws his fingers and rises from beneath the sheets, his face flushed with desire as he climbs up to Zoro's level. He offers him hot kisses.

"Are you awake now?" Sanji teases.

Zoro's lips curl into a dazed smile as he gazes up at Sanji, his senses still reeling from the intense pleasure of moments before. He returns Sanji's kisses eagerly, his body tingling with the lingering echoes of ecstasy.

"Yeah, I think I'm awake now," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "But if this is all just a dream, I don't want to wake up."

Sanji's lips curve into a playful smirk at Zoro's words, his gaze smoldering with desire as he continues to shower his partner with kisses. He revels in the taste of Zoro's lips, savoring the heat and urgency that ignites between them.

"It's not a dream, just me doing my part of the deal, you know."

With a gentle yet firm touch, Sanji guides Zoro's legs around him, drawing him closer until their bodies are pressed together in perfect alignment. Slowly, almost teasingly, Sanji begins to penetrate Zoro, his movements deliberate and calculated. He savors the sensation of Zoro's tightness enveloping him, the heat and friction making him groan.

"Ohhh damn... Sanji..." Cries Zoro as Sanji fills him completely.

He leans in close, capturing Zoro's lips in a hungry kiss as he starts to move inside him.

"It's so hot inside you Zoro..."

Zoro's breath hitches at Sanji's words, his body responding eagerly to the sensation of his partner filling him completely. "Damn, Cook... feels so good," he groans, his voice thick with desire.

Sanji's movements grow more urgent, more desperate as he forgets himself between his lover’s legs. He tangles his fingers with Zoro’s and moves his hips in a languid rhythm.

"Zoro..." He whispers with pleasure before licking Zoro’s Adam’s apple. "Moans for me, my love..."

So romantic. Sanji is too cute. That's what Zoro thinks when he hears this nickname.

Zoro's heart swells at the tenderness in Sanji's voice, his body responding eagerly to his lover's touch. He tightens his grip on Sanji's hand, his own movements mirroring the rhythm of their passion. With each thrust, Zoro feels himself slipping deeper into the intoxicating haze of pleasure, lost in the sensation of Sanji's body moving against his own. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his voice filled with raw desire as he succumbs to the overwhelming sensation.

"Such a nice voice you have, Zoro..."

Sanji's words send a shiver down Zoro's spine, his desire burning hotter than ever as he surrenders himself completely to the pleasure of the moment. With each thrust, Sanji drives deeper into him, his cock finally finding Zoro's prostate with unerring precision. Zoro arches his back, his fingers digging into the skin of Sanji's hands as pleasure consumes him entirely.

"Cook... Oh fuck..." he cries, his voice filled with ecstasy as he surrenders himself to the overwhelming sensation.

"There?" Sanji asks as he taps against the sweet spot again.

Sanji's question is met with an even louder moan from Zoro as he feels the intense pleasure coursing through his body. "Yes, there!" he pleads.

Sanji grins, his movements becoming more deliberate as he continues to target Zoro's prostate with precision. Each tap against the sensitive spot sends shockwaves of pleasure shooting through Zoro, his body trembling with ecstasy.

"Fuck, yes!" Zoro cries, his voice filled with unrestrained passion as Sanji's relentless assault drives him closer and closer to the edge. He can feel the pressure building in his belly, the pleasure threatening to consume him entirely.

"So hot... you're so hot Zoro..." Whisper Sanji before moaning deeply as Zoro’s walls have just squeezed his cock. "You’re about to come, aren’t you?"

Zoro nods frantically, his body writhing with ecstasy as he feels the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. "Yes, yes... I'm gonna come," he gasps, his voice thick with desire. "I'm so close..."

Sanji crushes his lips on Zoro's, devouring his soul, his own arousal reaching its peak as he feels the pulsing heat of his partner's release drawing near.

He decides to lean on his powerful legs and uses them to torment his swordsman with devastating and intense hip blows. Zoro’s eyes open wide, overwhelmed by what is happening to him, as Sanji is ruining him. He can’t even swallow, he can barely breathe, and doesn’t even realize he’s screaming a pleasure he’s never felt in the room.

How is it possible to give such hip blows. He can’t take it, he's going to die...

"What's going on, Zoro? Can't think straight? Teases Sanji, not slowing down.

Unable to form coherent thoughts, Zoro can only gasp and moan in response to Sanji's relentless onslaught. Sanji's movements grow more intense, he shows no mercy. With one final, desperate cry, Zoro reaches his climax, his body convulsing with pleasure as he spills himself over Sanji's belly. Sanji's own release follows shortly after, his body trembling with the intensity of his climax as he spills himself inside Zoro.

The pleasure is so intense, so all-consuming, that for a few fleeting moments, Zoro's consciousness slips away. His mind goes blank as waves of ecstasy wash over him, leaving him adrift in a sea of sensation.

When he finally comes to, he lies in the bed, completely sweaty and messy and he tries to catch his breath. His mind is so numb that he can barely feel Sanji collapsed on him. The room is filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, the air heavy with the lingering heat of their lovemaking.

Sanji's voice, soft and tender, breaks through the haze of Zoro's consciousness. "Hey there, Mosshead," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to Zoro's lips. "You okay?"

Zoro blinks groggily, his mind still fuzzy from the intensity of their encounter. But as he looks into Sanji's eyes, he knows one thing for certain—he's never felt more alive.

"Did you fucking use your legs?"

"Yeah." Answers Sanji with a playful smile.

"Holy shit..." he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggles to comprehend the sheer magnitude of Sanji's feat. "You... used your legs... to...?"

Sanji nods, a playful glint in his eyes as he meets Zoro's gaze. "Yep, that's right. I figured it was time to show you a few new tricks of my own."

Zoro's mind races as he tries to process the implications of what Sanji has just revealed.

"You almost killed me!" he finally manages to say, his voice filled with awe and admiration.

Sanji grins, his eyes sparkling with pride. "Not killed... but you did pass out."

"I did not!" Zoro defends himself, not wanting to believe such a phenomenon.

"You totally did." Confirms Sanji with a way too proud look on his face.

Zoro's eyes widen in disbelief at Sanji's words, his mind struggling to reconcile the idea of him passing out with the reality of what had just happened.

"I... I passed out?" he repeats, his voice full of shame.

Sanji nods, "Yep. You passed out. Just for a few seconds, though. But still. So, call me fourth place one more time, and I make sure to call you Mr Passed-out loud enough so everyone can hear."

Zoro's cheeks turn crimson at Sanji's word, his pride taking a bombshell at the reminder of his momentary loss of consciousness.

"No, no, no! I give you my word, no more fourth place jokes!" Zoro says with panic in his voice as he grabs Sanji against him.

Sanji chuckles at Zoro's panicked response, He wraps his arms around Zoro, holding him close as he lies on his chest. He closes his eyes and feels the steady rhythm of Zoro's heartbeat beneath his ear, Sanji's mind drifts to a place of contentment and peace. In this moment, there are no battles to fight, no enemies to face, just the two of them together, cocooned in the warmth of their love.

He savors the feeling of Zoro's arms around him, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. It's a simple yet profound connection, one that transcends words or actions.

Zoro's fingers gently thread through Sanji's hair, tracing soothing patterns against his scalp. He feels the tension melt away from Sanji's body as he continues the gentle caress, his touch a silent promise of comfort and reassurance.

Sanji's breathing gradually slows, his body relaxing against Zoro's, as the sensation of Zoro's fingers in his hair lulls him into a state of tranquility. As the minutes pass, Zoro watches over Sanji, his own heart filled with a sense of peace and contentment. In the quiet darkness of the room, surrounded by the soft sounds of their breathing, he knows that there is nowhere else he'd rather be.

With a final gentle stroke of Sanji's hair, Zoro closes his eyes, allowing himself to drift into the peaceful embrace of sleep, knowing that he is exactly where he belongs.

But deep down, he hopes that Sanji will wake him up again.

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The morning sun casts a warm, golden glow over the Thousand Sunny as it cuts through the calm waters, the gentle sway of the ship a comforting rhythm. The crew bustles about the deck, each member tending to their duties with the ease of routine and camaraderie.

Zoro and Sanji have rejoined the crew that morning, both wearing matching expressions of contentment and satisfaction. They made love a third time before leaving the inn, savoring every moment. They took their time, exploring each other's bodies with tender caresses, sharing deep kisses, and just being sweet to each other.

Now, as they stand side by side on the deck, the tranquil sea stretches out before them, its gentle waves mirroring the serenity in their hearts. The soft morning light bathes the ship in a golden glow, casting a peaceful ambiance over the crew as they go about their duties. Zoro and Sanji share a quiet moment, their shoulders brushing lightly, a silent reminder of the intimacy they experienced just hours before. Their thoughts drift back to the warmth of their shared night, the way their bodies had moved together in perfect harmony. The memory of Sanji’s soft kisses lingers on Zoro’s lips, while Sanji recalls the strength and tenderness in Zoro’s touch.

Luffy, perched on the figurehead, gazes out at the horizon with his trademark enthusiasm. "It's a perfect day for sailing!" he declares, his voice carrying across the deck.

Nami, consulting her maps and charts, nods in agreement. "The weather is on our side, and the sea is calm. We should make good progress today."

As the ship sails smoothly through the azure waters, Sanji feels a deep sense of gratitude for the calm and the company. He turns his gaze back to the horizon, the sun's rays shimmering on the surface of the sea.

"It's a good day," he murmurs, more to himself than to anyone else. Zoro is catching the quiet note in Sanji's voice, nods in agreement.

As Zoro stands on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, enjoying the view of the sea, he feels a familiar weight tugging at his thoughts. His gaze shifts to his swords, resting against his hips. One sword, in particular, calls to him—Enma. The legendary blade he took from Wano, known for its immense power and equally immense challenge to wield. Feeling the pull of Enma's presence, Zoro reaches for the hilt, his fingers brushing against the cool metal. He feels the blade's energy resist him, a reminder of its rejection. The memory of the fleet incident, where he had faltered, still lingers in his mind. The sword remains unconvinced of his worthiness.

With a determined glint in his eye, Zoro knows what he must do. He turns to Sanji, who is still gazing out at the horizon, and says, "I'm heading to the crow's nest. Need to train."

Sanji, understanding the weight of Zoro's words, gives a supportive nod. "Don't miss lunch, Mosshead."

Zoro smirks, "Worry about yourself, Cook."

Zoro makes his way to the crow's nest, climbing the rigging with practiced ease. Once he reaches the top, he takes a moment to survey the open sea, drawing in a deep breath of salty air. The vastness of the ocean and the endless horizon remind him of the challenges ahead and the strength he must muster.

He unsheathes Enma, feeling the blade's reluctance as he grips it. The sword's aura pulses, almost testing him. Zoro tightens his grip, his resolve unwavering. He starts his training, each movement calculated and precise, focusing on controlling Enma's immense power.

As Zoro swings Enma, he feels the immense resistance, the weight of the sword pushing back with each movement. Sweat beads on his forehead as he channels his strength, his breath steady and controlled. The sword seems to consume his armament haki effortlessly, leaving him momentarily unguarded. He takes a deep breath, striving to calm his racing heart and steady his mind. Zoro focuses on his breathing, letting his will dictate the rhythm of his movements. Slowly, he feels his Conqueror's Haki stirring within him—a force of pure will and determination. He senses Enma responding to this newfound energy, its resistance lessening as if acknowledging his resolve.

With each swing, the struggle intensifies—a battle of wills between the swordsman and the legendary blade. Zoro's Conqueror's Haki clashes with Enma's aura, creating a tangible tension in the air. The crow's nest vibrates with the raw energy of their duel.

"Come on," Zoro mutters through gritted teeth, his voice filled with determination. "I won't be defeated by you."

Minutes stretch into what feels like hours as Zoro continues his training, each swing bringing him closer to mastering the blade. His muscles ache, his breath comes in ragged gasps, but his resolve remains unshaken. He knows this battle is not just about physical strength but about proving his worth to Enma through sheer force of will.

Yet, despite his relentless determination, Enma seems to have other plans. The blade's aura pulses with a life of its own, pushing back against Zoro's efforts. Finally, with one last, desperate swing, Zoro feels his grip falter. His arm trembles, and Enma slips from his grasp, embedding itself in the wooden floor of the crow's nest with a resounding thud. Zoro collapses to his knees, his body shaking with exhaustion. His chest heaves as he gulps in air, his vision swimming from the sheer effort.

"Damn it," he mutters, his voice barely a whisper. Enma has won this round, and Zoro knows he has pushed himself as far as he can for now.

As he kneels there, catching his breath, a memory surfaces in his mind. Sanji, ever the persistent caretaker, had warned him not to miss lunch.

Zoro slowly rises to his feet, every muscle protesting the movement. He retrieves Enma, sheathing the blade with a determined look. "Next time," he promises, more to himself than to the sword.

Descending the rigging with careful, measured movements, Zoro makes his way back to the deck. His body feels numb, every step a reminder of the intense training session he has just endured. The smell of food wafts through the air, and his stomach growls in response, reminding him of his hunger.

Sanji stands by the galley, his eyes narrowing as he spots Zoro approaching. "About time, Mosshead. Thought you'd skip lunch and pass out up there. I had a hard time saving your share from Luffy."

Zoro manages a tired grin, shaking his head. "Wouldn't miss your cooking, Curly."

Sanji huffs, crossing his arms. "Sit down before you collapse. You look like hell."

Zoro does as he's told, dropping into a chair at the big table in the galley. Sanji sets a plate of food in front of him, the aroma making Zoro's mouth water. He digs in without hesitation, savoring each bite. As he eats, he feels the exhaustion begin to fade, replaced by a sense of renewed determination. Mastering Enma will be a long and arduous journey, but with each failure, he grows stronger and more resolute.

Sanji watches him eat with a concerned look. "You okay?"

Zoro nods between mouthfuls, appreciating the concern in Sanji's voice, even if he doesn't express it outright. "Yeah, just exhausted," he admits, still a bit breathless. "Enma's a tough one to tame."

Sanji raises an eyebrow, surprised. "She's still giving you trouble?"

Zoro nods, setting down his utensils for a moment. "Yeah, she's still not too keen on me," he admits, frustration evident in his voice. "I thought I was making progress, but she's still holding a grudge from the whole fleet incident."

A lump forms in Sanji's throat, guilt washing over him. He knows he was right to protect Zoro that day, or else Zoro might have died. That heroic act started Enma's rejection of Zoro and created a rift between them. Now that they were together again, Sanji feels bad for Zoro’s struggles with Enma.

"I believe in you, stupid swordsman. Soon she'll understand you're worthier than a million men," Sanji says, trying to maintain his composure.

Zoro offers Sanji a reassuring smile, grateful for his words of encouragement. "Thanks, Cook. I'll keep at it until I prove her wrong."

Sanji returns the smile, though there's a hint of sadness in his eyes. He knows how much the rejection from Enma weighs on Zoro, and he wishes there was more he could do to ease his partner's burden. With a final nod of determination, Zoro gathers his resolve and heads back to the deck, ready to resume his training. As he disappears from view, Sanji can't help but feel a pang of worry in his chest. He knows Zoro will push himself to the limit to master Enma, but he also knows the toll it takes on him.

Days turn into weeks, and still, Zoro's relentless training persists. From the first light of dawn to the deep reaches of the night, he's a constant silhouette against the ever-changing sky, perched in the crow's nest. His regimen is unforgiving, a ceaseless loop of weight lifting, meditation, and armament haki training. Each day, he pushes himself to the brink, determined to prove himself worthy of the legendary swords in his possession.

Yet, despite his unwavering dedication, Enma remains elusive, her power slipping through Zoro's grasp like smoke in the wind. There's a missing piece to the puzzle, something crucial that he can't seem to grasp.

Nights meld into days as Zoro loses himself in his training, his focus unyielding even as exhaustion threatens to overtake him. More often than not, he finds himself sleeping in the crow's nest, the gentle sway of the ship and the rhythmic melody of the sea lulling him into a fitful rest. There are moments when he pushes himself too far, when the strain of his efforts leaves him battered and bruised, his body crying out for respite. Yet, he persists, driven by a determination that borders on obsession.

Still, despite his tireless exertions, Enma remains obstinate. She rejects him time and again, her power remaining beyond his reach, no matter how desperately he tries to bend her to his will.

As the days drag on, Zoro's training regimen becomes increasingly punishing. He pushes himself to the limits of his endurance, his muscles screaming in protest with each repetition, each swing of his swords. Weight lifting becomes a daily ordeal, the clash of metal against metal resounding across the deck as Zoro strains to lift heavier and heavier loads. His muscles strain against the burden, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fights to surpass his own limitations.

Meditation offers a brief respite, a fleeting moment of calm amidst the storm of his efforts. Yet even in these moments of tranquility, his mind is consumed by thoughts of Enma, of the power that eludes him. Armament haki training tests his resolve like never before, forcing him to confront the depths of his own strength and willpower. He pours himself into every strike, every movement, in a desperate bid to unlock the secrets of the legendary blade.

Throughout it all, the rest of the crew watches with growing concern. They see the toll that Zoro's training is taking on him, the weariness etched into his features, the stiffness in his movements.

Sanji's concern for Zoro weighs heavily on his heart as he watches his lover immerse himself in his grueling training. They had both agreed that their dreams came before their relationship, but seeing Zoro struggle with Enma tugs at Sanji's emotions in unexpected ways.

Despite the agreement, Sanji finds himself yearning for the moments they used to share – stolen glances, whispered confessions, and tender embraces. He misses the warmth of Zoro's presence, the sound of his voice, and the touch of his hand. But he knows that Zoro's quest for mastery is paramount, and he resolves to support him in any way he can.

Sanji's acts of kindness towards Zoro are subtle yet profound. He brings him food in the crow's nest, carefully prepared with love and consideration. Each meal is a testament to his unwavering devotion, a silent reminder that he is there for Zoro, even in the midst of his solitary struggles. Sanji's gestures may seem small, but they speak volumes about the depth of his feelings for Zoro.

Even in the depths of his own despair, Sanji remains steadfast in his commitment to Zoro's well-being. When nightmares plague his sleep, he faces them alone, unwilling to disturb Zoro's focus. He battles his inner demons in silence, finding solace in the knowledge that Zoro is pursuing his dreams with the same determination and resolve.

Despite the challenges they face, Sanji remains hopeful that Zoro will overcome his struggles and emerge stronger than ever. He believes in Zoro's ability to conquer Enma and unlock its true potential.

Zoro's relentless training persists without pause, causing ripples of concern to spread through the crew like the ever-present waves against the hull of the Thousand Sunny. Initially, the crew members exchange worried glances and hushed conversations, unsure of how to address the growing problem. But as Zoro's condition deteriorates, the urgency of the situation becomes undeniable, prompting Nami to take action.

One day, Nami storms into the kitchen, her expression determined and her words filled with urgency.

"Sanji-kun! Talk to your boyfriend! Because one day, one of us will find him dead on the ground of the crow's nest!"

Sanji can't help but blushes when he hears 'boyfriend', however, he offers a smile to her. "Don't worry Nami-san, this stupid Mosshead knows what he's doing."

Usopp, seated at the table, raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Is he?"

Sanji's smile wavers slightly, a flicker of doubt clouding his expression. He knows firsthand the depth of Zoro's resolve, but he also recognizes the dangers of pushing oneself too far.

"He's knows what he is doing," Sanji replies carefully, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "He's determined to master Enma, and he won't rest until he does."

Nami shakes her head, her concern unwavering. "I get that, Sanji, but there's a fine line between determination and self-destruction. We can't ignore the signs of strain he's showing."

Sanji's jaw clenches at her words, torn between his loyalty to Zoro and his duty to protect his nakama. He turns to Luffy, seeking his captain's insight, who has been listening quietly as he eats his snack.

"Luffy, what do you think?" he asks, hoping for a glimmer of guidance amidst the uncertainty.

Luffy pauses, his snack halfway to his mouth, as he contemplates the gravity of the situation. His typically carefree expression transforms into one of solemn determination, a rare glimpse of maturity in the captain's demeanor.

"Guys, trust Zoro. Sanji's right, he knows what he's doing," Luffy asserts, his voice steady and resolute as he addresses the crew.

Jimbe interjects with a note of concern, drawing attention to the immense haki Zoro has been exerting. "But have you felt the extent of the haki he's been using? Even the Conqueror's..." Jimbe trails off, his worry palpable.

Luffy's grin widens, his confidence unshaken. "That's a good sign!" he insists, his optimism unwavering.

Chopper, however, struggles to share in Luffy's optimism. His small voice trembles with worry as he voices his concerns.

"Luffy... I'm really worried. I know I'm prone to fretting, especially when it comes to you two, but this time feels different. I'm really, really worried about him..." Chopper admits, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Luffy's expression softens at Chopper's heartfelt confession, a silent understanding passing between them. With a tender gesture, he reaches out to gently ruffle the reindeer's fur, offering comfort and reassurance.

"It's okay to be worried, Chopper," Luffy reassures him, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. "Zoro's tough, but I'll talk to him. He'll be okay."

Chopper sniffles, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he wipes away a tear with the back of his hoof. "Thanks, Luffy. I just want him to be okay."

Luffy nods, his resolve firm as he turns his attention to finding Zoro. With Chopper's words echoing in his mind, he sets off in search of his friend, determined to offer him the support and reassurance he needs. The captain climbs the crow's nest, whistling. Luffy's grin fades as he enters the crow's nest, concern etched into his features as he beholds Zoro's state. His friend lies sprawled on the ground, his breaths ragged and rapid, the exertion evident in the sheen of sweat coating his body and the trembling of his right arm where it rests beside him. The sight of the famous sword lying next to Zoro only adds to Luffy's worry.

Without hesitation, Luffy fetches a towel and a bottle of water, soaking the towel until it drips before settling beside Zoro. Gently, he cradles Zoro's head in his lap, the cool cloth pressed against his friend's feverish forehead offering some relief.

"Cap... Captain... I think I have a problem..." Zoro confesses between labored breaths.

Luffy's expression softens with empathy as he looks down at his struggling friend. "I can see that," he acknowledges gently.

Luffy's gentle touch with the wet towel offers a moment of respite for Zoro, the cool sensation soothing against his fevered skin.

"What's going on, Zoro?" Luffy's voice is soft but filled with genuine concern. "Why are you pushing yourself so hard?"

Zoro inhales deeply, his chest rising and falling with the effort. "It's Enma," he admits, his voice strained. "I can't... I can't tame her. No matter how hard I try, she won't submit to me."

Luffy's brow furrows in concern as he listens to Zoro's words. He understands the importance of Zoro mastering Enma, but he also knows that pushing himself to the brink won't solve anything.

"I don't understand. You've fought with her before. What could have changed?"

"She judges me unworthy ever since the fleet incident with the cook. Because he protected me, she thinks I'm weak."

"But you already know how to handle stronger enemies! We won the fleet battle in the end, and you emerged victorious in all your fights. So why would she think you're weak?" Luffy's confusion is evident as he renews the towel with cold water, offering Zoro another soothing touch.

Zoro winces at Luffy's question, his mind racing as he struggles to find an answer. "I don't know, Luffy," he admits, frustration evident in his voice. "Maybe she sees something in me that I don't. Maybe she thinks I'm not strong enough to wield her power."

Luffy's expression softens as he hears the uncertainty in Zoro's voice. He knows how important it is for Zoro to master Enma, not just for his own strength, but for the sake of the crew as well.

"Zoro, you're one of the strongest people I know," Luffy says earnestly, his voice filled with conviction. "You've faced countless enemies and come out on top every time. Enma doesn't know what she's talking about."

"Luffy, I don't think-"

"I don't care what you think. Enma's wrong about you," Luffy interrupts, his voice firm and unwavering.

Zoro blinks in surprise at Luffy's outburst, his mind reeling at the captain's unwavering support. For a moment, he's taken aback by the forcefulness of Luffy's words, but then a sense of gratitude washes over him.

"Luffy..." Zoro begins, his voice soft with emotion.

But before he can continue, Luffy interrupts him again, his expression resolute.

"No, Zoro, listen to me," Luffy insists. "You're not weak, and you're definitely not unworthy. You've proven yourself time and time again, and I trust you with my life. Enma needs to recognize that."

Zoro's gaze flickers up to meet Luffy's, his eyes shining with gratitude and determination. He closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the cool touch of the wet towel on his face, feeling the warmth of Luffy's presence beside him.

"Is Curly-brow okay? I haven't checked on him lately to see if he's been having nightmares or not..." Zoro's concern for Sanji is evident in his voice.

When they're alone, Zoro allows himself to show a little vulnerability, trusting in Luffy's understanding. Luffy's grin softens into a warm smile as he feels Zoro's head resting on his legs, a sense of trust settling between them.

"Don't worry about Sanji, he's doing just fine," Luffy reassures Zoro, his voice gentle. "Actually, he's the one worried about his soulmate, shishishi!"

"Sometimes, I wonder where do you learn these words..."

Zoro chuckles softly, his mind momentarily distracted from his worries as he focuses on Luffy's innocence. The rubber man answers him with a deep smile "Well, you see, Zoro, I pick up a thing or two from listening to you and the others. Plus, spending time with Sanji and Robin, sometimes, tends to expand my vocabulary, whether I like it or not."

"Jeez... if you spend time with this pervert, your vocabulary must be fool of dirty words..." Sigh Zoro.

"Sanji isn't the worst with words! Franky is! The other day he asks Sanji something about you two. I was laughing but Sanji was so mad, shishishishi." Luffy adds, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Zoro's eyes widen in disbelief at Luffy's revelation, a mixture of shock and embarrassment crossing his features. "He did what?!" Zoro blurts out, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the thought of such a conversation taking place.

Luffy's grin widens at Zoro's reaction, clearly enjoying the opportunity to share some gossip. "Yeah, he asked if the crow's nest needed some 'bondage tools,' whatever that means. Sanji turned as red as a tomato and kicked him out before I could even ask what it was!" Luffy explains with a chuckle, continuing to soak the towel to keep Zoro cool and comfortable.

Zoro shakes his head in disbelief, a mixture of amusement and exasperation evident in his expression. "I swear, that guy has no filter," he mutters, running a hand through his wet hair.

"You know, I can tell when you two had sex. The next day, Sanji sings and acts like an idiot while making breakfast and you are less boring." Smiles Luffy, adjusting his legs to give a better position for Zoro's head.

"Is it that obvious?" he asks, a teasing glint in his eyes. Luffy nods enthusiastically, his grin widening. Zoro laughs, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders at Luffy's lightheartedness. "Got it, Captain," he says with a mock salute, grateful for the bond he shares with his captain and crewmates.

Luffy's laughter fills the air, a comforting sound that momentarily eases the tension in the crow's nest. However, Zoro remains still, the cool sensation of the wet towel providing some relief, yet unable to alleviate the numbness in his right arm. As the laughter fades, Luffy's expression shifts from amusement to concern, his worry evident in the furrow of his brow.

"Hey, Zoro, what's wrong?" Luffy's voice is tinged with genuine concern as he notices Zoro's hesitation to move.

Zoro grimaces, attempting to flex his right arm but met with resistance. "I think... Enma drained too much haki," he admits, his voice strained with discomfort. "It just needs some time to recover, Captain. Don't worry."

Luffy's expression softens with understanding as he absorbs Zoro's explanation. He knows all too well the toll that wielding powerful haki can take on the body, having experienced it himself. Yet, he admires Zoro's resilience in the face of such challenges.

"Alright, Zoro," Luffy's tone is gentle yet firm, conveying his support. "And remember, you're stronger than whatever doubts that stupid sword tries to throw at you."

Zoro meets Luffy's gaze, a glimmer of gratitude shining in his eyes at the captain's unwavering encouragement.

"Thanks, Luffy," he murmurs, a small but genuine smile playing on his lips.

With a nod of determination, Zoro settles back, feeling a renewed sense of resolve coursing through him. He knows that mastering Enma will be a demanding journey, but with Luffy's steadfast support, he feels ready to confront whatever challenges lie ahead.

As days pass, Zoro continues his grueling training regimen in the crow's nest, yet despite his unwavering dedication, progress with Enma remains elusive. Each day follows a similar routine: from the crack of dawn to the quiet hours of the night, Zoro pushes himself to the limit, determined to unlock the sword's secrets.

The sun rises and sets, casting its warm glow over the Thousand Sunny as it sails across the vast expanse of the sea. The crew members go about their tasks, their concern for Zoro growing with each passing day. They exchange worried glances and whispered conversations, unsure of how to help their friend.

In the crow's nest, Zoro's frustration mounts as he struggles to wield Enma's power. Sweat beads on his brow, his muscles ache from the exertion, yet still, the sword remains unyielding in his grasp. He swings and strikes, channeling his haki with precision and focus, but each attempt falls short of the mastery he seeks.

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the Thousand Sunny, Zoro wraps up another grueling day of training. Despite his relentless efforts, Enma remains unyielding, but the conversation with Luffy has given him a small but significant boost of resolve.

Realizing how worried the crew is, and feeling a deep sense of responsibility towards them, Zoro decides to take a break from the crow's nest and sleep in the boys' quarters for the first time in weeks. He descends from the crow's nest, his body aching but his spirit slightly lifted.

Entering the boys' quarters, Zoro pauses as his eyes adjust to the dim light. The room is quiet, filled with the soft sounds of his crewmates' breathing. His gaze falls on Sanji, who is curled up in his bunk, his face serene in sleep. The sight tugs at Zoro's heart, a mix of affection and guilt washing over him. He knows how much Sanji has worried about him, and he realizes how much he has missed their closeness.

Moving quietly, Zoro approaches Sanji's bunk. Careful not to disturb him, Zoro climbs in, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He lies down gently against Sanji, feeling the warmth of his body against his own. Sanji stirs slightly, but his breathing remains steady, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he subconsciously shifts closer to Zoro. Zoro wraps an arm around Sanji, pulling him into a tender embrace. The familiarity of the moment, the simple comfort of being close to his lover, soothes Zoro's weary mind. He presses a soft kiss to Sanji's temple, whispering a quiet promise to himself and to Enma.

"I'll figure it out," he murmurs, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. "I won't let this sword define me."

Sanji moves slightly at the sound of Zoro's voice, a sense of comfort washing over him at the familiar presence beside him. Slowly, he peels open his eyes, adjusting to the soft moonlight filtering through the room. As he turns his head, his heart skips a beat at the sight of Zoro lying next to him.

"Zoro?" Sanji whispers, his voice still heavy with sleep. "What's going on?"

Zoro tightens his hold on Sanji, a guilty look on his face. "I didn’t mean to wake you, Curly. Sorry, I haven’t been very present lately..."

Sanji blinks a few times, his sleep-fogged mind slowly processing Zoro's words. He reaches up, his fingers pinching Zoro's cheek.

"Zoro, you idiot," Sanji murmurs, his voice still husky from sleep but filled with affection. "You don't have to apologize. You do what you have to do to fulfill your dream!"

Zoro's guilty look softens as he gazes at Sanji, the weight of his exhaustion evident in his eyes. He buries his hand in the blonde curls. "I've been pushing myself so hard," he admits quietly. "I wanted to prove myself to Enma, but... I think I might... I don't understand something..."

"Zoro, your dream is important, and we all believe in you," Sanji says softly. "But sometimes, pushing too hard can blind you to what you need to learn. Maybe Enma is trying to teach you something that strength alone can't achieve."

Zoro nods slowly, absorbing Sanji's words. With their proximity in the small bunk, every word carries an added weight, each touch a reassurance of their bond.

"Like what?" he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper.

Sanji hesitates for a moment, his fingers still gently caressing Zoro's cheek. He takes a deep breath, gathering his courage, knowing that what he is about to say carries significant weight.

"Zoro, I've been thinking about this a lot lately," Sanji begins, his voice trembling slightly with apprehension. "And it's been scaring me, because... I don't want you to take it the wrong way. But maybe... maybe Enma is trying to teach you something that goes beyond just strength."

Zoro's eyes narrow slightly, his focus sharpening. "What do you mean?" he asks, his voice quiet but intense.

Sanji swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "What if... What if Enma might is trying to show you that relationships, the bonds we form with others, are crucial to our growth. Friendships, love... they're not just distractions or obstacles. They're there to teach us things, to help us grow stronger in ways we can't achieve on our own."

Zoro's brow furrows, a mixture of confusion and contemplation in his eyes. "Are you saying...?"

Sanji takes another deep breath, his hand shaking slightly on Zoro's cheek. "Maybe you still see our relationship as a brake on your quest to become the strongest swordsman," he says, his voice trembling with vulnerability.

Zoro listens intently to Sanji's words, his mind processing the weight of what he's hearing. His heart clenches with the realization that Sanji is speaking from a place of deep concern and honesty.

"Look at Luffy," Sanji continues, "He says that without us he can't be the Pirate King. Where were you today without us... ? Chopper took care of your wounds so many times, Luffy permitted you to be on Grand Line and face strong peoples and I am your rival before I am your lover, I represent your minimum standard. If I become stronger then you must be stronger too. But maybe... our relationship is still an obstacle... for you..."

Sanji broke away from Zoro, retreating one toward the edge of the bunk to leave space for Zoro. He knows that what he just said is very hard to expect and he is afraid of Zoro’s reaction.

Afraid he’ll part with him for good this time.

Zoro listens in silence as Sanji speaks, each word hitting him with the force of a revelation. He feels a pang of guilt as he realizes the truth in Sanji's words, the weight of his absence from the crew's support and his reliance on their strength weighing heavily on his conscience. Sanji's retreat from him leaves Zoro feeling a sense of emptiness, the space between them a tangible reminder of the distance that has grown between them. He knows that Sanji is afraid, afraid of what his words might mean for their relationship, for their future together. To see him scared like that, ready to face another break up, it's heartbreaking.

Zoro's heart clenches at the sight of Sanji's vulnerability, his own guilt weighing heavily on him. With a deep breath, Zoro reaches out, gently placing his hand on Sanji's hip.

"C'mere, Cook..." Zoro encourages, his voice a soft whisper, filled with genuine affection.

Sanji's eyes widen slightly at Zoro's invitation, surprised by the tenderness in his voice. He hesitates for a moment, uncertainty flickering in his gaze, but ultimately, he yields to Zoro's touch, moving closer until their bodies are pressed together in the confined space of the bunk. Zoro wraps his arms around Sanji, pulling him close, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other. The warmth of their proximity soothes the ache in both their hearts, offering a moment of solace amidst the turmoil of their emotions.

"It's true that I struggle to understand what you're saying, but..." Zoro starts softly as he buries his nose in Sanji’s blonde hair. "I swear to you that I'll think about it."

Tears appear in the corners of Sanji's eyes as he realizes that Zoro isn't pushing him away. His grip on Zoro’s shirt tightens. Feeling Zoro's warmth enveloping him, Sanji finds himself melting into the embrace, his body relaxing against Zoro's strong frame. The scent of Zoro's mixed with the saltiness of the sea fills his senses, grounding him in the present moment.

"Thank you, Zoro," Sanji whispers, his voice barely above a breath.

"I promised to listen to you, Cook."

Their embrace lingers, the air thick with unspoken emotions as they cling to each other in the dimly lit bunk. For a moment, time seems to stand still, and all that matters is the connection they share.

Eventually, Zoro releases a slow exhale, his breath warm against Sanji's hair. "Sanji... I'm so exhausted..." he admits while he moves his head in the cook’s neck, his hands clutching his t-shirt in his back.

Sanji's heart clenches at the vulnerability in Zoro's voice, the weight of his exhaustion evident in every word. Gently, he runs his fingers through Zoro's hair, soothing him with a tender touch.

"Rest, my love," Sanji murmurs, his voice soft and comforting.

"I'm starting to like this nickname..."

Sanji can't help but smile at Zoro's mumbled response, a warmth spreading through his chest at the endearment. He continues to stroke Zoro's hair gently, his touch soothing and reassuring.

"Well, get used to it, Mosshead," Sanji replies softly. "Because I plan on calling you that a lot more often."

Zoro chuckles softly, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he revels in the intimacy of the moment. With Sanji's comforting presence beside him, he allows himself to drift into a peaceful sleep, knowing that he is safe and loved in Sanji's arms.

The next day dawns with the gentle glow of the early morning sun filtering through the windows of the boys' quarters. Sanji stirs from his slumber, his eyelids fluttering open to the soft light. As he slowly becomes aware of his surroundings, he feels the warmth of Zoro's body pressed against him, their limbs entwined in a comfortable embrace.

Gazing down at Zoro, who is still fast asleep in his arms, Sanji's heart swells with affection. He watches the steady rise and fall of Zoro's chest, the rhythmic sound of his breathing a comforting melody in the quiet room.

Sanji knows that Zoro is exhausted from his training, both physically and emotionally. He knows that he needs rest, perhaps more than anything else. But he also knows that as soon as Zoro is awake, he will go to train. With a sigh, Sanji presses a gentle kiss to Zoro's forehead, silently promising to support him no matter what. He knows that he can't force Zoro to rest if he's not ready to, but what he can do, is to prepare him a breakfast that will fuel his body for the intense training ahead.

Carefully, Sanji disentangles himself from Zoro's embrace, making sure not to disturb his slumber. He slips out of the bunk with practiced ease and heads to the galley, his mind already racing with ideas for a meal that will provide Zoro with the necessary energy and nutrients.

In the quiet of the early morning, Sanji moves with the grace and precision of a seasoned chef. He selects fresh ingredients from their stores, choosing foods rich in protein and healthy fats to help Zoro's muscles recover and grow stronger. Eggs, lean meats, fresh vegetables, and a selection of fruits are laid out on the counter as he begins to work his culinary magic.

Sanji works swiftly but methodically, his focus entirely on creating a meal that will not only taste delicious but also offer the maximum nutritional benefit. As he cooks, his thoughts remain with Zoro, hoping that the breakfast he's preparing will give the swordsman the boost he needs to continue his training without pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion.

Within a short time, the galley is filled with the mouthwatering aroma of a hearty breakfast. Sanji plates the food with care, adding a touch of garnish for presentation. As he finishes his food, strong arms grab him from behind and a face buries in his hair. Sanji recognizes Zoro's embrace by his unique way to cuddle him.

"Morning, Mosshead," Sanji murmurs, his voice soft and affectionate.

Zoro grunts in response, his face still buried in Sanji's hair. "Morning," he mumbles, his voice husky from sleep. "Something smells good."

Sanji chuckles, turning his head slightly to press a gentle kiss to Zoro's cheek. "Breakfast is ready," he says, his tone light. "I made sure it's packed with everything you need for your training."

Zoro's grip is tightening as he processes the idea of his breakfast. The mouthwatering aroma of the meal, makes Zoro's stomach growl in anticipation.

Sanji turns around, a satisfied smile on his face as he presents the breakfast. "Sit down and eat," he instructs gently. "You need to fuel up properly."

Zoro complies, taking a seat at the table and eyeing the spread before him. The meal is a feast for the senses: perfectly cooked eggs, tender slices of lean meat, fresh vegetables arranged in a colorful array, and a selection of ripe fruits that glisten invitingly. Sanji joins him at the table, watching with a mixture of satisfaction and concern as Zoro begins to eat. The swordsman digs in with gusto, clearly appreciating the effort Sanji has put into the meal.

"You always know exactly what I need," Zoro comments between bites, his tone filled with gratitude.

Sanji's smile widens with pride, his eyes glinting with a mix of playfulness and genuine affection. He leans back slightly in his chair, watching Zoro enjoy the meal he prepared with such care.

"Of course! I'm a top-class cook!" Sanji declares, his voice filled with a touch of theatrical flair. "And I take pride in making sure you get the best."

Zoro looks up from his plate, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're definitely the best, Cook," he says, his tone sincere despite the teasing nickname. "I don't know what I'd do without your meals."

Sanji chuckles, his chest warming at the compliment. "You'd probably starve," he teases lightly, though there's an underlying current of truth in his words.

They share a comfortable silence for a few moments, the bond between them palpable in the early morning light filtering into the galley. Sanji's gaze softens as he watches Zoro finish his meal, the swordsman's focus entirely on the food in front of him.

As Zoro polishes off the last bite, he sets his fork down and looks at Sanji, his expression earnest. "Thanks for this, Cook. It feels so good."

Sanji's eyes soften at Zoro's words, a warm smile spreading across his face. "I'm glad you liked it," he says, his voice gentle. "This is the least I can do..."

Zoro nods, his expression sincere. "It's a lot."

Without another word, Zoro stands and heads for the door. Sanji watches as the swordsman leaves the galley, his steps purposeful and determined. The door swings shut behind him, and for a moment, the room feels a little emptier without Zoro's presence. Sanji leans against the counter, a thoughtful expression on his face as he gazes at the now-closed door. He knows how stubborn and driven Zoro can be, but he also trusts him implicitly. Zoro has always been resilient, pushing through any obstacle with unwavering resolve.

"He'll be fine," Sanji mutters to himself, a soft smile playing on his lips. "He always is."

Zoro arrives at the crow's nest, the familiar surroundings comforting yet starkly reminding him of the challenges that lie ahead. He slides the door shut behind him, the soft click echoing in the quiet space. Enma rests heavily at his side, its presence a constant reminder of the power he seeks to control. He sits down cross-legged on the wooden floor, placing Enma gently across his lap. His fingers trace the intricate patterns on the sword's hilt as he closes his eyes, drawing in a deep breath to steady himself.

Sanji's words from the night before echo in his mind, a mix of concern and wisdom that he can't easily dismiss.

"Maybe Enma is trying to teach you something that strength alone can't achieve... Friendships, love... they're not just distractions or obstacles. They're there to teach us things, to help us grow stronger in ways we can't achieve on our own."

Zoro's brow furrows as he delves deeper into his thoughts, his breathing slowing as he enters a meditative state. He had always relied on sheer determination and physical strength to overcome obstacles, but Sanji's words made him question if there was another layer to mastering Enma.

"Luffy says that without us he can't be the Pirate King. Chopper took care of your wounds so many times. Luffy permitted you to be on the Grand Line and face strong people. And I am your rival before I am your lover; I represent your minimum standard. If I become stronger, then you must be stronger too."

Zoro's grip on Enma tightens slightly as he reflects on the truth in Sanji's statements. His journey had never been a solitary one; his strength was forged not only through his own efforts but through the bonds he had formed with his crew. Each member had played a role in shaping him into the swordsman he was today.

"Maybe you still see our relationship as a brake on your quest to become the strongest."

The thought stings, but Zoro knows there is merit in it. He had been afraid to fully embrace the depth of his relationships, fearing they might weaken his resolve or distract him from his goal. Yet, those same relationships had given him strength in ways he couldn't deny.

As Zoro meditates, he channels his thoughts and emotions into a deeper connection with Enma. The weight of the sword on his lap feels like a tangible challenge, a test of his resolve and understanding. He focuses intently on the bond he shares with Sanji, the moments of trust and rivalry that have pushed them both to become stronger. Sanji's words continue to resonate in his mind, a steady drumbeat of truth that he can't ignore. He recalls the countless times Luffy's belief in his crew had inspired him to surpass his limits, the way Chopper's care and healing had saved him time and again, and the unwavering support of his friends during their most dangerous adventures.

"Friendships, love... they're not just distractions or obstacles. They're there to teach us things, to help us grow stronger in ways we can't achieve on our own."

He pictures Sanji's face, the worry and determination in his eyes as he spoke those words. The warmth of their embrace, the strength of their rivalry, and the love they share—none of these things make him weaker. Instead, they forge him into someone who fights not just for himself, but for those he cares about.

Enma resists, its power flickering like a storm contained within the blade. Zoro can feel the sword's reluctance to fully submit to him, sensing his internal struggle. But he persists, letting his mind delve deeper into the understanding that his relationship with Sanji isn't an obstacle but a source of strength.

He meditates for hours, his body motionless as his mind works tirelessly to align his thoughts and feelings. He visualizes the moments of their journey together, the battles they've fought side by side, the quiet moments of connection that have fortified their bond. He reassures himself and Enma that love and friendship are not hindrances but catalysts for growth and power.

The sun rises higher, casting warm light into the crow's nest. Sweat beads on Zoro's forehead as he maintains his meditative state, his breathing slow and measured. He feels the resistance within Enma begin to waver, a subtle shift in the sword's energy as it starts to respond to his unwavering determination.

"I won't let this sword define me," Zoro whispers to himself, the words a mantra that solidifies his resolve. "My strength comes from all of you. From Sanji, from Luffy, from everyone who believes in me."

Gradually, Enma's resistance lessens, the storm within the blade calming as Zoro's conviction strengthens. He can feel the sword's power aligning with his own, a harmonious balance that acknowledges the importance of his relationships and the strength they bring.

As the hours pass, Zoro's meditation reaches a new depth of understanding. He feels a profound connection with Enma, a bond that reflects not just his physical prowess but the emotional and spiritual strength he derives from those he loves. The sword, once a rebellious force, now hums with a resonance that matches Zoro's own energy.

When Zoro finally opens his eyes, he feels a sense of peace and clarity. Enma rests in his lap, its presence no longer a burden but a trusted companion. He knows that mastering this sword will be a continuous journey, but now, with the understanding that his relationships are a source of power, he feels more prepared than ever to face the challenges ahead.

Zoro takes a deep breath and carefully draws Enma from its sheath. The sword's dark blade glints in the morning light, its aura still formidable but now resonating with a more harmonious energy. Zoro can feel the difference, a subtle shift that signifies Enma's acceptance of his strength and the understanding he has reached.

Standing up, Zoro takes a steadying breath and begins to handle Enma with a mixture of caution and confidence. He starts with slow, deliberate movements, testing the balance and weight of the sword. Enma's power hums through his hands, a living force that demands respect and mastery.

Zoro's mind remains focused on the lessons he has internalized during his meditation. He thinks of Sanji, Luffy, and the rest of his crew, drawing strength from the bonds they share. As he swings Enma, he channels not just his physical prowess but the emotional fortitude that comes from fighting for something greater than himself.

Each stroke of the sword feels more controlled, more in tune with his intentions. The initial resistance he felt from Enma seems to have lessened, the blade responding to his movements with a fluid grace. Zoro transitions into more complex maneuvers, his confidence growing with each successful swing.

He moves through a series of forms, his body and mind in perfect synchronization. The flow of his haki through the blade feels more natural, less forced. Enma's aura, once a chaotic storm, now feels like a powerful current that he can harness and direct. Zoro's muscles work in harmony with the sword, each movement precise and intentional.

As he continues to practice, Zoro feels a surge of exhilaration. For the first time since he acquired Enma, he feels like he is not just wielding the sword but truly mastering it. The hours of meditation, the conversations with Sanji, and the support of his crew have all contributed to this moment of breakthrough.

He stands still for a moment, breathing heavily but with a sense of accomplishment radiating from him. Enma rests easily in his hand, the connection between them solid and unyielding.

“Gotcha.”

With a satisfied nod, Zoro sheathes Enma and looks through the windows to see it’s dark outside. Zoro realizes the time, a sense of astonishment washes over him. He hadn't realized how deeply he had been immersed in his training, losing track of both time and space. The realization that it's now the middle of the night brings a mix of surprise and a twinge of embarrassment.

Feeling the dryness in his mouth and the slight ache in his muscles, Zoro knows that he needs to hydrate and replenish his energy.

Zoro descends from the crow's nest and makes his way towards the galley, his steps echoing softly against the wooden deck, he encounters Jimbei, who is on night duty, patrolling the ship with a calm and watchful demeanor.

"Hey, Jimbei," Zoro calls out, his voice carrying through the quiet night air.

Jimbei turns towards him, a serene smile gracing his features. "Zoro, what brings you out at this hour?" he asks, his deep voice steady and reassuring.

"Just finishing up some training," Zoro replies, a hint of exhaustion tingeing his words. "Is everyone asleep?"

Jimbei nods, his expression understanding. "Yes, the crew retired to their quarters a while ago. Are you alright, Zoro? You seem a bit weary."

Zoro offers Jimbei a tired smile. "Just need some water," he admits, his throat feeling dry and scratchy from his intense training session. "Thanks, Jimbei."

"You made it Zoro?" Asks Jimbe as he seems to understand.

Zoro nods, his weariness evident in his movements. "Yeah, finally," he replies, a faint note of relief in his voice. "Took longer than I expected."

Jimbei offers Zoro a reassuring smile. "Training can be demanding, but it's worth it in the end," he says, his voice filled with wisdom. "Remember to take care of yourself, Zoro. Your strength is important to the crew."

Zoro nods in agreement, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thanks, Jimbei. I'll keep that in mind."

With a nod of acknowledgment, Jimbei resumes his patrol, leaving Zoro to continue on his way to the galley. As he approaches the door, Zoro can already feel the cool relief of water awaiting him, a welcome respite after his strenuous training session. Entering the galley, Zoro wastes no time in pouring himself a glass of water, the cool liquid soothing his dry throat and replenishing his depleted energy. He drinks deeply, the refreshing sensation washing away the fatigue that had settled in his muscles. With each sip, Zoro feels a renewed sense of vitality coursing through him, his exhaustion gradually fading into the background. He knows that he still has a long journey ahead of him, but for now, he takes comfort in the simple pleasure of quenching his thirst and preparing himself for the challenges that await him.

Feeling rejuvenated by the cool water, Zoro takes a moment to relish the sense of relief coursing through his body. He fills his glass once more, drinking deeply until his thirst is thoroughly quenched. Setting the empty glass down on the counter, he takes a deep breath, his mind already shifting back to his training.

Determined to make the most of the night, Zoro leaves the galley and makes his way back to the crow's nest. Climbing the ladder, Zoro's mind is focused on the lessons he's been learning and the insights he's gained. Reaching the top, he takes a moment to survey the tranquil sea, the stars twinkling overhead like silent witnesses to his journey.

Zoro unsheathes Enma once more, feeling the weight of the blade in his hand. He begins his training with a series of precise, deliberate movements, each swing and thrust executed with unwavering focus. His body moves with the grace and power of a seasoned warrior, his mind honed in on the task at hand.

As the hours pass, Zoro pushes himself to his limits once more, driven by an unyielding desire to keep mastering Enma and prove his worth. His muscles burn with exertion, sweat pouring down his brow, but he persists, fueled by the fire of his ambition.

Eventually, the physical toll of his training catches up with him. His movements slow, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. With one final, powerful swing, Zoro sheathes Enma and sinks to the floor of the crow's nest, his body spent from the intense workout.

As he leans back against the wooden structure, Zoro's eyes begin to droop, the exhaustion he had been holding at bay finally overwhelming him. In the quiet solitude of the crow's nest, he allows himself to drift into a deep, restorative sleep, his dreams filled with visions of the challenges and triumphs that lie ahead.

The morning sun filters through the small windows of the crow's nest, casting warm rays on Zoro's face. He stirs, his body protesting the hard surface of the floor as he slowly regains consciousness. Blinking sleep from his eyes, he takes in his surroundings, groaning slightly as he sits up and stretches.

To his surprise, Zoro finds a neatly arranged breakfast set out beside him. There's a plate filled with an assortment of food—eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, and a slice of bread. A glass of water sits next to the plate, alongside a towel. A small piece of paper catches his eye, and he picks it up, squinting to read the hastily scrawled message.

"Don't sleep on the floor, you Neanderthal."

A smirk tugs at Zoro's lips as he recognizes Sanji's handwriting. He mutters to himself, "Damn cook."

Despite the teasing note, Zoro feels a swell of gratitude. He takes the towel, wiping his face and neck before reaching for the glass of water. He drinks deeply, the cool liquid refreshing him as he sets the glass down and begins to eat the breakfast Sanji prepared. As he savors each bite, Zoro's thoughts drift to the previous night's events. He reflects on the progress he made with Enma and the importance of the bonds he shares with his crewmates, especially with Sanji.

“At the end, this Shit-cook was right… I still see our relationship as an obstacle…”

Finishing his meal, Zoro stands up, feeling rejuvenated. He folds the note and tucks it into his pocket, a small reminder of Sanji's care. Gathering his resolve, he trains all morning, lifting weights and swinging his swords. Understand what Enma wanted to tell him is a thing, integrating it completely in his mind is another.

When lunch time approaches, Zoro makes his way down from the crow's nest. As he steps onto the deck, he catches sight of Sanji busy in the galley through the window. The cook is moving with his usual grace and precision, preparing another meal for the crew. Deciding to say hello to his lover, Zoro makes his way to the galley. He pushes open the door and steps inside, the enticing aromas of Sanji's cooking greeting him. "Morning, Cook," Zoro greets, his tone casual.

Sanji looks up from his work, a look of surprise quickly replaced by one of annoyance. "Zoro, you stink!" Sanji exclaims, waving a spatula at him. "Have you been training all night without washing up?"

Zoro shrugs, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Maybe," he admits.

Sanji narrows his eyes, pointing the spatula at Zoro with a mixture of irritation and concern. "Go take a bath, you Neanderthal. You're not stepping one foot closer to my kitchen until you're clean."

Zoro chuckles, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I'll go," he says, turning to leave. But before he steps out, he adds, "Thanks for the breakfast, by the way."

Sanji's expression softens slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just go clean up, mosshead. And don't forget to use soap this time."

"Come wash my body then if you want me to use soap that bad." He answers with a dirty look.

Sanji's eyes narrow, and he takes a step closer to Zoro, brandishing the spatula like a weapon. "Don't push your luck, Mosshead," he retorts, though a faint blush tinges his cheeks. "I'm serious. Go clean up."

Zoro laughs, enjoying the playful banter. "Alright, alright. But you better have something good ready for when I get back."

Sanji rolls his eyes but can't help the smile that tugs at his lips. "Just get out of here already."

With a final chuckle, Zoro turns and heads towards the bathroom. The warm shower is a welcome relief, washing away the grime and exhaustion from his all-night training session. As he soaps up, he can't help but think about Sanji's annoyed but affectionate scolding. It feels good to have someone who cares about him in such a tangible way. Once he's thoroughly cleaned and feeling refreshed, Zoro dries off and dresses in fresh clothes. He makes his way back to the galley, his steps lighter than before.

As he steps inside, he sees Sanji busy to keep preparing the lunch. The cook looks up and gives him a once-over, nodding approvingly. "Much better," Sanji says before going back to his job.

But Zoro isn't ready to let Sanji off the hook so easily. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he quietly approaches Sanji from behind. The cook, completely absorbed in his work, doesn't notice Zoro's approach until it's too late. Zoro wraps his arms around Sanji's waist, pulling him close. Sanji stiffens for a moment in surprise, a small gasp escaping his lips as he feels Zoro's solid chest press against his back.

"Zoro, what are you doing?" Sanji demands, trying to sound annoyed but failing to hide the warmth in his voice.

"Cuddling my favorite cook," Zoro murmurs, resting his chin on Sanji's shoulder. "Whatcha doing?"

Sanji takes a moment to steady himself, still trying to maintain his composure despite the warmth spreading through him from Zoro's embrace. He huffs in mock annoyance but doesn't move to push Zoro away.

"I'm preparing lunch, you idiot," Sanji replies, his voice softened by the hint of a smile. "The crew needs to eat."

Zoro tightens his hold slightly, nuzzling into Sanji's shoulder. "I know that, I was asking about what you are preparing."

Sanji feels the rumble of Zoro's voice against his back and can't help but chuckle softly. "You're really something, you know that?" he says, a hint of affection in his tone. "I'm making a seafood risotto," Sanji explains, his hands deftly moving to chop vegetables while he speaks. "Fresh fish we caught yesterday, a bit of shrimp, and some nice herbs to give it that extra kick. And for dessert, a light lemon mousse. Thought the crew could use something refreshing after all the meat we've had lately."

Zoro hums in appreciation, his arms still snug around Sanji's waist. "Sounds amazing, as always. Can I have an appetizer or how do you call that..." He starts as he gently kisses Sanji's neck. "An amuse-bouche..."

Sanji shivers at the sensation of Zoro's lips against his neck, a wave of warmth spreading through him. He tries to focus on his chopping, but the swordsman's proximity makes it difficult.

"You really think you can sweet-talk your way into getting a snack, huh?" Sanji replies, his voice a bit breathless. "An amuse-bouche, you say?"

Zoro smirks against Sanji's skin, his kisses growing more insistent. "Yeah, just a little taste. Something like a hot cook..."

Sanji swallows at Zoro's words, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. "Zoro," he murmurs, "Not here..."

But Zoro seems undeterred, his lips trailing lower along Sanji's neck, bristling the little blond hair. "Why not here?" he asks while one of his hands begins to pull on the shirt to take it out of the pants a little, which allows Zoro to slip his warm hand underneath to tease the cook's abs.

"Zoro," he repeats, his voice tinged with urgency. "We can't..."

But Zoro's lips continue their slow teasing, grabbing Sanji's ear. His hand explores the soft skin of Sanji's abdomen, tracing patterns that make Sanji's pulse quicken.

"Zoro, someone could walk in..." Sanji protests weakly, though his resolve is rapidly weakening under Zoro's intoxicating touch.

"Nobody will walk in until you call for lunch," he whispers in his ear while his thumb brushes one of Sanji's nipple.

Sanji's breath hitches at Zoro's bold assertion, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows he should put a stop to this, but the heat of Zoro's touch is clouding his judgment.

"Zoro, please..." Sanji pleads, his voice barely above a whisper, but the plea is tinged with desire.

Zoro's touch is relentless, his lips trailing a path of fire along Sanji's jawline, his fingers teasing and coaxing a response from Sanji's body. His hands shake while holding the knife, seeing he isn't making progress at preparing his risotto. He is biting his lower lips, the warmth of Zoro is so addictive. As Sanji tries to push Zoro once more, the large hand of the Swordsman presses on his pants, teasing his hard arousal inside.

"Zoro..." Sanji gasps, his voice thick with need and longing. His hands tremble as he struggles to maintain his composure, the knife slipping from his grasp and clattering to the chopping board.

Zoro's teeth find the sensitive skin of his neck. He squeezes harder Sanji's arousal, earning a moan and starts to rub his on groin against his lover's butt. Sanji's body arches instinctively into Zoro's touch, a low moan escaping his lips as pleasure courses through him.

"Please... don't..." Sanji's voice is a desperate call as he feels Zoro undo his belt buckle.

The sensation of Zoro's warm, calloused hand wrapping around his throbbing length makes Sanji's head spin with pleasure.

"Zoro... I have to... to make the food... Aaahum..." Sanji moans softly, his voice a breathless whisper as he leans into Zoro's touch, his body trembling with desire. The feeling of Zoro's fingers stroking him, teasing him, drives him to the brink of ecstasy, his senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating rush of sensation.

Sanji feels himself losing control, his mind clouded by the intensity of Zoro's touch. But just as he's on the brink of surrendering completely to the pleasure, he hears footsteps approaching the galley, the sound jolting him back to reality.

With a frustrated groan, Zoro reluctantly pulls his hand away from Sanji's throbbing length, his own desire evident in the way his chest heaves with breathless anticipation. "Shit...," he manages to say, his voice strained with restraint as he tucks himself back in.

Sanji exhales shakily, his body still thrumming with the remnants of pleasure as he tries to regain his composure. They share a fleeting glance, the air heavy with unspoken desire and frustration. But with the sound of approaching footsteps growing louder, they both know that they can't afford to indulge in their desires any longer.

Zoro retreats to the dinning table while Sanji grabs his knife again to keep preparing the risotto, his cheeks red as beet. Few seconds later, Luffy and Usopp enters the kitchen.

"Sanji food!"

"Wait until I call you stupid rubber man!"

As Sanji's cheeks flush with embarrassment, he quickly regains his focus, determined to put the interruption behind him and continue preparing the meal for the crew. With practiced efficiency, he resumes chopping vegetables and stirring the simmering risotto, his movements swift and precise despite the lingering heat of desire still coursing through him.

Meanwhile, Zoro sits at the dining table, his expression carefully neutral as he tries to mask the frustration of their interrupted moment. He watches Sanji work, his mind still reeling from the intensity of their interaction moments ago.

Luffy and Usopp, oblivious to the tension in the air, bounce into the kitchen with their usual enthusiasm, eager for food after a morning of adventure on the ship. But Sanji's sharp tone and stern warning quickly bring them back to reality, and they exchange sheepish glances before retreating to the deck to wait for their meal.

As the minutes pass, the tension in the galley gradually dissipates, replaced by the comforting rhythm of cooking. But beneath the surface, the spark of desire between Zoro and Sanji still simmers, a tantalizing promise of what could be once they find themselves alone again.

Chapter Text

The air was thick with the oppressive scent of metal and the stench of dampness. The darkness was complete, a suffocating blanket that wrapped around Sanji, pressing in from all sides. He sat huddled in a cold, iron cage, the unforgiving bars digging into his back. His body was small, fragile, and trembling with a mixture of fear and cold. The metal helmet clamped over his head was heavy and restrictive, a constant reminder of his father's cruelty.

Judge Vinsmoke's voice echoed in his mind, a chilling reminder of his father's disdain. "You are a failure, Sanji. Worthless. Pathetic. You don't deserve to be called my son." The words were a blade, cutting deeper with each repetition. Sanji squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the memories, but they surged forward, relentless and unyielding.

“Dad… please come get me… I’ll a good boy… I promise… Dad…”

Sanji's breaths come in shallow, panicked gasps as he looks around the dimly lit room. He knows what is coming, and the anticipation is almost as torturous as the reality. The faint sound of footsteps echoes through the hall, each step closer making his heart pound harder in his chest.

"Not again," he whispers, his voice trembling with terror. "Please, not again."

The door creaks open, and the light from the hallway spills into the room, casting long shadows on the walls. He sees their silhouettes first—his brothers, their faces twisted in cruel delight, eyes gleaming with malice. Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji. They stride into the room with an air of superiority, their presence filling the small space with an oppressive aura.

"Look at the weakling," Niji sneered, stepping forward with a predatory grin. "Still crying in his cage."

Ichiji's cold eyes bore into Sanji, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "Let's remind him of his place, shall we?"

Yonji laughed, the sound harsh and grating. "Yeah, let's show him what real power looks like."

Sanji's heart raced, panic clawing at his insides. He wanted to fight back, to defend himself, but he was trapped. The cage, the helmet, his own fear—they were all barriers, preventing him from escaping or retaliating. He could only watch in helpless terror as his brothers entered the cage, their footsteps echoing ominously on the stone floor.

"Please," Sanji begs, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Don't do this..."

The first blow came from Ichiji, a powerful punch that sent Sanji sprawling against the bars. Pain exploded in his side, and he gasped, the air knocked out of his lungs. Before he could recover, Niji's kick connected with his ribs, and he cried out, the sound muffled by the helmet. Tears blurred his vision, but he refused to let them fall. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

"Pathetic," Yonji spat, his fist connecting with Sanji's helmet. The world spun, and Sanji's head lolled to the side, his vision swimming with stars. His body ached, every nerve screaming in agony, but he couldn't defend himself. He was outnumbered, overpowered, and utterly alone.

Blow after blow rained down on him, a relentless assault of pain and humiliation. Sanji's world shrank to the confines of the cage, the only reality the ceaseless torment inflicted by his brothers. He tried to curl into a ball, to protect himself, but they pried him open, forcing him to face their wrath. Their laughter was a cruel symphony, a soundtrack to his suffering.

"You're nothing, Sanji," Ichiji hissed, his hand gripping Sanji's hair and yanking his head back. "You always have been, and you always will be."

Sanji's breaths came in ragged, shallow gasps, his body battered and bruised. He wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but he knew it would be futile. His brothers were relentless, their cruelty a reflection of their father's experience.

As the beating continued, Sanji's consciousness began to fade, the edges of his vision darkening. The pain became a distant throb, his mind retreating to a place where the agony couldn't reach him. In the darkness, he could almost hear his mother's voice, a faint whisper of comfort and love.

“Mom… Mom, why are you gone… Mommy don’t leave me…”

As the nightmare continued, Sanji's surroundings morphed, shifting from the cold, iron confines of his childhood cage to a dark, cavernous space. The shadows stretched and twisted around him, creating an oppressive atmosphere that felt all too familiar. Despite the passage of time, the metal helmet remained clamped to his head, a perpetual reminder of his past.

He looked down at himself, his body no longer that of a frail child but of the strong, resilient man he had become. Yet, the sense of vulnerability persisted. The familiar dread seeped into his bones as he realized he was still trapped in the nightmare, still at the mercy of his brothers.

Cook…

The door creaked open, the sound echoing ominously in the cavern. Sanji's heart pounded in his chest as he saw the figures of Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji materialize from the darkness, their faces twisted into cruel smiles. Despite his growth, despite his strength, they still looked at him with the same disdain.

"Look who's still here," Niji sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice. "The useless cook."

Ichiji stepped forward, his expression cold and calculating. "Thought you could escape your fate, Sanji?" he asked, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're still nothing."

Yonji cracked his knuckles, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. "Time to remind him where he belongs."

Sanji tried to stand his ground, his fists clenched at his sides. But his brothers were relentless, their exoskeletons giving them a strength he couldn't match. They moved with predatory precision, surrounding him, their eyes locked onto his arms and hands.

Cook … Shit-Cook…

Niji struck first, his fist slamming into Sanji's right arm with bone-crushing force. Sanji gritted his teeth, a cry of pain escaping his lips as he felt the sharp snap of bone. He tried to pull away, but Ichiji grabbed his left hand, twisting it cruelly until Sanji was forced to his knees.

"No! No, please ! Not my hands! Please!" Cries Sanji as the panic invade him.

"These hands," Ichiji hissed, his grip tightening painfully. "You think they make you special? You're nothing but a weakling who thinks he can cook."

Yonji's boot connected with Sanji's ribs, the impact sending him sprawling to the ground. "Let's see how well you cook without your precious hands," he taunted, stomping down on Sanji's fingers with merciless precision.

"Stop it! Don't hurt my hand! My body, my face, my legs, I don't care! But not my hands!"

Damn it, Cook… up!

Agony shot through Sanji's body as he felt his fingers crunch under the pressure. He tried to protect his hands, curling into a defensive position, but his brothers were relentless. They focused their assault on his arms and hands, their blows calculated to inflict maximum damage.

Tears of pain and frustration welled up in Sanji's eyes. He wanted to fight back, to defend himself, but the weight of the helmet, the overwhelming strength of his brothers, and the sheer helplessness of the situation paralyzed him. Each blow, each cruel taunt, tore at his spirit, dragging him deeper into the abyss of despair.

"Stop it!" Sanji's voice was hoarse, desperate. "Please, stop..."

SANJI UP!

Sanji's pleas went unheard, his brothers' laughter echoing cruelly in his ears as they continued their relentless assault. The pain was excruciating, each snap and crunch of his arms bones reverberating through his entire body. His wrists were broken, his fingers too, both his hands were useless now… His vision blurred with tears, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.

"Stop it! Please, stop!" he cried out again, but his voice was weak, drowned out by the sadistic glee of his tormentors.

Just as the agony became unbearable, a new sensation broke through the nightmare—a firm grip on his shoulder, shaking him forcefully. Sanji's mind struggled to make sense of it, the pain still raw and vivid. He felt himself being pulled away from the darkness, the oppressive weight of the helmet and the blows of his brothers starting to fade.

"Sanji! Wake up!" a voice called out, urgent and familiar.

Sanji's eyes fluttered open, the world around him shifting from the horrifying scene of his nightmare to the dimly lit confines of his room. He was drenched in sweat, his heart pounding furiously in his chest. But the pain in his hands, the sensation of them being broken, still lingered in his half-asleep state.

He thrashed wildly, his body reacting instinctively to the remnants of his nightmare. "No, don't! My hands!" he cried out, struggling against the strong arms that held him.

"Cook, it's okay!" the voice repeated, more forcefully this time.

"No! No get out off me! Not my hands!" Sanji screamed, his body consumed by panic. He started to kick out, his legs flailing as he tried to free himself from what he perceived as an attack.

Zoro grimaced as one of Sanji's kicks landed on his shin, but he held on firmly, determined to pull Sanji out of his nightmare. "Sanji, wake up! It's me, Zoro! You're safe!"

Sanji's kicks grew more frantic, his strength fueled by the terror still gripping him. "Don't touch me! Let go!" His voice was raw with fear and desperation.

Zoro tightened his grip, using his strength to pin Sanji's arms to his sides without hurting him. "Sanji, listen to me! You're not there anymore! You're here with me, on the Sunny!"

Sanji's struggles began to weaken as Zoro's words slowly penetrated the fog of his nightmare. His breaths were ragged, his body shaking with the effort. "Zoro...?" he finally managed to gasp out, the name cutting through the haze of his terror.

"Yeah, I’m here," Zoro said, his voice steady but gentle. "You're having a nightmare. You're safe now."

Sanji's movements slowed, his mind starting to register the familiarity of Zoro's voice and touch. He blinked rapidly, his vision clearing to reveal Zoro's concerned face inches from his own.ro?" Sanji repeated, his voice trembling. The fear began to ebb away, replaced by the reality of his surroundings.

Zoro nodded, his grip on Sanji's arms loosening but not letting go. "I've got you, you're safe."

Sanji's breathing was still ragged, his chest heaving as he tried to process Zoro's words. Panic surged within him, and he quickly pulled his hands free from Zoro's grasp, frantically checking them. He turned his hands over, inspecting his fingers and arms for any signs of the damage his nightmare had inflicted.

"They were... breaking my hands," Sanji whispered, his voice filled with lingering dread.

"I know," Zoro murmured, "But they can't hurt you now."

But Sanji couldn't hear him. The phantom pain from his nightmare lingered, making it hard for him to believe his own eyes. His fingers trembled as he flexed them, expecting to feel the sharp agony from his dream. When he found his hands intact, the relief was overwhelming.

Unable to hold back any longer, Sanji burst into tears, his body shaking with sobs. The emotional floodgates opened, and he let out all the fear, pain, and helplessness that had been bottled up inside him.

Zoro's heart ached at the sight of Sanji's tears. He reached out and gently pulled Sanji into his arms, holding him close. "Oh, Cook..." he murmured, his voice soothing. "You're ok, your hands are ok."

Sanji clung to Zoro, his fingers gripping the fabric of Zoro's shirt as if it were a lifeline. His sobs were raw and unrestrained, a release of all the torment he'd endured in his nightmare. Zoro held him tightly, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of Sanji's emotions.

Minutes passed, the room filled with the sound of Sanji's sobs and Zoro's quiet reassurances. Gradually, the intensity of Sanji's crying began to subside, replaced by quieter, more exhausted weeping. He buried his face in Zoro's shoulder, drawing comfort from the warmth and solidity of his lover's embrace.

"I'm sorry... I kick you... Z-zoro I'm sorry..." Sanji whispered through his tears, his voice hoarse and broken.

"Shhh... it's okay." Zoro replied softly, his hand gently rubbing Sanji's back.

Sanji nodded weakly, still gripping Zoro's shirt as if afraid to let go. "It felt so real," he choked out, his voice trembling. "I thought... I thought they were really hurting me again."

Zoro's heart tightened with each of Sanji's pained words. "I know," he murmured, his voice filled with empathy. "But they're not here. They can't hurt you anymore."

Sanji took a shaky breath, his tears still falling but with less intensity. The warmth and solidity of Zoro's presence were slowly grounding him, pulling him back to reality. "Did I... Did I wake everybody up?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"No... as soon as I saw you having a nightmare that strong, I carried you out of your bed and I went on below deck. We are next to the soldier deck so nobody could hear you or see you like that..."

Sanji's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "You... you carried me?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

Zoro nodded, his gaze steady. "Yeah, I did. You were thrashing around, and I didn't want anyone else to see you like that. Thought it might be easier for you if it was just us."

Sanji's grip on Zoro's shirt tightened, his heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I don't know what I would have done if they saw me like this."

Zoro's expression softened, his hand gently brushing through Sanji's hair. "You don't have to thank me."

Sanji nodded, his tears slowing as the weight of his nightmare began to lift. The warmth of Zoro's embrace and the sincerity in his eyes gave him the strength he needed to calm down. "I'm really sorry for kicking you," he said, his voice still shaky. "I didn't mean to—"

"Don't worry about it," Zoro interrupted, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I've had worse. Besides, it was worth it to make sure you're okay."

Sanji managed a small, trembling smile in return before the remnants of his nightmare finish lifting his heart. "I think I’ll throw up..."

Zoro's concern deepens at Sanji's words. "Here, let me help you," he says, gently guiding Sanji to climb their way back to the upper deck, towards the bathroom. Once inside, he kneels in front of the toilet, his stomach churning with nausea. Zoro kneels beside him, offering a steady presence as Sanji empties the contents of his stomach.

After a few minutes, the nausea begins to subside, leaving Sanji feeling weak and drained. Zoro helps him to his feet and guides him to the sink, where he rinses his mouth with water. Sanji leans against the counter, his body trembling with exhaustion.

"Thanks," he murmurs, his voice hoarse.

“Don’t mention it.”

Zoro stays by his side, offering silent comfort as Sanji recovers from the nigtmare. After a couple of minutes, Zoro breaks the silence.

“I know you won’t sleep anymore for this night. What can I do to make you feel better?”

Sanji leans heavily against the sink, still feeling the lingering effects of the nightmare and the nausea. He appreciates Zoro's presence beside him, the silent support offering a measure of comfort in the aftermath of his ordeal.

"I don't know..." Sanji replies, his voice faint. "Maybe... maybe just sit with me for a while. I don't want to be alone right now."

Zoro nods, understanding the request completely. He approaches Sanji and cuddles him from behind, securing him in his strong arms.

"You are all sweaty, let's clean you up." He says with a gently voice.

Sanji leans into Zoro's embrace, feeling the warmth and strength of his lover's arms around him. He nods in agreement, grateful for Zoro's caring touch.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Sanji murmurs, his voice still shaky from the aftermath of the nightmare.

Zoro guides Sanji to the shower, their bodies pressed close together as they move. Once inside, Zoro adjusts the water temperature to a comfortable warmth before gently helping Sanji out of his clothes. Sanji stands under the spray of water, letting it cascade over him, washing away the sweat and the lingering traces of fear from his nightmare. Zoro approaches him, he places his hands on Sanji's check. Gently, his left hand spreads the fringe that hides his right eye and pulls his wet hair back. Zoro takes the time to admire Sanji’s two blue eyes before the cook starts to wince.

"What are you waiting for to make fun of my eyebrows, you idiot?"

Zoro chuckles softly, his thumb brushing against Sanji's cheek as he gazes into his eyes. "I wasn't planning on making fun of your eyebrows," he says, a teasing glint in his eye. "But since you brought it up..."

Sanji rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of amusement in his expression despite the lingering tension from his nightmare. "Go ahead, Mosshead. I've heard it all before."

Zoro grins, leaning in close to whisper conspiratorially. "Well, I was just thinking that they're so bushy, you could probably use them as a makeshift broom if you ever run out of cleaning supplies."

Sanji eyes open wide, he doesn't know what to say before he finally bursts out laughing. "What the fuck, Zoro!"

Zoro laughs along with Sanji, the sound echoing off the tiled walls of the shower. "I've got you this time!"

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise, followed by a smirk. "Alright, alright, you win this round," he concedes, his laughter mixing with Zoro's.

Zoro wraps his arms around Sanji, holding him close as the warmth of the water surrounds them. "But I like to see your whole face." he replies, his tone soft.

Sanji leans into Zoro's embrace, feeling the comforting strength of his lover's arms around him. "Yeah?" he murmurs, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

Zoro nods, his gaze steady as he meets Sanji's eyes. "Yeah," he confirms, his thumb gently tracing the line of Sanji's jaw.

Sanji nods slowly, his fingers trembling slightly as he reaches up to touch his face. He runs his hands over his cheeks, his jaw, his temples, as if reassuring himself that he's still here, still whole and that the metal helmet isn't here anymore. Zoro watches him silently, his expression soft with understanding. He knows that the effects of the nightmare won't fade immediately, that the fear and pain will linger for a while longer.

"You're okay, Cook," Zoro murmurs, his voice gentle but firm.

Sanji takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He knows Zoro is right, knows that he's no longer trapped in the nightmare of his past. But the memories still linger, their grip on him refusing to loosen.

"I know," Sanji replies with a little sob, "But it still feels... real."

Zoro's heart aches at the vulnerability in Sanji's voice. He reaches out, gently taking Sanji's hands in his own. "Let me check them," he says softly, his eyes filled with compassion.

Sanji hesitates for a moment, but then nods, allowing Zoro to inspect his hands. Zoro's touch is gentle yet firm as he carefully examines each finger, tracing the lines and contours, checking for any signs of injury.

"They're okay," Zoro reassures him, his voice steady. "No broken bones, no bruises."

Sanji lets out a shaky breath, a wave of relief washing over him. He flexes his fingers experimentally, feeling the familiar sensation of movement and sensation. The phantom pain from his nightmare begins to fade, replaced by the reassuring reality of Zoro's touch.

"You are still shaking like a leaf... are you cold? We can raise the water temperature."

Sanji shakes his head slightly, the warmth of the water and Zoro's comforting presence gradually calming his nerves. "No, I'm okay," he murmurs, his voice still tinged with tension. "It's just... the nightmare. It always leaves me shaken up for a while."

Zoro nods understandingly, his expression filled with empathy. As he says nothing more, despite the water running down Sanji’s face, he can still see that his eyes are full of tears. He approaches him and hugs him. "Let it out, don’t be ashamed."

Sanji hesitates for a moment, but the warmth of Zoro's embrace is too comforting to resist. He leans into Zoro, his body trembling with emotion as he finally allows himself to release the tears that he's been holding back. Zoro holds him tightly, offering silent support as Sanji's tears flow freely. The sound of the water covers the soft sounds of Sanji's sobs. Minutes pass, the water from the shower mixing with Sanji's tears as they cling to each other in the dimly lit bathroom.

"Don't leave me alone..."

"Never, Sanji." Zoro answers as he buries his hand in the blond curls. "You will keep working on yourself, with time, your nightmares will fade away, you will be more and more at peace with yourself. Sometimes you’ll have a harder nightmare, like this one, but every time it happens, then I’ll be there to support you." he says with seriousness and encouragement.

Sanji's heart swells with emotion at Zoro's words, his tears flowing even more freely at the depth of his lover's care and devotion. It's a revelation, a sudden realization of just how much Zoro means to him, and how much he means to Zoro in return.

"You... you really mean that?" Sanji asks, his voice choked with emotion.

Zoro nods, his grip tightening around Sanji as if to reassure him further. "Of course, Shit-Cook. I'll always be here for you, no matter what. You're not alone in this."

Sanji buries his face deeper into Zoro's chest, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude. The weight of his nightmare feels a little lighter now, knowing that Zoro is by his side, ready to support him through whatever challenges may come their way.

"Thank you, Zoro," Sanji whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

Zoro presses a tender kiss to the top of Sanji's head, his own heart brimming with love. "Now you want to boil under this shower or should we do something else to make you feel better?”

Sanji looks up at Zoro, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude, love, and a hint of shyness. "Well, I could think of a few things that might help," he replies with a smile.

Zoro chuckles, "Oh yeah? Care to share your ideas, Cook?"

Sanji leans in closer to Zoro, the warmth of the water and the intimacy of the moment emboldening him. "Could you give me a massage... or maybe just a spoon," he asks, his smile still shy.

Zoro's heart swells at Sanji's request, his expression softening with affection. "Of course, Cook," he murmurs, his voice gentle. "Let's pamper you.”

Sanji's heart flutters with warmth at Zoro's gentle response. He follows Zoro out of the bathroom, a sense of anticipation building within him as they make their way to the galley. The thought of Zoro's strong hands soothing away his tension fills him with a sense of comfort and relaxation.

Once in the galley, they quickly grab a bottle of alcohol and some snacks before making their way to the crow's nest. The night air is cool against their skin as they climb the ladder, the sound of the ship's creaking and the distant waves providing a soothing backdrop to their evening.

They're settled in the cozy space, Zoro gestures for Sanji to sit down comfortably while he retrieves a couple of cushions to make the makeshift massage bed more comfortable. He then pours them each a drink, handing one to Sanji with a warm smile.

"Here you go, Cook," Zoro says.

Sanji smiles gratefully, taking a sip of his drink before settling back against the cushions. He closes his eyes, letting out a contented sigh while Zoro's hands rest on his back. He can still feel Sanji shake like hell.

"Try to relax."

Sanji nods, his muscles still tense despite his efforts to relax. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as Zoro's hands begin to work their magic. With each stroke, he feels himself gradually letting go of the residual tension from his nightmare, but it's a slow process.

Zoro's hands move with practiced skill, his touch firm yet gentle as he works to ease the tension from Sanji's muscles. He focuses on the areas where Sanji holds the most stress, kneading and massaging with precision. As he works, Zoro can feel Sanji's body gradually relaxing under his touch, the knots and tightness beginning to loosen. But every so often, he feels Sanji tremble, a reminder of the lingering effects of his nightmare.

Each time he senses Sanji's distress, Zoro pauses, his hand resting flat against Sanji's back in a silent gesture of reassurance. "It's okay, Cook" he murmurs, his voice soft and soothing. "You've got this."

Sanji nods, grateful for Zoro's comforting presence. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he focuses on the warmth and security of Zoro's touch. Slowly, he feels the tension begin to ebb away, replaced by a sense of calm and peace. He takes another sip of red wine, the liquid warms his throat. Zoro continues the massage, his movements steady and sure. With each stroke, he feels Sanji's muscles yield beneath his touch, the last remnants of tension melting away. And through it all, he remains a steady anchor, offering unwavering support and reassurance to his beloved cook.

"I can still feel you shaking, talk to me Cook."

Sanji exhales softly, the warmth of the wine spreading through him as he tries to gather his thoughts. "It's... it's just the nightmare," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's like... it's like it's still here, you know? Even though I'm awake, I can still feel it."

Zoro's hand pauses in its movements, his gaze filled with empathy as he listens to Sanji's words. He lies down next to Sanji and puts his head on his hand, supported by his elbow. His other hand gently caresses the cook’s back.

Zoro's touch is comforting, his presence a steady anchor in the midst of Sanji's turmoil. Sanji relaxes into Zoro's embrace, the warmth of his body offering solace against the lingering chill of his nightmare.

"Do you want to meditate?" Zoro asks, gently.

Sanji considers Zoro's suggestion, the idea of meditation offering a potential refuge from the turmoil of his mind. "Yeah, that might help," he replies softly, his voice still tinged with the remnants of his nightmare. "Can you... can you guide me through it?"

"Sure, guess what? I can even keep massaging you while I'm guiding you."

"Since when you can multitask, Moss for brain?"

Zoro chuckles softly at Sanji's teasing. "Since forever, Dartbrow. I'm a master of multitasking," he replies with a grin, as he kneels over his lover’s butt, resuming the gentle massage of Sanji's back as he speaks. "Focus on your breath, Cook," he says softly, his voice a gentle murmur. "Inhale deeply, feeling the air fill your lungs. And then exhale slowly, letting go of any tension or stress."

Sanji follows Zoro's instructions, his breathing gradually slowing as he sinks deeper into relaxation. With each breath, he feels the residual tension from his nightmare begin to dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm and peace.

"Now, imagine yourself in a place where you feel completely safe and at ease," Zoro continues, his voice a comforting presence in the darkness behind Sanji's closed eyes. "It could be the Baratie, All Blue, or even right here with me. Let that sense of tranquility wash over you, enveloping you in a warm embrace."

Sanji takes a deep breath, his mind conjuring images of the Baratie, the place where he found purpose and belonging after years of pain and loneliness. He imagines himself standing on the deck, the salty breeze ruffling his hair as he gazes out at the endless expanse of the sea.

The memories of his time at the Baratie flood his mind—the camaraderie of the crew, the satisfaction of cooking for others, the simple joys of sharing meals and laughter. His adopted father, Zeff. He feels a sense of warmth and contentment wash over him, as if he's truly back in that familiar place.

Zoro's hands continue to massage his back, each stroke adding to the feeling of relaxation and peace. Sanji lets himself sink deeper into the meditation, allowing the memories of the Baratie to soothe his troubled mind.

"You're doing great, Cook," Zoro murmurs, his voice filled with pride and affection. "Just keep breathing and let yourself relax."

Sanji's breaths become deeper and more rhythmic as he immerses himself in the meditation, the memories of the Baratie enveloping him like a warm embrace. He can almost hear the sounds of the kitchen—the sizzle of pans, the clatter of dishes, the laughter of his friends and fellow cooks.

With each exhale, Sanji feels himself letting go of the lingering tension and anxiety from his nightmare. He focuses on the sensation of Zoro's hands on his back, the gentle pressure soothing his muscles and grounding him in the present moment.

As he continues to breathe deeply, Sanji feels a sense of peace and calm settle over him. The darkness of his nightmare begins to fade, replaced by the comforting light of his memories. He feels a profound gratitude for the sanctuary of the Baratie and the love and support of his friends and family.

Zoro's voice, soft and reassuring, guides him through the meditation, reminding him to stay present and to let go of any lingering worries or fears. Sanji listens to his words, letting them wash over him like gentle waves, carrying him deeper into a state of relaxation and tranquility.

Minutes pass, the passage of time marked only by the steady rhythm of Sanji's breaths and the gentle touch of Zoro's hands. In this moment, surrounded by the warmth and love of his memories, Sanji finds solace and peace, his heart light and free.

Zoro has a naughty little smile, from his index finger he brushes his spine, from the neck to the limit of his night pants. The effect is immediate, Sanji shivers violently.

"Ooooh wow... that was good..." Moans Sanji.

Zoro's smile widens at Sanji's reaction, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He continues to massage Sanji's back with slow, deliberate strokes, his touch firm yet gentle. But now, he adds in occasional teasing touches, trailing his fingers lightly over Sanji's skin in sweet, tantalizing caresses.

Sanji's body responds to Zoro's touch, his skin covering with goosebumps as he feels the soft, teasing strokes against his back.

"Zoro..." Sanji breathes, his voice a soft moan of pleasure.

Zoro's touches become more playful, his fingers tracing intricate patterns along Sanji's spine, the dip of his waist, the curve of his hips. With each touch, he elicits soft gasps and moans from Sanji. The cook is finally completely relaxed.

"Zoro... can I have a kiss?" He asks, his face buried in the cushion.

Zoro's heart skips a beat at Sanji's request. He leans in closer, his lips hovering just above the nape of Sanji's neck, his breath warm against his skin.

"Of course, Cook," he murmurs.

With gentle hands, he guides Sanji to turn around, so they're facing each other. Their eyes meet, a silent exchange of longing and affection passing between them. Zoro closes the distance between them, capturing Sanji's lips in a tender kiss. It starts soft and slow, a gentle exploration of each other's mouths as they savor the taste, but soon, the kiss deepens.

Sanji melts into the kiss, his body humming with pleasure as he loses himself in the sensation of Zoro's lips against his own. In this moment, there is only Zoro. As they break apart, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, Sanji looks up at Zoro with a soft, adoring smile.

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice filled with love and gratitude. "For tonight..."

Zoro returns Sanji's smile, he brushes Sanji's bangs to admire his face before he kisses him again. Sweet and gentle. He extends his body over Sanji’s to cover him with his power and warmth, giving him a protective cocoon. His hand still buried in the blond locks as the kiss becomes more intense.

Zoro returns Sanji's smile, he brushes Sanji's bangs to admire his face before he kisses him again. Sweet and gentle. He extends his body over Sanji’s to cover him with his power and warmth. With that, Sanji feels safe and cherished, enveloped in a protective cocoon. His hand still buried in the blond locks as the kiss becomes more intense, their breath mingling as they lose themselves in the sensation of each other.

As they finally break apart, their chests heaving with exertion, Sanji gazes up at Zoro with eyes filled with love and longing. "I love you," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity.

Zoro smiles down at him, his own eyes shining with affection. "I love you too, Cook," he replies, his voice soft but filled with conviction. "What do you want, Sanji? What do you want now?"

Sanji takes a deep breath, his fingers gently tracing the outline of Zoro's jaw. "I just want to be close to you," he murmurs, his voice trembling with emotion. "Hold me... make me feel safe."

Zoro's expression softens, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I can do that," he says, his voice a comforting rumble. He shifts slightly, wrapping his arms around Sanji, pulling him even closer without crushing him with his body. The warmth of Zoro's body envelops Sanji, creating a sanctuary where he feels completely protected and cherished.

Sanji buries his face in Zoro's neck, inhaling the familiar scent that always brings him comfort. "Thank you..." he whispers, his voice muffled against Zoro's skin. "Zoro... ?"

Zoro tightens his hold on Sanji, sensing the shift in his lover's emotions. "What is it, Cook?" he asks softly, his hand continuing to gently stroke Sanji's hair.

Sanji hesitates for a moment, his face flushing with warmth, but being trap under Zoro body like that..., "I think I wanna make love...", he admits, his voice barely audible.

"Pffffff," Chuckles Zoro, "Perverted-Cook."

Sanji's blush deepens at Zoro's teasing, but he can't help but smile. "Like you want to complain...”

Zoro's chuckle transforms into a low, affectionate laugh. He leans in, his lips brushing against Sanji's ear as he murmurs, "You're right, I don't want to complain. Not tonight, as long as you feel better this night. Plus, you are too sexy for your safety, Curly." He says as he brushes Sanji's lips with his.

"Sexy, huh?" Sanji murmurs, his voice laced with playful teasing. "Well, you're not so bad yourself, Mosshead."

"Not so bad? Is that really something to say to the guy who’s lying on you and pinning you down, Cook?" Smirks Zoro.

Sanji's lips curl into a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, Mosshead, you've got a point there," he concedes, as he lifts a bit his knee to rub between Zoro's legs.

Zoro meets Sanji's mischievous gaze with a smoldering intensity, his own lips curving into a smirk.

"Careful, Cook," Zoro murmurs, "You are playing with fire."

"I'm a cook, I play with fire every day." He says as he grips on Zoro's shoulders. "Plus… as long as I’m close to you…” Sanji continues, his voice full of vulnerability due to his intense nightmare.

Zoro's expression softens even further, a warm glow spreading through his chest at Sanji's words. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to Sanji's lips, his touch filled with reassurance and love.

"Alright Cook, let's just pamper you tonight."

Sanji's eyes sparkle with gratitude as he feels Zoro's tender kiss, his heart swelling with warmth at the display of affection.

The morning sun filters through the small portholes of the Thousand Sunny's galley, casting warm, golden light across the room. Sanji stands at the stove, his hands expertly moving as he prepares breakfast for the crew. Despite the tiredness etched on his face, there's a certain lightness to his movements, a subtle sway as he hums a soft tune under his breath. It's a rare sight, one that speaks of a night well spent and a heart content.

Luffy bounds into the galley, his nose twitching at the delicious aromas wafting through the air. He spots Sanji at the stove, the cook's lips curling into a faint smile as he continues to hum. Luffy's own face breaks into a wide grin, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Morning, Sanji!" Luffy calls out cheerfully, plopping down at the table with an eager expression. "What's for breakfast today?"

Sanji turns slightly, giving Luffy a tired but genuine smile. "Good morning, Captain. Today, we're having fluffy omelets, crispy bacon, and freshly baked bread. I'll have it ready in just a minute."

Luffy's grin widens even more at the sight of Sanji's smile. He knows that whenever Sanji hums a song while cooking, it means the cook had a particularly enjoyable night. Luffy may not always understand the nuances of relationships, but he recognizes the signs of happiness in his crewmates.

"Did you sleep well, Sanji?" Luffy asks innocently, though there's a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Sanji's cheeks flush ever so slightly, but he continues to focus on the food, flipping an omelet with practiced ease. "Yeah, Luffy, I slept well. Thanks for asking."

Luffy nods, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "That's good! You always make the best food when you're happy."

Sanji chuckles softly, his heart warming at Luffy's innocent observation. "Well, I aim to please, Captain. Just sit tight, breakfast will be served shortly."

As Sanji plates the food, he can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. Despite the fatigue from the previous night's nightmare, the joy and fulfillment of being with Zoro make him happier and stronger. He glances out the porthole for a moment, the sunlight reflecting off the waves, and smiles to himself.

"Alright, Luffy, breakfast is ready. Call everybody," Sanji announces, his voice carrying a hint of satisfaction.

Luffy's eyes light up even more at the prospect of breakfast. He jumps up from his seat, his excitement palpable. "You got it, Sanji!" he exclaims, darting out of the galley with boundless energy.

As Luffy's voice echoes through the ship, calling the rest of the crew to breakfast, Sanji takes a moment to savor the calm before the inevitable chaos. The scent of freshly cooked food fills the air, mingling with the salty breeze coming through the open window. He feels a sense of pride in his work, knowing that he is nourishing his crew and contributing to their happiness.

One by one, the Straw Hat Pirates filter into the galley, each greeted by Sanji with a warm smile and a plate of delicious food. Nami sits down with a grateful sigh, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the omelets. Usopp and Chopper eagerly dig in, their animated chatter filling the room. Robin gives Sanji an appreciative nod, while Franky and Brook make their way to the table, their faces bright with anticipation.

"Everything looks amazing, Sanji!" Nami compliments, taking a bite of her omelet.

Sanji's smile widens. "Thanks, Nami-swaaaan. I'm glad you like it."

Jinbe enters the galley, his large presence bringing a sense of calm and strength to the room. "Good morning, everyone," he rumbles, his voice warm.

"Morning, Jinbe," Sanji replies, handing him a plate. "I hope you're hungry."

"Always," Jinbe responds with a smile, taking his seat.

As the crew enjoys their breakfast, Zoro walks into the galley, his eyes briefly meeting Sanji's. There's a shared moment of understanding and intimacy between them, a silent acknowledgment of the night they shared. Zoro takes his seat, giving Sanji a small, almost imperceptible nod of appreciation.

Sanji's heart swells with warmth as he serves Zoro his plate. "Eat up, Mosshead. You'll need the energy for training later."

Zoro smirks, his usual gruffness softened by the affection in his eyes. "Thanks, Cook."

The lively atmosphere in the galley continues as everyone digs into their breakfast. Sanji hums a cheerful tune as he moves around, refilling plates and making sure everyone has what they need. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the aroma of eggs, bacon, and toasted bread, creating a comforting and homely ambiance.

"Sanji, these pancakes are amazing!" Usopp exclaims, his mouth full. Chopper nods in agreement, his cheeks puffed out like a squirrel's as he devours his own stack.

"Thanks, Usopp! I'm glad you like them," Sanji replies, a hint of pride in his voice.

Robin sips her coffee, a serene smile on her face. "You always outdo yourself, Sanji."

"Robin-chwan, you're too kind!" Sanji says, a lovestruck expression briefly flashing across his face before he turns to check on the others.

Jinbe, with his usual composed demeanor, is savoring his meal. "The food is exceptional, as always, Sanji. It truly starts the day on the right note."

"Appreciate it, Jinbe," Sanji says with a nod, grateful for the compliment from the crew's seasoned helmsman.

Franky is munching on a hearty breakfast sandwich, and Brook is delighting everyone with a short, lively tune on his violin, adding to the cheerful mood.

Luffy, his plate piled high with food, watches the interactions with a knowing smile. He notices Zoro, who is usually gruff and taciturn in the mornings, seems more relaxed and engaged than usual. Zoro is even participating in the conversation, albeit in his typically understated way.

"So, Zoro," Franky says, raising an eyebrow, "you're actually talking this morning. What's the occasion?"

Zoro shrugs nonchalantly, "Just in a good mood, I guess."

"And Sanji is humming again," Luffy says with a big smile, which makes Zoro want to strangle him. "What's the song, Sanji?"

"I don't know, something I heard once."

"I see!" Luffy teases, a mischievous glint in his eye. He pats Zoro's back with a 'good job' vibe, causing Zoro to roll his eyes and mutter under his breath.

"Just eat your breakfast, Luffy," Zoro grumbles, though there's a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Luffy laughs, clearly pleased with himself as he shovels more food into his mouth. The rest of the crew exchanges knowing glances, amused by the playful banter.

The Thousand Sunny sails gracefully across the sparkling waters, the vibrant hues of the island on the horizon growing larger with each passing moment. The crew, gathered on the deck, watches with eager anticipation as they prepare to dock.

"Luffy, look! We're almost there!" Usopp exclaims, pointing excitedly at the approaching island.

Luffy's eyes light up with glee, his grin stretching from ear to ear. "Yeah! I can't wait to see what kind of adventures this island has in store for us!"

Nami stands beside them, looks with the binoculars. "I can see bustling markets, we should be able to restock our supplies."

the crew cheers in agreement, Sanji's thoughts drift to the culinary delights that await them on the island. He imagines the fresh ingredients and exotic spices he'll find in the local markets, his mouth watering at the prospect of creating new dishes.

"Can't wait to get my hands on some rare ingredients," Sanji murmurs to himself, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Robin, who is standing nearby, overhears his comment and chuckles softly. "I'm sure you'll find plenty of inspiration on this island, Sanji."

Sanji nods in agreement, his excitement building with each passing moment. As the Thousand Sunny draws closer to the bustling port, he can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the adventures that await them on this vibrant island.

"Alright, everyone! Let's make landfall!" Luffy shouts, his voice ringing with excitement as he takes his place at the Lion's head.

With deft precision, Jimbe guides the Thousand Sunny into the bustling harbor, where merchants hawk their wares and colorful banners flutter in the breeze. Sanji's eyes light up at the sight of the bustling markets, his mind already racing with ideas for new dishes to create.

"Time to stock up on supplies!" Nami declares, already heading towards the gangplank with her navigator's bag slung over her shoulder. "I need stuff to navigate and mapping, Robin do you want to come with me?"

"Sure, maybe they have a library."

"I would love to come with you my sweet doves!" Sanji starts, giggling, his eyes in heart-shape. "But I have to resupply the food with this captain’s bottomless stomach."

"Take Jimbe, Brook and Zoro with you Sanji-kun, you will need arms." Answers Nami.

Sanji follows close behind, his heart pounding with anticipation as he imagines the culinary treasures that await him in the market stalls. As they disembark onto the bustling streets of the island, he can't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through him.

"Let's split up and meet back here in a few hours," Nami suggests, her gaze sweeping over the bustling marketplace.

"I need to buy some garden stuff, Chopper, Luffy, you want to come with me?" Asks Usopp.

"Sure thing, Usopp!" Luffy replies enthusiastically, already bouncing with anticipation.

Chopper nods eagerly. "Yeah! I want to see all the different plants they have here!"

With the groups divided and their tasks assigned, Sanji leads Jimbe, Brook, and Zoro towards the heart of the bustling marketplace. The air is alive with the sounds of vendors hawking their goods and the vibrant colors of the stalls beckon them forward.

As they navigate through the crowded streets, Sanji's senses are overwhelmed by the sights, sounds, and smells of the market. The tantalizing aroma of exotic spices fills the air, mingling with the savory scent of freshly cooked food and the sweet perfume of ripe fruits.

"Ah, this place is a feast for the senses!" Brook exclaims, his eyes wide with wonder as he takes in the bustling marketplace.

"I can't wait to see what kind of ingredients they have here," Sanji says with a grin, his excitement palpable.

"How can we help you to chose ingredients, Sanji?" Asks Jimbe.

Sanji smiles appreciatively at Jimbe's offer, grateful for the assistance. He scans the bustling marketplace, his eyes alight with curiosity as he takes in the array of stalls and vendors.

"Well, first, let's head to the vegetable stalls," Sanji suggests, leading the group towards a row of colorful displays piled high with fresh produce. "We'll need plenty of greens, root vegetables, and herbs for our meals."

As they peruse the selection, Sanji's trained eye picks out the freshest and most vibrant ingredients, carefully selecting each item with meticulous attention to detail. Jimbe, Brook, and Zoro follow his lead, offering suggestions and assistance as needed.

"These tomatoes look ripe and juicy," Brook remarks, reaching out to gently pluck one from the display. "They'll add a lovely burst of flavor to any dish."

"And these bell peppers are so colorful," Jimbe observes, examining a basket of peppers in varying shades of red, yellow, and green. "They'll make a beautiful addition to our meals."

Zoro is silent, he just prefers to carry groceries and keeps an eye on his lover, enjoying his beauty. The breeze passing through his blond hair. The way cigarette smoke comes out of his nostrils as he can’t catch his cigarette in his hands, already busy. The smile that sticks to his lips as he appreciates the ingredients and explains how to choose them to Jimbe and Brook. And then his dark purple shirt, intense and sexy... Zoro can already imagine taking it off.

But as he gets lost without his thoughts, a little boy runs past him, panicked. A few seconds later, three teenagers follow. One of them touches Sanji without stopping, which surprises the cook. He turns his head and sees the three elderly boys running after the little one. Sanji's heart clenches with a sense of foreboding as he watches the scene unfold before him. He has a bad feeling and he follows the children into the narrow alleyway, his instincts urging him to intervene.

As he rounds the corner, Sanji's worst fears are realized. The three teenagers have cornered the little boy, who cowers on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he pleads for mercy. Memories of his own childhood flood Sanji's mind, haunting him with images of his younger self, beaten by his three brothers, way stronger than him.

Sanji's chest tightens with a familiar ache, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as he confronts the echoes of his past. The weight of his brothers' fists feels all too real, their taunts echoing in his ears as he stands frozen in the alleyway. His muscles tense involuntarily, his body reverting to a defensive stance born from years of abuse and fear. Every blow he endured as a child feels like a fresh wound, reopening old scars that he thought had healed long ago. His heart races in his chest, pounding against his ribs with a painful intensity. The taste of blood fills his mouth, a phantom sensation born from the memories of countless beatings at the hands of his siblings.

As Sanji stands frozen in the grip of his traumatic memories, unable to move, Zoro arrives on the scene with Brook and Jimbe in tow. His eyes narrow with fury as he takes in the sight before him, the sight of the three teenagers cornering the helpless child sparking a fire within him.

Without hesitation, Zoro steps forward, his movements fluid and purposeful. His muscles ripple beneath his shirt, his presence radiating an aura of danger and authority. He confronts the bullies with a steely gaze, his voice low and menacing as he addresses them.

"What do you think you're doing?" Zoro's voice is like a thunderclap, commanding attention and respect. His tone brooks no argument as he towers over the three teenagers, his towering figure casting a long shadow in the dim alleyway.

The bullies shrink back under Zoro's intense gaze, their bravado faltering in the face of his overwhelming presence. They exchange nervous glances, realizing too late that they've picked the wrong fight.

"I-I-I... we were just..." stammers one of the teenagers, his voice trembling with fear.

Zoro's eyes narrow further, his patience wearing thin as he listens to their feeble excuses. He takes a step closer, his expression darkening with anger as he looms over them like a silent sentinel.

"You were just what?" Zoro's voice is like ice, cutting through the tension with razor-sharp precision. "Bullying a defenseless child? Is that how you get your kicks?"

The teenagers cower before Zoro's imposing figure, their faces pale with fear as they realize the gravity of their actions. They exchange nervous glances, unsure of how to respond to the swordsman's righteous fury.

The teenagers cower before Zoro's imposing figure, their faces pale with fear as they realize the gravity of their actions. They exchange nervous glances, unsure of how to respond to the swordsman's righteous fury.

"You think you're tough, picking on someone smaller and weaker than you?" Zoro's voice cuts through the air, sharp and unforgiving. "Why don't you try picking on someone your own size? Or better yet, why don't you try being decent human beings?"

One of the teenagers, emboldened by a desperate sense of pride, tries to muster some defiance. "It's none of your business," he mutters, though his voice lacks conviction.

Zoro's eyes flash with anger, his patience wearing thin. He steps forward with a menacing grace, the sheer intensity of his presence causing the teenagers to shrink back.

"It becomes my business when I see someone being bullied," Zoro growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You need to learn what it feels like to be on the receiving end."

Without warning, Zoro's fist moves in a blur, connecting with the top of the first teenager's head. The force isn't enough to seriously harm but more than enough to drive the point home. The boy yelps in pain, crumpling to the ground as he clutches his head. Zoro doesn't hesitate. He turns to the second teenager, who barely has time to react before Zoro's fist descends upon him. The boy stumbles back, his eyes wide with fear and pain. The third teenager, the one who had tried to muster defiance, looks ready to bolt, but Zoro is faster. His fist comes down with controlled force, causing the boy to cry out and fall to his knees.

Brook and Jimbe don't try to stop him, not at all.

"Feel that?" Zoro's voice is cold and unforgiving as he stands over the three cowering teenagers. "That's what it's like to be the weaker one. Remember this the next time you think about picking on someone smaller than you."

The teenagers, now thoroughly cowed, nod frantically, their faces pale and eyes wide with terror. They scramble to their feet and run off, casting fearful glances over their shoulders as they disappear down the alley. Zoro watches them go, his expression stern but satisfied. He then turns his attention back to Sanji, who, despite his on emotion, approaches the little kid on the ground.

He kneels down, his usually confident demeanor softened by concern as he gently places a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sanji asks, his voice gentle and soothing.

The boy sniffles, wiping his tears with the back of his hand as he looks up at Sanji. "Th-thank you, mister," he stammers, his voice trembling with a mixture of relief and gratitude.

Sanji offers a warm smile, trying to reassure the boy. "It's alright now. Those jerks won't bother you again." He glances back at Zoro, Brook, and Jimbe, grateful for their support. "What's your name, kid?"

"Marco," the boy replies, his voice small but steadier now.

"Well, Marco, how about we get you something to eat?" Sanji suggests, standing up and offering his hand to the boy. "You must be hungry after all that."

Marco nods, a small smile breaking through his tear-streaked face as he takes Sanji's hand. "Okay."

Sanji leads Marco back into the bustling marketplace, the boy clinging to his hand as they navigate through the crowd. Sanji's heart aches with empathy for the child, but also swells with pride and warmth from Zoro's protective actions.

"Zoro-san, you sure know how to teach a lesson!" Comments Brook.

"Hope Sanji will be okay," whispers Jimbe. The helmsman is well aware of what Sanji could feel, he was present at Whole Cake Island, just like Brook.

"Alright, Marco, let's get you something delicious," Sanji says, his voice softening as they approach a food stall. He orders a hearty meal for the boy, including a variety of sweets to brighten his spirits.

As Marco eagerly devours his food, Sanji can't help but watch Zoro from a distance. The swordsman stands nearby, his presence a comforting shadow, ensuring no further trouble comes their way. Sanji feels a rush of gratitude and admiration for Zoro.

"Do you like the food, Marco?" Sanji asks, smiling as the boy nods enthusiastically between bites.

"It's so good! Thank you, mister!" Marco replies, his eyes shining with genuine happiness for the first time since the ordeal began.

Sanji's heart warms at the sight, but his gaze drifts back to Zoro. The memory of Zoro's fierce protection and his unwavering strength plays over in his mind. He thinks about how Zoro stood up for Marco without hesitation, and deep down, he saw himself, as a kid, with Zoro saving him from his brothers.

As he watches Zoro, Sanji's thoughts swirl with emotion. He sees the man who has become his rock, his protector, and his partner. The strength and love Zoro displayed today only reinforce what Sanji has come to realize: He really fucking love that Mosshead.

When Marco finishes his meal, Sanji gently pats his head. "You take care, alright? Stay out of trouble."

Marco nods, a look of newfound determination in his eyes. "I will, mister. Thanks again."

As the boy runs off, Sanji walks over to Zoro, his heart heavy with the weight of his decision but also lightened by the love he feels for the swordsman.

"Zoro," Sanji begins, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Thank you."

Zoro's expression softens as he looks at Sanji, the tension from earlier melting away. "You don't need to thank me," Zoro replies, his voice calm and reassuring. "I did what anyone would do."

Nobody did that when I needed it.

"Sanji, shall we keep gathering food to resupply the Sunny?" Asks Jimbe.

"Yeah, we have a lot more to do." he answers, cutting the awkward moment.

The group continues through the bustling market, gathering fresh produce, spices, and other supplies for the Thousand Sunny. Sanji's expert eye and culinary knowledge guide them as they select the best ingredients, while Zoro, Brook, and Jimbe handle the heavier lifting. As they finish gathering the last of their supplies, they regroup with the rest of the crew at the agreed meeting spot. Nami, who has been coordinating with Robin and Usopp, checks her Log Pose and looks up at the crew.

"We've got everything we need," Nami announces, a satisfied smile on her face. "But the Log Pose needs one night to reset before we can set sail."

Luffy's eyes light up with excitement. "That means we have time to explore more of the island! Maybe find some cool adventures!"

Robin chuckles softly, "It sounds like a good opportunity to relax and enjoy ourselves for a bit."

Usopp nods enthusiastically. "And I saw a workshop with some amazing tools! I want to check it out."

"There's also a beautiful garden near the center of town," Chopper adds. "I'd love to see the local plants and maybe learn about some new herbs."

Sanji, feeling the weight of the day's events but also a sense of accomplishment, glances at Zoro. "How about we all meet back at the ship by tomorrow?"

The crew agrees, their excitement palpable as they split into smaller groups to explore the island further. Nami and Robin head towards the local markets to gather navigational and historical information, while Usopp and Chopper set off to find the workshop and garden, respectively. Luffy darts off in search of adventure, his enthusiasm boundless.

Sanji, Zoro, Jimbe, and Brook return to the ship with their gathered supplies. As they unload and store the food, Sanji can't help but feel a lingering warmth from the earlier events. The memory of Zoro's protective actions and the way he stood up for Marco replay in his mind, filling him with a deep sense of love and admiration.

"Alright, everything's stored," Jimbe announces, his deep voice breaking the silence. "What's your plan for the evening? I think I'll find Luffy and stick with him, I'm afraid he could create some troubles."

Sanji wipes his hands on a towel and turns to Jimbe, nodding appreciatively. "Thanks, Jimbe. Keeping an eye on Luffy is always a good idea."

Jimbe gives a small smile and nods in return. "I'll make sure he doesn't cause too much trouble. See you later."

"I'm going to guard the ship tonight. You two should go enjoy yourself!" Declares Brook.

"We aren't going to leave you alone, Brook!" Answers Sanji with a smile.

"Oh no, don't bother me! I'm sure, you crave to go on a date! Ah watching you make me blush, even if I don't have cheeks to blush! Yohohoho!"

Sanji and Zoro both feel a wave of embarrassment wash over them at Brook's teasing suggestion. Sanji quickly turns his head to hide the faint blush creeping up his cheeks, while Zoro scowls, trying to maintain his usual stoic demeanor.

"Oi, Brook, keep your jokes to yourself," Zoro grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away.

Sanji, trying to regain his composure, clears his throat. "Yeah, don't get any ideas. We just... had a long day. Need some rest."

Brook chuckles, his bony shoulders shaking. "Of course, of course. But seriously, you two deserve some time to relax. I'll handle things here."

Sanji exchanges a glance with Zoro, who gives a small nod. "Fine, but if anything happens, you call us right away," Sanji says, his voice firm despite the lingering blush.

"Understood," Brook replies with a playful salute. "Now, go on, enjoy the evening, my lovebirds!"

Sanji's blush deepens at Brook's teasing, and he clears his throat again, trying to mask his embarrassment. Zoro grumbles something unintelligible under his breath, but there's a faint hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Alright, alright, we're going," Sanji says, mustering as much dignity as he can despite the teasing.

With one last nod to Brook, Sanji and Zoro make their way into the town, the sounds of the bustling marketplace fading into the distance behind them. The evening air is cool and refreshing, a welcome relief from the heat of the day.

As they walk through the narrow streets, Sanji can't help but steal glances at Zoro out of the corner of his eye. Despite the embarrassment of Brook's teasing, there's a warmth spreading through him at the thought of spending the evening with Zoro.

"I know Brook was just joking, but... maybe he's right," Sanji says, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

Zoro raises an eyebrow, looking at Sanji curiously. "Right about what?"

Sanji hesitates for a moment, then takes a deep breath. "About us...um...Do you... do you wanna go on a date?"

Zoro's expression softens, surprise flickering in his eyes at Sanji's question. For a moment, he seems taken aback, as if he hadn't expected Sanji to suggest something like this. Then, a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and he nods.

"Yeah, I'd like that," Zoro replies, his voice gentle.

Sanji's heart skips a beat at Zoro's response, relief flooding through him. He had been worried about how Zoro would react, but seeing the genuine warmth in his eyes fills him with happiness.

"Great!" Sanji says, unable to keep the grin off his face. "I know just the place."

Together, they continue their stroll through the town, the awkwardness of the moment fading away as they fall into easy conversation. Sanji leads Zoro to a little inn tucked away in a quiet corner of the town, its cozy atmosphere and warm lighting inviting them inside.

"There is an onsen inside!" Sanji says with a warm smile.

Zoro's eyes light up with interest at Sanji's suggestion. "Sounds perfect," he says, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Sanji leads the way into the inn, feeling a sense of anticipation building within him. The prospect of spending time with Zoro in such a tranquil setting fills him with a warm sense of happiness. As they step inside, they're greeted by the soothing sounds of running water and the gentle steam rising from the onsen. Sanji leads Zoro to the reception desk, where they're greeted by a friendly innkeeper.

"Welcome to our inn," the innkeeper says with a warm smile. "Are you here for the onsen?"

Sanji nods enthusiastically. "Yes, please. Two passes for the onsen, if you don't mind. And a room for two!"

"Separate beds or double bed?"

Sanji's heart skips a beat at the innkeeper's question, but he quickly recovers, a slight flush coloring his cheeks. He exchanges a quick glance with Zoro before answering.

"A double bed, please," Sanji says, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

The innkeeper nods understandingly and hands them their passes for the onsen along with the key to their room, and a set of towels. "Of course, I'll prepare your room right away. Enjoy your stay!"

"Thank you," Sanji replies with a grateful smile as they take the key and head towards the changing rooms.

Once they're changed and ready, they make their way to the onsen, the anticipation of a new date filling the air between them. Sanji loves going in a date with Zoro, until now, it always works pretty good. First they go to the shower side of the onsen. They have to clean themselves before going into the warm water of the onsen. They step into the shower area of the onsen, the warm water cascading down over them. Sanji can't help but steal glances at Zoro as they wash, his heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Zoro seems relaxed, the tension of the day melting away as he enjoys the warmth of the water. Sanji takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He reminds himself that this is just another date, albeit a special one, and he shouldn't let his nerves get the best of him.

As they finish washing, Sanji's mind drifts back to the events of earlier in the day. The memory of Zoro stepping in to protect the little boy from bullies fills him with a mix of emotions. On one hand, he's grateful for Zoro's strength and courage, and the way he made sure that the boy was safe. But on the other hand, it brings back painful memories of his own past, memories that he's still fighting during his nights...

The trauma of his childhood resurfaces, threatening to overwhelm him with feelings of fear and helplessness. But as Sanji steps into the onsen beside Zoro, he feels a sense of comfort wash over him. The warmth of the water soothes his tense muscles, and the presence of Zoro by his side fills him with a sense of security that he hasn't felt in a long time.

Sanji says nothing as they sink into the warm waters of the onsen, his thoughts consumed by the image of Zoro standing tall and unwavering in the face of danger. Despite the pain of his past, he knows that he's not alone anymore. Zoro sees him for who he truly is—a strong and capable man, worthy of respect. Worthy of one billion berries. And, worthy to be loved.

And at that moment, surrounded by the gentle embrace of the onsen, Sanji feels a sense of peace settle over him. He rests his upper body against the edge of the pelvis, crossing his arms and putting his head on it. As he closes his eyes, he feels Zoro’s hand shifting his wet hair away from his face.

"You okay, Curly-brow?"

Sanji takes a moment to collect himself, the warmth of the onsen and Zoro's comforting presence easing the turmoil within him. He opens his eyes and meets Zoro's concerned gaze, grateful for the genuine concern in his mossy green eyes.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Sanji replies, his voice soft but steady. "Just... thinking about today. About what you did for that kid."

Zoro nods, understanding flickering in his eyes. "It hit a nerve, huh?"

Sanji exhales slowly, nodding in response. "Yeah... It brought back some memories... I wish I had a Zoro to teach my brothers a lesson when I was little..."

"You have a Zoro now." He says, offering a smile to Sanji.

"But... You are always here when I have nightmares. And you were here during the treatment of the microchip. You protect the crew, you protect... me..." Sanji starts as he looks away. "But me... tell me the true Zoro, what do I bring to you in this relationship? What do I, Sanji, as a man bring to our relationship?"

Zoro's expression softens as he listens to Sanji's words, his gaze unwavering as he takes in every word. He reaches out, gently tilting Sanji's chin so their eyes meet once again.

"Sanji, you bring so much to our relationship," Zoro says, his voice sincere and earnest. "You bring warmth, kindness, and a strength that's unlike anything I've ever known. You're the heart of this crew, always putting others before yourself, always willing to fight for what's right."

He pauses, his thumb brushing lightly against Sanji's cheek. "And to me, you bring love. You bring laughter, rivalry, good fight, wisdom and guidance. You helped me to understand Enma, you value me as a swordsman and you never question my choice as the second of this crew. More important, you give me a sense of home that I've never felt before. You're the one who makes my world brighter, who makes every day worth fighting for my dream."

Sanji's heart swells with emotion as he listens to Zoro's heartfelt words. The sincerity in Zoro's voice, the warmth in his touch, it all fills Sanji with a sense of belonging and love that he's never known before.

"Zoro..." Sanji's voice catches in his throat, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion coursing through him. "Am I... really not a burden to your dream? A failure... ?" He asks, as tears appear in the corner of his eyes.

"No. You are my equal, stupid Cook."

Zoro's response washes over Sanji like a soothing balm, dispelling the doubts and insecurities that had plagued him. The tears in his eyes give way to a small, watery smile as he gazes up at Zoro, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude.

"Alright, stupid swordsman, I... I really believe you." Sanji whispers, his voice filled with sincerity, as mush as his mind and heart.

Zoro's smile widens at Sanji's words, his heart swelling with affection for the cook who means so much to him. He reaches out and gently wipes away the tears that linger on Sanji's cheeks, his touch tender and reassuring.

"You better believe me, Curly-brow," Zoro replies, his voice soft but firm. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

Sanji nods, a small chuckle escaping him despite the lingering traces of emotion. "Yeah…”

With those words, the last of Sanji's doubts and insecurities melt away, leaving only the warmth of Zoro's love and the promise of a future filled with happiness and strength.

"C'mere," Zoro gestures to Sanji.

Sanji moves closer to Zoro, drawn by the comforting warmth of his presence. As he settles beside Zoro in the onsen, their bodies close but not touching, he feels a sense of peace wash over him. Zoro wraps an arm around Sanji's shoulders, pulling him close in a gentle embrace. The water laps at their skin, its warmth seeping into their bones and melting away the tension of the day. For a long moment, they simply sit together in silence, basking in each other's company. The weight of the world seems to lift from Sanji's shoulders, replaced by a profound sense of contentment and belonging.

"Hey, Cactus face, tonight, make love to me." Sanji says with a strangely casual tone.

"It's a date, we paid a room in an inn, I intended to."

"No I mean... tonight, you can fuck me."

Zoro freezes for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise at Sanji's unexpected request. The warm water of the onsen sloshes around him as he flows. He tries to process what Sanji just said. He opens his mouth to respond, but no words come out. His mind races, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirling within him. He never expected Sanji to be so direct, so... forward about something like this.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Zoro manages to find his voice. "Cook... are you sure?"

Sanji meets Zoro's gaze with unwavering determination, his eyes shining with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Zoro's shock slowly gives way to a flood of conflicting emotions—surprise, uncertainty, but above all, a deep sense of gratitude and love for the man beside him. And a huge wave of excitement go straight into his lower abdomen. He reaches out, grabbing Sanji in a tight embrace.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll do that! I will ravish you, my dear and lovely Sanji." He declares with a silly voice and desire.

Sanji can't help but laugh at Zoro's enthusiastic response, his heart lightened by the swordsman's genuine excitement. He returns Zoro's embrace, feeling a surge of affection for the man who never fails to surprise him.

"Alright, alright, Mosshead," Sanji says, a smile playing on his lips. "But let's save the ravishing for later, huh? We're still in a public onsen, remember?"

"Right, right. Patience, Roronoa, patience." He says as his grip tightens.

Sanji leans back slightly to look at Zoro, his smile faltering as he notices a trickle of blood dripping from Zoro's nose. His eyes widen in shock and disbelief as he realizes what's happening.

"Zoro, you're..." Sanji starts, his voice trailing off as he stares at the nosebleed in astonishment. "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE A NOSEBLEED, PERVERTED MOSSHEAD!"

"Nahhh... I can't have a nosebleed..." Answers Zoro still perky.

Sanji's shock quickly gives way to disbelief and amusement at Zoro's denial. He can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Zoro, look at yourself! You're practically gushing blood!" Sanji exclaims, gesturing to the stream of blood running down Zoro's chin.

Zoro reaches up to touch his nose, his expression morphing from confusion to embarrassment as he realizes the extent of his nosebleed. "Oh... I guess I do have a nosebleed..."

Sanji chuckles, unable to resist teasing Zoro further. "And here I thought I was the only one with a perverted side. Looks like you've got some competition, Mosshead."

Zoro's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but he can't help but laugh along with Sanji. "Sorry..."

"Why don’t we get out of the baths and discover our room?" said Sanji with a mischievous smile.

"Yeeeeees!"

With a playful twinkle in his eye, he gestures for Zoro to follow as they make their way out of the baths and back to the changing room, they dress in bathrobes and come out of the onsen, damp hair and full of good smells.

As they step into the hallway, Sanji can't help but feel a sense of nervousness bubbling within him. The prospect of being bottom scares him even if he really wants it. The air is filled with a sense of anticipation, the promise of a night filled with love and passion hanging heavy between them.

They reach their room and step inside, it's simple but cozy and inviting. The bed is covered with white sheets and the pillows look fluffy. There is a little table with a lantern that cast a warm light. The windows offer sea views. There is a storage for their clothes and a little bathroom.

Zoro closes the door behind them, his eyes sparkling with excitation, while Sanji turns to face him and asks with a voice full of stress and envy. "So... what now?"

Zoro notices the tension in Sanji's voice and the uncertainty in his eyes. His own excitement dims slightly as he realizes the weight of Sanji's nervousness. He steps closer, closing the distance between them, his expression gentle and reassuring.

"Well, I don't think my dominant side is appropriate for tonight," Zoro suggests, his voice soft and teasing at the same time. "You want something sweet and slow, maybe?"

Sanji's tension eases slightly at Zoro's teasing tone, a small chuckle escaping him despite his nerves. He appreciates Zoro's effort to lighten the mood, and the suggestion of something sweet and slow sounds appealing.

"Yeah, that sounds... nice," Sanji agrees, his voice softening with relief. "Let's go with that."

Zoro nods in agreement, a warm smile playing on his lips. "Alright, then. Sweet and slow it is."

Zoro's smile widens at Sanji's agreement, his heart swelling with tenderness for the cook beside him. He reaches out, taking Sanji's hand in his own, and leads him towards the bed. Zoro gently lays Sanji on the mattress before climbing on him, lying all over his body without leaving the cook’s eyes. Zoro leans in, pressing his lips against Sanji's in a sweet and lingering kiss.

Sanji's heart flutters at the contact, his nerves gradually giving way to a sense of warmth and intimacy. He responds eagerly to Zoro's kiss, his fingers tangling in the fabric of Zoro's bathrobe as he pulls him closer. Zoro's touch is gentle and unhurried as he explores Sanji's lips, his kisses soft and feather-light. He takes his time, savoring the taste and feel of Sanji's mouth against his own, wanting to make every moment count.

As their kisses deepen, Zoro's hands begin to wander, trailing gently along Sanji's jawline and into his hair. He caresses Sanji's cheek with his thumb, his touch tender and affectionate as he cups the cook's face in his hand. Sanji sighs softly into the kiss, his body melting beneath Zoro's touch. He arches into Zoro's embrace, his fingers threading through the swordsman's hair as he pulls him closer.

Their tongues dance together in a sensual rhythm, exploring and tasting each other with a quiet intensity. Maybe a stronger intensity than usual. Zoro gently bites Sanji's lower lip, blending their breath. They are playing with each other mouth, sometimes Zoro steps back a bit so that they can look each other in the eyes and Sanji takes the opportunity to lick the swordsman’s lips, provocative. Zoro likes to respond by grabbing the playful tongue to suck it.

Lost in the intoxicating dance of their tongues, Sanji and Zoro find themselves completely immersed in the moment, their passion growing with each passing second. Sanji moans softly as Zoro's lips leave a trail of fiery kisses along his jawline, licking his chin's hairs. He can feel the teeth come down to nibble his Adam's Apple. Zoro's hand find the belt that hold the bathrobe and undo it before removing the sides of it. His warm hands caress flat the offered breast, savoring the softness of his skin.

"Damn, you're beautiful," Zoro murmurs against Sanji's skin, his voice so full of desire.

Sanji's feels a flush spreading across his cheeks. "You're not so bad yourself, Mosshead," he replies with a playful grin.

Zoro chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against Sanji's neck as he continues to tease the milky skin. His tongue traces a path along Sanji's jugular, while his fingers brushes one of Sanji's shoulder, eliciting little sound of pleasure from the cook.

"Feeling okay for now, Cook?"

"Yeah it's not... out of my comfort zone yet..." Sanji answers as he’s worried about when things will get more... between his butt.

Zoro nods understandingly, his expression filled with warmth and reassurance. He places a gentle kiss on Sanji's lips before pulling back slightly to meet his gaze.

"I promised you to take it slow. You tell me if you need to stop or if anything feels uncomfortable," Zoro says softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

Sanji nods, feeling a rush of gratitude for Zoro's understanding and patience. "Yeah, don't worry if you can take a dick in the ass, there is no way I can't." he continues with the familiar rivalry tone.

Zoro chuckles at Sanji's teasing, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "We'll see about that, Cook," he replies playfully, before capturing Sanji's lips in another sweet kiss.

Zoro continues to undress Sanji, their movements are slow and deliberate, each touch filled with tenderness and longing. Sanji's bathrobe slips off his shoulders, revealing his bare, pale skin to Zoro's eager eyes. With gentle hands, Zoro helps Sanji out of the robe.

Once they're both fully undressed, Zoro settles back on the bed, pulling Sanji onto his lap with care. Sanji straddles Zoro's waist, their bodies pressed close together in a heated embrace. Zoro's arms wrap around Sanji's waist, pulling him closer as their lips meet in a flurry of passion. Their kisses are hungry and desperate.

Sanji moans softly against Zoro's lips, his hands grabbing on the swordsman's broad shoulders. Zoro slides his fingers along the cook’s spine, making him shiver, he growls by drawing the curve because he dreams of cambering Sanji. The blond buries his head in Zoro's neck to kiss his warm skin.

"How can you be always so warm, Zoro?"

"I guess I'm just naturally hot-blooded," Zoro replies with a teasing grin, his hands trailing down Sanji's back in a comforting gesture. "Or maybe it's just you who is always cold!"

Sanji pulls back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes as he meets Zoro's teasing gaze. "Hey, I'll have you know that I'm perfectly capable of generating my own heat," he retorts, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "But it's nice to have you around to keep me warm, Mosshead."

Zoro laughs softly, the warmth of his amusement filling the air between them. "Well, I'm glad I can be of service," he says, his voice tinged with affection as he pulls Sanji closer. "How about I warm you up now?"

Sanji's smirk widens into a mischievous grin as he leans in closer to Zoro, their faces just inches apart. "I'd like to see you try, Mosshead," he challenges.

Zoro's lips curl into a confident smile as he accepts the challenge, his hands sliding down Sanji's back in a slow and deliberate motion. "Consider it done,"

With that, Zoro moves between them to grab Sanji's cock. He slowly strokes him without leaving his eyes while his lover bites his lips to suppress a moan, his body responding eagerly to Zoro's skilled touch.

"Are you warming up already, Icy-cook?" Zoro asks, provocative, as his thumb teases the tip of Sanji's length.

"Shut up, Mosshead," Sanji retorts, his voice laced with a mixture of arousal and playful defiance. "I'm not that easy to warm up."

"Is that so..." Zoro replies, as he starts to stroke Sanji more firmly and with confidence.

Sanji's body responds eagerly to Zoro's ministrations, his hips instinctively bucking against Zoro's hand as he seeks more friction. Each stroke sends jolts of ecstasy racing through him, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure. He bites his lip to stifle a moan, his hands clutching at the sheets near his legs as he struggles to maintain control. Zoro's touch is relentless, driving him crazy. But despite the overwhelming pleasure, Sanji refuses to give in so easily. He meets Zoro's gaze with a defiant glare, his eyes smoldering with desire and determination.

"I'm not... gonna... lose to you... so easily," Sanji manages to choke out between ragged breaths, his voice filled with a mixture of arousal and stubborn pride.

"I know you won't... maybe I should stop, it's pointless." He says, mercyless, as he releases the cook's length.

"Wha— Zoro, you bastard," Sanji manages to gasp out, his voice a mix of frustration and desire. He reaches out, grabbing Zoro's wrist in a desperate attempt to regain the contact he craves.

Zoro smirks, his eyes dancing with mischief as he watches Sanji's reaction. "What's the matter, Cook? I thought you said you weren't gonna lose so easily,"

"C'mon, you promised to be all sweet...", tries Sanji in order to crack Zoro.

"Alright, alright, no need to get all pouty, Cook," Zoro replies with a playful glint in his eye. "I was just teasing. You know I can't resist you for long."

With that, Zoro leans in to capture Sanji's lips in a passionate kiss, his hand resuming its ministrations on Sanji's cock with renewed fervor. Sanji's protests melt away into a moan of pleasure as he gives himself over to the sensation, his body arching into Zoro's touch with abandon.

"You're so hard... Cook, Just watching your sexy body turn me on so bad."

Shivers ran down Sanji’s body from the swordsman's touch and his fiery words. He meets Zoro's gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and vulnerability.

"You're... unbelievable," Sanji manages to gasp out, his voice trembling with desire. "But... I like it."

Zoro's smirk softens into a tender smile as he watches Sanji's reaction. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against Sanji's ear as he continues to stroke him with expert precision. "Good," he murmurs, "Because I want to make you feel amazing."

With that, Zoro's hand moves with deliberate, rhythmic strokes, his thumb occasionally teasing the sensitive tip of Sanji's cock. The intensity of his touch builds, drawing Sanji closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. All the while, Zoro's other hand explores Sanji's body, caressing his chest and tracing the lines of his muscles, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

"I know you nervous about the next... so, is there something you want me to do before the serious part?" Zoro asks with sincerity.

"I... I just want you to go slow," Sanji admits, his voice soft but steady. "And... keep talking to me. I like hearing your voice."

Zoro nods, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Alright, I'll go slow and keep talking to you," he promises, his hand never ceasing its rhythmic motion between his legs. "You're doing great, Cook. Just focus on the pleasure, okay?"

Sanji nods, his body relaxing slightly at Zoro's reassuring words. He trusts Zoro completely, knowing that the swordsman will take care of him and respect his boundaries.

Zoro's hand continues its expert strokes, drawing Sanji closer to the edge of ecstasy. His other hand moves to cup Sanji's face, his thumb brushing over Sanji's cheek in a tender gesture. "You feel so good. I love touching you like this, making you feel good. You're so strong and handsome."

Sanji's heart swells at Zoro's words, the affection and admiration in his voice sending a rush of warmth through him. He leans into Zoro's touch, his eyes closing as he lets himself be carried away by the sensation, trusting Zoro to guide him through the intense pleasure.

"What else do you want, Cook? How do you want me to touch you?"

Sanji is already going crazy from the pleasure Zoro's touch is giving him; his breath caught at his question. Zoro's intense, loving gaze meets his wide open eyes.

"Can you... touch me with your mouth too?" Sanji whispers, his voice trembling with a mixture of desire and vulnerability.

Zoro's smile widens, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "I can do that," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He leans in, capturing Sanji's lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring the cook's mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.

As they kiss, Zoro's hand never stops working, making Sanji shakes on his lap. His other hand trails down Sanji's chest, fingers brushing over his nipples before moving lower, teasing the sensitive skin of his abdomen. Breaking the kiss, Zoro lowers his head, his lips trailing a path of wet kisses down Sanji's neck and chest. He pauses to tease each nipple with his tongue, swirling his tongue around them before giving each one a gentle bite until Sanji's moans fill the room.

"Mhh... You're so responsive... I love seeing you like this."

Sanji's fingers tangle in Zoro's hair, his body arching into the swordsman's touch. "Zoro... please..."

Zoro smirks against Sanji's skin, his hand tightening its grip on Sanji's length as he continues to stroke him with expert precision. "Please what, Cook? Tell me what you want."

"I want you... I want you to suck me," he finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your blowjobs are the best I've ever had, you're so good at it..."

Zoro's heart skips a beat at Sanji's admission, a surge of pride swelling within him. "Your wish is my command, Cook," he replies with a teasing smile, his eyes locking onto Sanji's as he puts him back on the bed.

Without breaking eye contact, Zoro's lips begin their descent, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses down Sanji's body. The cook's fingers tightening in Zoro's hair as he watches the swordsman's slow, deliberate journey down his body. Zoro particularly likes to follow the line of hair from his belly button to his groin with his tongue.

Zoro's lips hover over Sanji's length for a moment, his hot breath teasing the sensitive skin. He looks up, catching Sanji's gaze once more, and gives him a cocky smile before taking him into his mouth. Sanji lets out a moan, his head falling back as the sensation overwhelms him. Zoro moves with practiced ease, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to bring Sanji the maximum amount of pleasure. He takes his time, alternating between slow, deep sucks and quick, teasing flicks of his tongue, driving Sanji wild.

“Oh my… Zoro… Hummm… How you do that…” Sanji's moans fill the room, his body trembling with each expert movement of Zoro's mouth. He can barely keep his composure, the pleasure so intense it feels almost unbearable. "Zoro..., I'm... I can't hold on..."

Zoro hums in response, the vibrations sending a jolt of ecstasy through Sanji's body. He increases his pace, his hand joining in to stroke the base of Sanji's length in time with his mouth. The combined sensation makes Sanji cry, his climax building rapidly. But before he can come, Zoro releases his cock with a wet pop and ignores the cute little moan of frustration from Sanji. He reaches for the small vial of lube and pours a good amount on his fingers. Seeing this brings back Sanji's nervousness like a storm.

Zoro notices the shift in Sanji's expression, the return of nerves making his lover tense up. He pauses, his eyes softening with understanding as he gently takes Sanji's hand in his own, squeezing it reassuringly.

"Hey, look at me," Zoro says softly, waiting until Sanji's gaze meets his own. "We can stop anytime. I'm here for you, okay?"

Sanji nods, his breath shaky but his resolve firm. "It’s okay, Zoro."

Zoro smiles warmly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to Sanji's lips before moving back down. He takes his time, his touch slow and deliberate as he coats his fingers with the lube, making sure they’re warm before he gently circles Sanji's entrance.

"Just relax, Curly. Breathe with me," Zoro murmurs, his voice a soothing balm as he presses kisses to Sanji's thigh. He slowly, carefully, slides one finger inside, watching Sanji's face for any signs of discomfort.

Sanji gasps at the intrusion, but he focuses on Zoro's steady presence, the feel of his hands, the warmth of his body. He nods, exhaling a shaky breath as he adjusts to the sensation. Zoro's finger moves with care, easing in and out in a slow, gentle rhythm.

"That's it, you're doing great," Zoro encourages, his free hand stroking Sanji's thigh in a comforting gesture. He waits until Sanji's breathing steadies before adding a second finger, the sensation both strange and intimate.

"Damn it..." Sanji blows between his teeth.

"Does it hurt, Cook?"

"No but... it resists a little, not very comfortable."

Zoro's eyes fill with concern as he pauses, his movements halting immediately. "Do you want me to stop? We can take a break, do something else, or even try again another time," he offers, his voice gentle and filled with sincerity.

Sanji shakes his head, his resolve firm despite the discomfort. "No, it's okay. Just... I'll get used to it," he replies, determination etched on his face.

Zoro nods, his expression softening with understanding. "Alright, just tell me if it gets too much, okay?" He leans down to press another kiss to Sanji's thigh, a silent promise of his support and patience.

He resumes his movements, his fingers easing in and out with an even gentler touch. Zoro's other hand continues to stroke Sanji's leg, offering comfort. As he moves, he keeps his eyes on Sanji's face, watching for any signs of discomfort. Sanji focuses on Zoro's steady presence, his breaths coming in slow, measured intervals. Gradually, the initial resistance gives way, and the discomfort begins to fade. Zoro's patience and tender touch make the process easier, the cook's body slowly adjusting to the intrusion.

"How does it feel now?" Zoro asks, his voice barely above a whisper, his concern evident.

"It's... better," Sanji admits, his voice shaky but more relaxed. "You can keep going."

Zoro smiles, relief and affection flooding his expression. He continues to stretch Sanji with care, he decides to take his length slightly softened back into his mouth again to distract him a bit, using the expertise of his tongue. Sanji's moans immediatly, the warm movements of his tongue providing a delicious distraction from the stretching sensation. His hands find their way back into Zoro's hair, holding on tightly as he focuses on the waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Zoro's fingers continue their gentle, rhythmic movements inside Sanji, stretching him with care and patience. The dual sensations—Zoro's mouth on his cock and his fingers inside him—create an overwhelming mix of feelings. Zoro curls a bit his digits, starting to search for something good. Following some pressure, Sanji’s body contracts when he doesn’t understand what is happening. Zoro pulls out his mouth and comes back to the same place. Once again, Sanji’s body arches as his breath freezes.

"What do you feel, Cook?"

"I... I'm not sure," Sanji admits, his voice trembling with a mixture of arousal and uncertainty. "It's... different."

Zoro focuses on maintaining a steady rhythm, pressing at the same place because Sanji might not understand it yet, but Zoro knows he's simulating his prostate. With gentle pressure, he circles around the area, hoping to elicit a pleasurable response. It's a strange feeling, intense and unfamiliar, but there's an underlying current of something that Sanji can't ignore.

"Zoro..." Sanji breathes, his voice filled with curiosity. "What... what are you doing?"

Zoro smiles softly, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I'm trying to make you feel good, Cook," he replies, his voice gentle and reassuring. He decides to press harder on the spot and this time he sees the cook’s skin covered in goosebumps, as he releases a deep sigh. "Hey, there. Starting to feel good, huh?"

"I don't know... it feels... so different...”

As Zoro's touch persists, the intensity begins to shift, morphing from unfamiliar to something more recognizable. A slow, building warmth spreads through Sanji's body, accompanied by a tingling sensation that leaves his skin alive with sensation. Zoro's persistence pays off as Sanji's body responds, his muscles relaxing further and his breaths coming easier. The discomfort fades, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure and excitement.

"Oh... I think... I think I like it," Sanji admits, his voice filled with wonder and amazement. "It feels... really good."

"Yeah? What if I do that at the same time?" Zoro asks, before swallowing his cock one more time as he keeps fingering his lover, making sure to touch his sweet spot each time.

The dual stimulation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Sanji's body, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. Each stroke of Zoro's fingers against his sweet spot starts to send sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

"Oh, gods... Zoro," Sanji gasps, his voice trembling with ecstasy. "What is this..."

Zoro hums in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through Sanji's length. He increases the pace of his movements, his fingers working faster inside Sanji while his mouth continues its relentless assault. The cook doesn't realize that Zoro just add a third finger.

"Zoro... oh, Zoro," Sanji gasps, his voice filled with a heady mix of pleasure and disbelief. "What are you... doing to me?"

Zoro stops what is doing with his mouth to gently nibble at the Sanji's thigh. "Does it feel good? Are you feeling relaxed, Cook?”

Sanji's breath comes in ragged gasps, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure and confusion. "Yes... it feels so good," he manages to reply, his voice trembling. "I never... I never knew it could feel like this."

"I can feel you’re very loose down there." He says as he presses his fingers on the cook's prostate, earning a deep moan. "Do you think you are ready for me? Or if it's too much, I can just make you come like that with my fingers and mouth. Your call." Zoro whispers, sweet and serious.

Sanji feels loose, open, and deeply connected to Zoro in a way he never imagined possible. The tenderness in Zoro's voice, combined with the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body, makes him feel safe and cherished.

After a moment of contemplation, Sanji meets Zoro's gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of trust and desire. "I... I think I'm ready," he whispers, his voice steady despite the tremor of anticipation in it while Zoro removes his fingers. "What's... the best position to do that the first time...?

Zoro's expression softens further at Sanji's question, his eyes filled with understanding and tenderness. "There are a few positions that might be more comfortable for your first time," he says gently, his voice steady and reassuring. "The one with you lying on your back with your legs around my waist, not the perfect one but it's romantic, the thing you like. The best one is that you should get on your hands and knees. Easier to enter, but I don’t think you want to find yourself unable to see or hold me. Or you can ride me and control it.”

Sanji listens carefully to Zoro's explanation, weighing the options in his mind. Each position has its advantages and disadvantages, but ultimately, he knows he wants to feel connected to Zoro during this intimate moment.

"I want to be on my back," Sanji decides, his voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in his stomach. "I want to see your face, Zoro." He tries his best to stay calm but he is scared. "Damn, I know you are big, how the hell are you going to put this thing in me..."

Zoro's cheeks flush with a faint blush at Sanji's comment about his size, but he smiles warmly, his eyes shining with affection. "H-hey, you are big too... and I took it so..." This time, it's Sanji who's blushing about the compliment.

Sanji watches nervously as Zoro reaches for the lube, feeling a surge of apprehension at the thought of what's to come. Despite his nerves, he's determined to go through with it, knowing that he trusts Zoro completely. But then Sanji's eyes widen with realization.

"Wait... I haven't done anything for you," he says, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "Let me... let me touch you a bit."

Sanji takes the lube and carefully coats his hand. He moves closer to Zoro, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation as he reaches out to touch him. As his fingers make contact with Zoro's hard length, a surge of electricity courses through him while Zoro lets out a soft sigh. The cook makes sure that his lover is lubricated enough, still nervous of the idea to have it inside him. Zoro can feel the heat building between them, the air thick with anticipation as they both surrender to the pleasure of the moment. With each touch, each caress, the connection between them deepens, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, Zoro positions himself between Sanji's legs, he can feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the air thick with tension and anticipation. Sanji's breath comes in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each heartbeat. Zoro's own heart pounds in his chest, the adrenaline coursing through his veins heightening his senses. With a tender touch, Zoro guides himself to Sanji's entrance, feeling the resistance of the tight ring of muscle. He moves slowly, carefully, mindful of Sanji's nervousness. As he presses forward, he can feel Sanji's body tense, a barrier rising up against him. Zoro pauses, his movements coming to a halt as he places a soft kiss on Sanji's lips, his hands stroking the cook's trembling form.

"It's okay, Sanji," Zoro murmurs, his voice a gentle reassurance. "I've got you. Just relax for me, okay? Breathe.”

Sanji nods, his breath hitching in his throat as he tries to calm his racing heart. He focuses on the sensation of Zoro's lips against his, the warmth of his touch grounding him in the present moment. With each exhale, he feels himself letting go, the tension in his body slowly dissipating.

As Zoro resumes his gentle pressure, Sanji feels the initial sting of discomfort give way to a wave of intense pleasure. He gasps as Zoro's hardness breaches the barrier, his body instinctively clenching around the intrusion. Zoro's hands tighten around Sanji's hips, holding him steady as he continues to push forward, inch by agonizing inch.

The sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of heat and pain that leaves Sanji's head spinning. He digs his nails into Zoro's shoulders, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to keep breathing. Tears starts to appear in the corner of his eyes, and his face turns crimson. His legs contract around Zoro and could almost break him in half.

Feeling Sanji's body tense around him, Zoro halts his movements immediately, concern etched across his features as he gazes into Sanji's eyes. He can see the tears welling up, the strain evident on the cook's face despite his attempt to remain composed.

"Sanji, hey, look at me," Zoro murmurs, his voice a soothing balm against Sanji's distress. He brushes a gentle hand over Sanji's cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb. "You're doing great, okay? Just breathe with me, in and out."

Zoro guides Sanji through a series of slow, deep breaths, their chests rising and falling in unison. With each exhale, Sanji feels himself relaxing, the tension in his body gradually easing. He focuses on the sound of Zoro's voice, the warmth of his touch, as the swordsman keeps pushing inside him. He feels Zoro's hardness pressing against him, inching deeper with each measured thrust, and though there's still a twinge of discomfort, it's overshadowed by the overwhelming feeling of intimacy and trust between them.

Zoro watches Sanji closely, gauging his reactions with tender care as he continues to push forward, his movements slow and deliberate. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Zoro pauses, allowing Sanji a moment to adjust to the fullness of his presence. He can feel the heat radiating from Sanji's body, the warm and tight walls around him driving him crazy. Zoro moves Sanji’s bangs to clear his sweaty face and continues to wipe tears while his breathing is still irregular.

"Hey, Cook... It's fully inside you," Zoro murmurs, his voice a soft reassurance in the midst of Sanji's uncertainty.

Sanji's eyes flutter open, meeting Zoro's gaze with a mixture of relief and vulnerability. He takes a shaky breath, trying to find the words to express the overwhelming rush of emotions coursing through him.

"Zoro... You're..." Sanji's voice trails off, unable to find the words.

Zoro's brows furrow with concern as he hears the hesitation in Sanji's voice. "Does it hurt, Sanji?" he asks, his tone gentle and filled with worry.

Sanji shakes his head slightly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite the lingering discomfort. "It's... it's okay," he assures Zoro, his voice trembling slightly. "I can feel you... all of you. And... and it's overwhelming, but... it doesn't hurt. How is it... for you?"

"Shit don't ask me that..." Zoro starts with a smile. "It's fucking hot, tight and if I wasn't controlling myself I would ruin you right now..."

A shiver runs down Sanji's spine at Zoro's words, his cheeks flushing with heat as he feels a rush of arousal coursing through him. Despite the discomfort and nerves, the knowledge that he's bringing Zoro pleasure fills him with a sense of pride and satisfaction.

"C'mon Mosshead, I thought you were an expert at topping." Sanji teases.

Sanji's playful tease earns him a smirk from Zoro, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he meets the cook's gaze.

"Oh, I am," Zoro retorts, his voice laced with mock indignation. "But I don't want to break you for your first time bottoming."

Sanji lets out a burst of laughter at Zoro's response, the tension in his body easing with each chuckle. Despite the nerves and uncertainty, the playful banter between them helps to relax his body.

"Breaking me, huh?" Sanji counters with a smirk, a hint of challenge in his tone. "I'd like to see you try, Mosshead. I'm tougher than I look."

Zoro's smirk widens into a grin, his eyes dancing with amusement as he leans in closer to Sanji.

"Does that mean you want me to move, Cook?" he murmurs, his voice full of desire as he barely shakes his hip to remind Sanji that he's inside him.

"Maybe I do," Sanji replies. "I'm feeling okay, it's strange but it doesn't hurt. So make love to me Mosshead, try to make me scream.”

Zoro's grin widens at Sanji's response, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he takes in the challenge. With a slow, deliberate movement, he begins to rock his hips, drawing back slightly before easing forward again, filling Sanji with a delicious sense of fullness. Sanji gasps at the sensation, a thrill of anticipation coursing through him as he feels Zoro moving inside him. Despite the initial discomfort, there's an undeniable rush of heat building within him, fueled by the knowledge that he's sharing this intimate moment with the person he loves most in the world.

He tightens his legs around his lover’s waist as he clutches his shoulders to bury his head in Zoro’s neck. Zoro continues to move, his movements slow and deliberate, he peppers Sanji's face with kisses and whispers in his ear.

"Your inside feels so good, Cook," Zoro murmurs, his breath hot. "So tight and warm... You're driving me crazy."

Sanji's breath hitches in his throat as he feels the pleasure begin to overtake the lingering discomfort, his body responding eagerly to Zoro's every movement. With each thrust, each delicious slide of Zoro's hardness inside him, Sanji starts to feel a wave of pleasure washing over him, igniting a fire of desire deep within his core. A soft moan escapes his lips, his voice filled with ecstasy and longing. It's a sound that sends a jolt of desire straight to Zoro's core, igniting a fire of passion within him that he can't contain.

"You like how I feel inside you? Tell me, Lovecook. Tell me the true, how is that feel to have me inside you?"

As Zoro's husky voice fills the air, Sanji's cheeks flush with heat at the intimate question. He bites his lip, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he tries to find the words to convey the overwhelming rush of pleasure and desire consuming him.

"It's... it's incredible," Sanji finally manages to gasp, his voice a soft whimper of need. "I've never felt anything like it before... I can't believe I say that but... you feel so good inside me, Zoro."

Zoro's grin widens at Sanji's response, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he revels in the knowledge that he's bringing his lover pleasure beyond compare. With newfound confidence, he stands up straight and grabs Sanji’s hips. The movements of his hips become less restrained, firmer, faster and now glides smoothly inside the cook, offering delicious friction. He can't help but let his dominant side appears as Sanji moans more and more.

"Damn Cook, you are so sexy, it's so hot inside you, you are swallowing my cock like crazy..."

Sanji's cheeks flush with heat at Zoro's words, a surge of arousal coursing through him at the explicit praise. He arches his back, pressing himself closer to Zoro as he moans unabashedly, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of their union.

"More, Zoro…" Sanji pleads, his voice a desperate whimper.

"Oh! So you're starting to beg for my cock now?" Zoro taunts, his voice dripping with lust. "Such a pervert...”

Sanji moans loudly at Zoro's words, the sound echoing in the room as he surrenders fully to the pleasure of being dominated by his lover. He arches his back, pressing himself closer to Zoro as he eagerly seeks more of the delicious friction.

"Please, Zoro," Sanji pleads, his voice a desperate whimper. "I need you... I need you to fuck me harder... Make me yours..."

As Sanji's desperate pleas fill the air, Zoro feels a surge of desire coursing through him, fueling his movements with even greater intensity. He grasps Sanji's hips firmly, his fingers digging into the flesh as he thrusts harder, deeper, driving Sanji to new heights of pleasure. With each powerful thrust, Sanji moans louder, his voice a symphony of ecstasy as he surrenders fully to the pleasure of being taken by Zoro. He can feel the delicious friction building within him, the sensation of being filled to the brim overwhelming his senses.

Zoro watches the body under him, Sanji is covered in sweat, his cheeks are crimson, his eyes close because of the pleasure. His blond hair are messy around his face, he fists the sheet under him, breathes like crazy. Zoro can't take his eyes of the handsome man, here, at his mercy. He lowers his eyes and the image of cock going in and out of him makes his heart skip a beat.

"Fuck you are so sexy..."

With a particularly well-aimed thrust, Zoro's hips tap against Sanji's prostate, sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through him. Sanji's eyes widen in shock as a loud, guttural scream tears from his throat, his entire body trembling with the force of his release. Zoro smirks at the sound, his pride swelling at the knowledge that he's brought Sanji to such heights of pleasure. He leans in close, his lips brushing against Sanji's ear in a whisper.

"Nice singing, Cook." Zoro teases, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Looks like I've found your sweet spot."

Without hesitation, he thrust again, tapping against the ball of nerves and making Sanji arches and screams again.

"Oh god..." Sanji gasps without understanding what's going on.

His senses are overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The feeling of Zoro's hardness filling him completely, the friction of their bodies sliding together, the sound of Zoro's wet hip hitting between his legs—it's all too much, and yet not enough at the same time. Sanji's mind is a haze of pleasure, his thoughts scattered as he surrenders completely to the overwhelming sensation of being taken by Zoro. Every nerve ending in his body is on fire, his skin tingling with arousal as he clings desperately to the sheets beneath him.

"You like that, huh?" Zoro asks firmly, "You like how I'm fucking you?"

"Yes," he gasps, his voice a desperate whimper. "Yes, Zoro... I... I don't understand... it feels so good inside..."

"I can tell," Zoro smirks, "You are squeezing my dick like crazy, you must really like that. Look at you..." He says as one of his hand caresses the body under him. "You are shaking, all your body is so sensitive, you are crying of pleasure... Damn you are so hot my cook."

Sanji's cheeks flush with heat at Zoro's words, a surge of arousal coursing through him at the explicit praise. He moans softly, the sound mingling with the slap of skin against skin as Zoro's thrusts grow more forceful. He suddenly screams again as he feels Zoro's hand wrapping around his throbbing cock.

"You are so hard, so desperate..." Zoro gives a strong thrust, hitting the cook prostate as he strokes him at the same time, making him cry. "You want me to make you come?"

"Oh god, yes," Sanji gasps, his voice a desperate plea. "Please, Zoro... Make me come."

"Fine, I'll make you come so bad like you never did."

With that promise hanging in the air between them, Zoro continues to thrust into Sanji with wild abandon, his movements becoming more intense and urgent with each passing moment. He groans as he sees Sanji bows his back, screaming like crazy, eyes and cheeks full of tears. One of his hand stays firm on his hips, marking the milky skin with his fingers. He pounds so hard inside Sanji, mercyless, ruining his sweet spot, while his other hand is stroking the too sensitive length. The poor cook is a mess, he cries his pleasure, scream the swordsman's name again and again.

Zoro can't believe it, he is finally fucking his lover. He wanted it so bad since so long. Everything is better than he ever imagines. Sanji is so hot inside, he's the most handsome man he has ever seen. He wants to fuck him again and again.

"Zoroooo I can't... there, inside... it's too much... Aaaahh" Cries Sanji, overwhelmed.

"Fuck Sanji... just let go, come for me. I love you so much..."

With a primal growl of desire, Zoro leans in to capture Sanji's lips in a heated kiss, his tongue plunging deep into Sanji's mouth as they share a passionate embrace. The taste of Sanji on his lips drives him wild with desire, his own need for release reaching a fever pitch. Sanji moans into the kiss, his body trembling with pleasure as Zoro's tongue dances against his own. With each thrust, each touch, he feels himself drawing closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, his entire being consumed by the overwhelming sensation of being taken by Zoro.

And then, with a final, desperate cry, Sanji lets go, his release washing over him in a tidal wave of pleasure. He arches his back, his entire body trembling with the force of his orgasm as he spills his seed into Zoro's waiting hand and stomach. Zoro groans as he feels Sanji's body convulse around him, the sensation driving him to the brink of ecstasy. He can feel the heat building within him, the desire to release overwhelming his senses.

"Sanji... Can I... Can I come inside you?" Zoro pants, his voice thick with desire and longing.

With a nod of consent from Sanji, his heart pounding with anticipation, Zoro's desire surges even stronger. He can hardly contain himself as he leans in, capturing Sanji's lips in another heated kiss, their tongues dancing in a frantic rhythm. As their bodies move together in perfect harmony, Zoro feels a primal need building within him, driving him toward the edge of ecstasy. With each thrust, he feels himself drawing closer and closer to the brink, his entire being consumed by the overwhelming sensation of being with Sanji.

With a primal growl of desire, Zoro lets go, his release finally washing over him in a powerful wave of pleasure. He buries himself deep inside Sanji, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm as he spills his essence, marking Sanji as his own.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... Sanji.... Oh shit..."

Zoro collapses onto Sanji, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and passion. They both tremble with the aftershocks of their climax, their hearts racing as they come down from the peak of pleasure. Sanji wraps his arms around Zoro, holding him close as they both catch their breath. The air is thick with the scent of their lovemaking, the room filled with the echoes of their passion.

After a few moments of silence, Zoro lifts his head, gazing into Sanji's eyes with concern. "Sanji... Are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft and filled with tenderness.

"Leave me alone, Mosshead... I'm still in heaven right now..." Sanji whispers with a smile.

"Oh, looks like someone liked getting fucked." Zoro teases as he still breathes in Sanji's neck.

"Shut up!" 

Zoro chuckles at Sanji's playful retort, his heart swelling with affection as he presses a tender kiss to Sanji's lips.

"Alright, alright, I'll give you a moment," Zoro says with a smirk, his voice filled with warmth. "But just so you know, I'm going to want a round two eventually."

Sanji laughs, the sound filled with joy as he wraps his arms around Zoro, pulling him close. "Give my ass a minute, or maybe, ten minutes..."

"I was more thinking about you fucking me with for round two!" Zoro says, shocked. "But since you are begging to be fucked again, okay I'll wait this fucking ten minutes and make you scream again! Damn, was I that good?”

Sanji's turns crimson at Zoro's bold suggestion, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans in close to whisper in Zoro's ear.

"Oh, you were good, Mosshead," Sanji murmurs, his voice dripping with desire. "But I think you can do even better. And this time, I want you to make me scream so loud the entire island hears us. And this time, unleash this fucking good dominant side of yours."

Zoro's eyes widen with excitement at the challenge, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he leans in to capture Sanji's lips in another heated kiss. When he pulls back, Sanji can't help but laugh.

"You are having a nosebleed again, stupid swordsman! Now you can't call me fourth place AND Mr nosebleed anymore."

Zoro's cheeks flush with embarrassment as he realizes he indeed has a nosebleed, again, a result of Sanji's playful teasing. He chuckles sheepishly, wiping the blood away with the back of his hand.

"Alright, alright, you win this round," Zoro concedes with a grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But just you wait, Cook. Round two is going to be unforgettable."

Sanji laughs, the sound filled with affection as he pulls Zoro close for another kiss.

"I can't wait, Mosshead," Sanji replies, his voice filled with desire.

They went for the round two and, indeed, some people outside the inn heard the cook screaming.

The next day, while the Sunny was sailing again, Luffy laughed as Sanji hummed a song all day while preparing food.

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It's 4 AM and the Thousand Sunny glides smoothly through the calm waters of the Grand Line. Most of the crew is deep in slumber, but Sanji is wide awake. He had a nightmare earlier, one that shook him to the core, but he's managed to calm himself with some stretching and meditation. Now, he stands in the kitchen, focused on preparing a batch of pancakes, the whisk rhythmically stirring the batter in a bowl.

The gentle creak of the galley door catches his attention. He looks up to see Zoro entering, a look of surprise crossing his face upon seeing his lover awake at this hour.

"Hey, Cook," Zoro says, his voice low and slightly raspy from the early hour. "What are you doing up?"

Sanji offers a small smile, continuing to mix the batter. "Couldn't sleep," he replies. "Figured I might as well start breakfast. What about you, Mosshead? Night duty?"

"Yeah," Zoro nods, moving to the counter to grab a glass. "Needed something to drink." He fills the glass with water and takes a sip, his eyes never leaving Sanji. "You sure you're okay, Nightmare?"

Sanji nods, a bit more vigorously than necessary. "Yeah, a nightmare. But I managed it alone, thanks to your meditation technique." He sets the bowl down and moves to the stove, turning on the heat. "Want some pancakes? They'll be ready soon. I made some with less sugar for you."

Zoro’s eyes soften at Sanji’s words, a hint of pride mixed with concern in his gaze. “Glad to hear it helped,” he says, leaning against the counter. “And yeah, I’d love some pancakes.”

Sanji smiles, the warmth of Zoro's presence soothing the lingering edges of his nightmare. He pours a ladleful of batter onto the hot skillet, the sizzling sound filling the quiet galley.

“Oi, can you do my pancakes flambé?” Zoro comments, a childish smile on his face.

Sanji chuckles, shaking his head as he flips the pancake. "Flambé at 4 AM, huh? You really don't know the meaning of moderation, do you, Mosshead?"

Zoro grins, unfazed. "Just thought I'd add a little excitement to the morning."

Sanji rolls his eyes but can't help the fond smile that tugs at his lips. "Fine, you want flambé? I'll give you flambé." He finishes the pancake and sets it aside before grabbing a small pan and pouring in some brandy. With a practiced hand, he lights the alcohol, a blue flame dancing up from the pan.

Zoro watches, mesmerized, as Sanji expertly flips the pancake into the flambé, the flames licking up around the edges. "There you go," Sanji says, plating the flambéed pancake and setting it in front of Zoro. "Happy now?"

Zoro's eyes gleam with appreciation as he digs in. "Hell yeah. This is amazing, Cook."

Zoro enjoys his flambé pancakes, savoring the rich flavors and the hint of brandy that lingers on his tongue. As he licks his fingers clean, he can't help but watch Sanji with admiration. The cook's movements are fluid and precise, each action carried out with an effortless grace that speaks to years of experience. Even with signs of fatigue etched on his face, Sanji remains incredibly beautiful in Zoro's eyes.

The soft glow of the early morning light highlights the delicate angles of Sanji's face, casting gentle shadows that accentuate his features. His blond hair falls in a messy but charming way, and there's a quiet determination in his expression as he focuses on his work. Zoro's gaze travels from Sanji's hands to his face, taking in every detail. The way Sanji bites his lower lip slightly when he's concentrating, the soft furrow of his brows, the way his blue eyes brighten with satisfaction as each pancake turns out perfectly—Zoro finds himself mesmerized by it all.

“You know, Cook,” Zoro says, breaking the comfortable silence, “you’re something else. I could watch you cook all day.”

Sanji pauses, glancing over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow and a small smile playing on his lips. “Careful, Mosshead. Keep talking like that, and I might start to think you’re sweet on me.”

Zoro chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “Maybe I am. Got a problem with that?”

Sanji turns back to his work, his smile widening. “Not at all,” he replies softly, flipping another pancake with a practiced flick of his wrist. “Not at all.”

Zoro watches Sanji for a moment longer, the cook’s graceful movements and the soft smile on his face drawing him in. Unable to resist, Zoro rises from his chair and moves behind Sanji, wrapping his strong arms around the cook's waist. He rests his chin on Sanji's shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of spices and the sea that clings to his lover, and then this smell of cologne so intoxicating. Sanji tenses slightly at the unexpected embrace but quickly relaxes into Zoro's hold, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He continues flipping the pancakes with practiced ease, a warm glow spreading through him at the feel of Zoro's solid presence behind him.

“You know,” Sanji says, his voice a low murmur as he pours more batter onto the skillet, “if you keep distracting me like this, breakfast might take a bit longer.”

Zoro chuckles softly, his breath warm against Sanji’s neck. "It’s 4:30 in the morning... people don’t wake up until 6:30.”

Sanji cheeks turn a little pink. “You’ve got a point,” he concedes, leaning back a bit into Zoro's embrace. “But we both know Luffy’s nose for food doesn’t care about the time.”

Zoro snorts in agreement, his arms tightening around Sanji’s waist. “True, but we’ve got some time before the rest of the crew starts stirring.”

“I suppose a little distraction isn’t the worst thing,” he murmurs, flipping another pancake with practiced ease.

Zoro’s hands wander slightly, tracing the contours of Sanji’s abs through his shirt. “A little distraction, huh?” he teases, his voice a low rumble in Sanji’s ear. “You make it sound so harmless.”

Sanji sighs of well-being to the touch, but he remains focused on the pancakes, a small smile playing on his lips. “Well, I’m not complaining, am I?”

Zoro's lips curl into a playful smirk as he continues to trail his fingers lightly over Sanji's abdomen. "No, you're not, but maybe you should be."

"And why's that?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

Zoro leans in closer, his breath warm against Sanji's ear. "Because, I might not be able to control myself much longer."

Sanji closes his eyes to the enticing promise in Zoro’s words. He turns his head slightly, his lips brushing Zoro’s as he whispers, "Maybe that’s the point."

With a low growl of desire, Zoro closes the remaining distance between them, capturing Sanji's lips in a heated kiss. The pancakes forgotten for the moment on their plate. As their kiss deepens, the room seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them lost in the throes of passion. Sanji threads his fingers through Zoro's hair, pulling him closer as their tongues dance in a sensual rhythm.

Zoro's hands roam eagerly over Sanji's back, exploring every curve and contour as if he's trying to memorize every inch of him. "Cook," He starts between kisses. "Inspired for morning sex?"

Sanji hums at the suggestion of Zoro, his heart accelerating with anticipation as he meets the swordsman’s gaze, filled with desire.

"Always inspired when it comes to you, Mosshead," Sanji replies before kissing him again.

"You or me?" Zoro murmurs, his hands sliding lower to grasp Sanji's hips, pulling him closer.

Sanji pulls back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes as he considers Zoro's question. "Hmm, I want to eat you alive." he muses, his fingers tracing light patterns on Zoro's chest.

Zoro's grin widens, a spark of excitement lighting up his eyes. "Be my guest." he says, his voice low and filled with promise.

With deliberate slowness, he begins to guide Sanji towards the galley counter, his hands never leaving the cook's body. He presses Sanji gently against the counter, leaning in to capture his lips in a deep, possessive kiss. One hand slides up to cradle Sanji's jaw, while the other moves to grip his waist firmly, holding him in place.

Sanji walks down the corridor of the Thousand Sunny, his mind still lingering on his nightmares. Seeking a quiet moment, he decides to visit the library room. As he steps inside, the familiar scent of old books and parchment fills the air, a soothing contrast to the bustling activity outside.

At the center table, Robin sits, engrossed in a thick, leather-bound book. Her elegant fingers turn the pages with practiced ease, her eyes scanning the text with keen interest. Sanji's heart skips a beat at the sight of her, and he immediately perks up, his demeanor shifting into his usual lovestruck persona.

"Robin-chwan~!" he exclaims, a goofy grin spreading across his face as he makes his way over to her. "You look as radiant as ever, my lovely flower!"

Robin glances up from her book, a small, amused smile playing on her lips. "Good afternoon, Sanji. What brings you here?"

Sanji fidgets slightly, his enthusiasm tempered by a hint of nervousness. "Well, I was hoping to find some information... Do you have any books on childhood trauma and how to heal from it?"

Robin's expression softens, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding. She gestures to a nearby shelf. "Yes, I believe we have a few books that might help. Let me check for you."

Sanji watches as Robin rises gracefully from her seat, her movements fluid and elegant. She heads towards a section of the library lined with shelves containing various books on psychology and self-help. Sanji follows her, feeling a mix of gratitude and nervousness. Robin scans the titles with practiced ease, her fingers gliding over the spines of the books until she finds what she’s looking for. She pulls out a few volumes and turns to face Sanji, holding them out to him.

"These should provide a good starting point," she says, her voice gentle and reassuring. "This one focuses on understanding childhood trauma, and the other offers practical steps for healing and recovery."

Sanji takes the books, his hands trembling slightly. "Thank you, Robin-chan," he says sincerely as Robin's smile widens.

As he sits down at a nearby table, he glances at the titles of the books Robin gave him. One is titled Healing the Inner Child, and the other Overcoming Trauma: Steps to Recovery. He takes a deep breath and opens the first book, determined to confront the shadows of his past and begin the journey towards healing. Robin returns to her seat, glancing over at Sanji with a thoughtful expression. She watches him for a moment, then returns to her own reading, content in the knowledge that she has helped a friend take the first step towards healing.

Sanji settles into his seat, the soft rustling of pages the only sound breaking the silence of the library. He opens Healing the Inner Child, the first few pages providing an overview of the book's purpose and approach. His eyes scan the words, taking in the gentle, supportive language designed to ease readers into the challenging topic of childhood trauma.

The first chapter delves into the concept of the "inner child," explaining how past experiences, especially those from early childhood, shape an individual's emotional and psychological development. Sanji reads about how unaddressed trauma can manifest in various ways—through anxiety, anger, or difficulty in forming healthy relationships. As he reads, he feels a mix of recognition and discomfort, the descriptions resonating deeply with his own experiences.

The book encourages readers to reconnect with their inner child, to acknowledge and validate the pain and fear they once felt. Sanji's heart aches as he thinks back to his own childhood, the years of loneliness and hardship he endured. He remembers the relentless bullying, the feeling of being unwanted, and the desperate need to prove himself.

The next section offers practical exercises to begin the healing process. One exercise suggests visualizing a safe space where the inner child can feel secure and loved. Sanji smiles because it's usually what he does when he meditates with Zoro.

Zoro... difficulty in forming healthy relationships... What if...

Sanji's thoughts drift to Zoro, his strong and stoic companion whose presence has become a source of comfort and stability in his life. He can't help but wonder if their relationship is as healthy as it appears on the surface. The book's mention of difficulties in forming healthy relationships strikes a chord within him, prompting him to reflect on his connection with the swordsman.

The realization that he never felt drawn to men before Zoro entered his life adds another layer of complexity to his thoughts. Was his attraction to Zoro genuine, or was it merely a response to the swordsman's advances? And if Zoro hadn't made the first move, would Sanji have ever considered entering into a relationship with a man? The idea that his trauma could be influencing his romantic decisions weighs heavily on Sanji's mind. He considers the possibility that he may be seeking validation and companionship in Zoro as a way to fill the void left by his past experiences. The thought leaves him feeling vulnerable and exposed, his carefully constructed walls of self-assurance beginning to crumble.

Lost in thought, Sanji considers the possibility that their relationship could be contributing to his lingering trauma. Perhaps he's been using their connection as a distraction, avoiding facing his own pain by focusing on their dynamic instead. The idea unsettles him, stirring up a mix of emotions he's not quite sure how to process.

Sanji closes "Healing the Inner Child" and picks up the second book, "Overcoming Trauma: Steps to Recovery." As he flips through the pages, the book delves deeper into understanding the impact of trauma on relationships. Each chapter seems to peel away another layer of his emotional armor, leaving him feeling raw and exposed.

The first chapter discusses how unhealed trauma can lead individuals to seek out relationships that either replicate the pain of the past or serve as a temporary balm for their wounds. The idea that he might be using his relationship with Zoro as a crutch rather than a genuine connection gnaws at him. He recalls moments when Zoro’s presence alone had calmed him, made him feel safe—were those moments of true affection or just desperate grabs for stability? He remembers the first times there were physical attraction between them, it was always when Sanji had a nightmare and were vulnerable. The moment Zoro knew of his secret, was the time he started to be protective towards Sanji and Sanji needed it so much...

As Sanji continues reading, he comes across a section on "Emotional Dependency vs. Genuine Connection." The text explains how individuals with unresolved trauma often mistake emotional dependency for love. They might cling to someone who provides comfort, mistaking that for genuine affection. Sanji feels a chill run down his spine. Was he simply clinging to Zoro because he feared being hurt and treated like a waste? Was he mistaking the swordsman’s unwavering presence for something it wasn't?

The book also discusses the importance of self-awareness and independent healing. It emphasizes that one must first confront and understand their own pain before they can truly form healthy, balanced relationships. Sanji’s heart sinks as he realizes he might not have done enough internal work to understand his own trauma. He had found solace in Zoro, but perhaps he had skipped crucial steps in his own healing journey.

The more Sanji reads, the more his mind spirals into overthinking. Memories flood back—Zoro's steadfast support during difficult times, his patience, and the way he seemed to understand Sanji without words. But now, those memories are tinged with doubt. Was Zoro's support a crutch that Sanji leaned on too heavily? Did he ever truly address his own issues, or did he just bury them deeper, using Zoro as a distraction?

Sanji rubs his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He recalls moments when he felt a surge of genuine affection for Zoro, moments when his heart felt full just being in the swordsman’s presence. But now, he questions the authenticity of those feelings. Were they genuine, or were they a byproduct of his unresolved trauma seeking comfort?

The book suggests exercises to help differentiate between emotional dependency and genuine connection. It advises taking a step back, reflecting on one's feelings, and seeking professional guidance if needed. Sanji feels a pang of frustration—out at sea, professional help is hard to come by. He feels trapped in his own mind, with his thoughts swirling uncontrollably.

As dawn breaks, casting a soft glow through the library windows, Sanji feels exhausted, both physically and emotionally. He closes the book, staring at its cover for a long moment. The thought of confronting Zoro about his doubts terrifies him, but he knows he can’t continue living in this state of uncertainty. He needs clarity, and he needs to understand his own heart better before he can fully commit to their relationship.

Sanji decides to take a deep breath and start small. Maybe he doesn't have all the answers right now, but he can begin by talking to Zoro, by being honest about his fears and doubts. Sanji closes the book and takes a deep breath, feeling a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. He stands up and walks over to Robin, who is still immersed in her own reading. Gently, he clears his throat to get her attention.

"Thank you, Robin-chan, for the books," Sanji says, his voice tinged with sincerity. "I’ll take them with me."

Robin looks up, her eyes soft and understanding. "You're welcome, Sanji. I hope they help you find the answers you're looking for."

Sanji nods, clutching the books to his chest. "Yeah, me too," he replies, his smile a bit forced but genuine.

Robin gives him an encouraging nod before returning to her book. Sanji turns and heads out of the library, his mind still buzzing with thoughts and emotions, the weight of the books in his arms matched only by the heaviness in his heart. As he walks towards the kitchen, his mind races with the implications of what he’s read. Each step feels slower, more deliberate, as he ruminates on the potential impact his past trauma might have on his current relationship with Zoro.

Entering the kitchen, Sanji sets the books down on a corner of the counter, trying to push the swirling thoughts aside. He takes a deep breath, letting the familiar scent of spices and fresh ingredients ground him. Cooking has always been his sanctuary, a place where he can focus and find solace. He rolls up his sleeves and begins to prepare dinner, his hands moving automatically through the motions of chopping vegetables and marinating meat.

Despite his best efforts to concentrate on the task at hand, his thoughts keep drifting back to the books and the questions they raised. Was his attraction to Zoro genuine, or was it a coping mechanism? Was he using their relationship to fill the void left by his past, or was there something deeper and more real?

He recalls the exercises suggested in the second book, Overcoming Trauma: Steps to Recovery. One of the exercises involves journaling about past experiences and emotions, something Sanji has never done before. He wonders if writing his feelings down might help him make sense of the confusion he feels. Maybe it would help him understand if his relationship with Zoro was built on love or something else.

As he sautés the vegetables, the aroma filling the kitchen, Sanji can’t help but think about the nights spent with Zoro, the shared moments of intimacy and laughter. He remembers the way Zoro’s presence makes him feel safe and wanted, the way they fit together in a way that feels both natural and exhilarating. But doubt gnaws at him. What if his feelings are a result of his past wounds rather than genuine affection?

Lost in thought, Sanji nearly overcooks the vegetables. He snaps back to attention, quickly adjusting the heat and stirring the pan with more focus. He knows he needs to talk to Zoro about what he’s feeling, but the thought of that conversation fills him with dread. What if Zoro doesn’t understand? What if it changes everything between them, and the swordsman dumps him?

As he plates the dinner, Sanji tries to push the thoughts aside. He needs to be present for the crew, to provide them with the nourishment and care they rely on. But the uncertainty gnaws at him, making it difficult to maintain his usual composure. The dining area is slowly filling with the rest of the crew, drawn by the enticing aromas wafting from the kitchen. Sanji forces a smile as he carries the dishes to the table, greeting everyone with his usual charm. Luffy, predictably, dives into the food with enthusiasm, while the others settle in, chatting and laughing.

Zoro is the last to arrive, his gaze locking onto Sanji's for a brief moment. There's a warmth in his eyes that Sanji finds both comforting and unsettling. He knows he needs to talk to Zoro, but the fear of what might happen holds him back. As the meal progresses, Sanji's mind keeps returning to the exercises in the book. Journaling about his past experiences and emotions might help him make sense of his feelings. It could be a way to untangle the confusion and understand whether his relationship with Zoro is built on genuine love or something else.

After dinner, as the crew disperses, Sanji lingers in the kitchen, cleaning up and organizing his thoughts. He decides to take the first step and start journaling. Maybe, by putting his feelings and memories on paper, he can find some clarity. Sanji sits on the bench of the galley with a notebook and pen. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of where to begin. Then, with a deep breath, he starts writing.

Journal Entry

Today, I began reading about childhood trauma and healing. It's made me question a lot about my past and my current relationship with Zoro. I can't help but wonder if my feelings for him are genuine or if they're a way to cope with the loneliness and pain I've carried for so long.

When I think about Zoro, I feel safe and wanted. He's strong, dependable, and has always been there for me. But what if I'm clinging to him because of my past? What if my attraction to him is more about filling a void than true love?

The idea scares me. I don't want to hurt Zoro, and I don't want to lose what we have. But I also need to understand myself better. I need to know if my feelings are real.

As Sanji writes, he feels a mix of emotions—fear, uncertainty, but also a sense of relief. Putting his thoughts on paper helps him feel a little more in control, a little more capable of facing the challenges ahead. He closes the notebook, determined to continue this journey of self-discovery. He knows he needs to talk to Zoro, to share his fears and doubts. But for now, he's taken the first step towards understanding himself and his feelings.

As Sanji lies back on the bench, staring at the ceiling of the galley, his eyelids grow heavy. The day's emotional weight begins to take its toll, and he finds himself drifting off, the gentle sway of the ship lulling him into a light sleep. The soft creak of the galley door goes unnoticed as Zoro enters, his footsteps quiet and purposeful. He spots Sanji lying on the bench, the notebook and pen resting beside him. Zoro's eyes soften as he approaches, taking in the sight of his lover's peaceful face.

Careful not to wake him, Zoro sits down on the edge of the bench, his fingers lightly brushing a stray lock of hair from Sanji's forehead. He studies Sanji's face, noting the faint lines of worry and exhaustion. A pang of concern tugs at Zoro's heart, but he pushes it aside, focusing instead on being present for Sanji. Gently, Zoro lifts Sanji's legs, positioning them so that Sanji is lying more comfortably on the bench. He then leans down, pressing a soft kiss to Sanji's lips. "You work too hard, Cook," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sanji stirs slightly at the touch, his eyes fluttering open to see Zoro's familiar face. "Zoro..." he mumbles, a sleepy smile forming on his lips.

"Mh-mhh," Zoro replies, his hand gently rubbing Sanji's face.

Sanji's eyes close again, his body relaxing under Zoro's soothing touch. "I love you, Zoro." He says, not noticing that his voice is a little broken, probably because of all the emotion of the day.

Zoro's heart swells at Sanji's words, though he can't miss the slight tremor in his voice. He leans down, his breath warm against Sanji's ear as he whispers, "I love you too, Cook."

Sanji's face softens into a peaceful expression, Zoro remains by his side, sits with Sanji's legs on his lap. His hand lightly caressing Sanji's face, feeling the warmth and the life beneath his fingertips. He can see the exhaustion etched into Sanji's features, the toll of whatever had been weighing on his mind.

"You don't have to carry it all alone," Zoro whispers, his voice filled with quiet determination. "I saw you weren't okay during dinner. I said nothing because I know you can handle it."

Sanji's breathing remains steady, but his frown deepens, the concerns from his reading earlier swirling in his subconscious. He had been overthinking his relationship with Zoro, questioning whether his feelings were genuine or a byproduct of his unresolved trauma. The idea that his past might be influencing his present in ways he didn't fully understand had shaken him deeply. In his dreamlike state, Sanji's mind replays the doubts: what if his love for Zoro isn't real but a coping mechanism? What if he's just afraid of being alone and Zoro is the nearest anchor? The thought that his trauma could be distorting his feelings terrifies him. What if their relationship is more about need than genuine affection?

Zoro senses the tension in Sanji's body, his frown not going unnoticed. "Hey, Cook," he whispers, leaning in closer, his breath warm against Sanji's ear. "Why are you so scared right now?"

Sanji's eyes flutter open, his gaze meeting Zoro's. There's a vulnerability in his expression that Zoro hasn't often seen. "Zoro... what if... what if this isn't real?" Sanji's voice is barely more than a whisper, his fear evident.

Zoro's brow furrows in concern, his hand pausing in its soothing motion. "What do you mean?"

Sanji swallows hard, his throat feeling tight. "What if my feelings for you... what if they're just because of my past? Because I'm afraid of being hurt? I've been reading books to... heal myself, you know, and...uh... it says that unhealed trauma can lead individuals to seek out relationships that serve as a temporary balm for their wounds. I could have mistaken emotional dependency for love... and..."

The more Sanji talks, the more his voice sounds broken. Zoro's heart aches as he listens to Sanji's words, the pain in his voice cutting through him like a knife. He reaches out, gently wiping away a stray tear that trails down Sanji's cheek. Sanji meets Zoro's gaze, his eyes filled with uncertainty and fear. Zoro's heart breaks at the sight of the usually confident cook so vulnerable and exposed.

"Why do you think that?" Zoro says, his voice steady and unwavering.

"I...uh... the first times we had sexual touches, it was always after a nightmare or a panic moment. If you haven't told me that you wouldn't mind being in a relationship with me, I don't think I would even imagine being with you. You told me that, and then I freaked out, and said yes to this relationship really fast, even ignoring the fact you are a man and I were never attracted to a man. My point is... oh god... what if I've been fooling myself? What if I've been jumping in this opportunity because you made me feel safe, and I saw you were strong enough to destroy my inner demons? Shit..." Sanji starts to have a lot of tears in his eyes. "I don't want it to be the true, I hope... I hope I love you for real. But if it's not true love, I don't want to use you Zoro, because... damn, you are way too good for this..."

Zoro's heart shatters as he listens to Sanji's words, the depth of his pain echoing in every syllable. He feels a surge of anguish at the thought of Sanji questioning their love, of doubting the authenticity of their relationship. Each tear that falls from Sanji's eyes feels like a dagger to his own heart, slicing through his stoic exterior and exposing the raw, unfiltered emotions beneath.

Zoro is not used to feeling this helpless. He's always been the one to charge headfirst into battle, to face any challenge with unwavering resolve. But seeing Sanji, his strong-willed, fiery cook, so vulnerable and broken, shakes him to his core. The sight of Sanji's tears, the tremor in his voice, and the fear in his eyes all combine to create an overwhelming sense of protectiveness within Zoro. He wants nothing more than to take Sanji's pain away, to reassure him, to hold him until every doubt and fear melts away.

As Sanji lies on the bench, his legs draped over Zoro's, his body wracked with sobs, Zoro feels a profound sense of loss for the carefree moments they shared. The laughter, the playful banter, the tender touches—they all seem distant now, overshadowed by Sanji's inner turmoil. But beneath that sense of loss is a fierce determination. Zoro refuses to let Sanji face this alone. He refuses to let the man he loves drown in his doubts and fears. With a tenderness that belies his usual gruff demeanor, Zoro wraps his arms around Sanji, pulling him closer. He cradles Sanji's head against his chest, feeling the wetness of his tears soak through his shirt. His hand moves in soothing circles on Sanji's back, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"Hey, Cook, have you thought maybe it’s the trauma talking right now?" he whispers, his voice breaking with emotion.

Sanji lifts his head slightly, his tear-stained eyes meeting Zoro's gaze. "Maybe… But what if it's not? What if this doubt, this fear... what if it's the truth?"

Zoro's heart clenches at the desperation in Sanji's voice. He cups Sanji's face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that continue to fall. "Okay, let’s imagine that your love for me was influenced by the fact that I protect you when you have nightmares. I take your past seriously, and I see you as strong and not a failure. If I understand correctly, I am your savior and not your lover? Or I just acted like a decent person, just like the rest of the crew, it melted you, but can’t it be love too?"

Sanji's locks his eyes in Zoro’s, searching for any sign of doubt or insincerity. But all he sees is unwavering conviction and a deep, abiding love. Zoro continues, his voice steady and sure. "Just because it started with me being there for you doesn't mean it's not real. The way you look at me, the way you care for me, the way you make me feel... that's love. It's not about me being your savior. It's about us being there for each other, through everything.” Zoro smiles gently, his thumb tracing circles on Sanji's cheek. "You said that if I haven't made a move to you, you wouldn't have, right? Well life is full of surprise, I made the move and you answered yes."

"But... that the point! You did it and I said yes because it could maybe patch my wounds, not because it's love! As I said, I jumped in the relationship even with the fact that you are a man!"

"If it was only the trauma talking, you would have been disgusted then to have sex with me, especially to bottom."

Sanji looks away, the weight of his thoughts heavy on his mind. Zoro's words hang in the air, resonating deeply within him. He wants to believe, to trust in the love they share. He knows that healing from trauma is a complicated journey, and it's hard to distinguish between love and the need for security. But Zoro's unwavering faith, his steadfast presence, and the genuine connection they share are undeniable.

"Zoro... I'm scared," Sanji admits, his voice trembling. "Scared that I'm just using you to heal, that this isn't fair to you."

Zoro's grip on Sanji tightens, his voice gentle but firm. "You can be scared Cook, I'll be here to comfort you and help you each time you need it. The fact that you're worried about using me shows that you care deeply. And trust me, I've never felt used by you."

"I... I want to believe that," Sanji admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to believe that what we have is real."

Zoro nods, his thumb gently brushing away the last traces of tears from Sanji's cheeks. "Then let me show you," he says softly, his voice filled with conviction.

With a tenderness that belies his strength, Zoro leans in and presses his lips to Sanji's, pouring all the love and reassurance he feels into the kiss. Sanji's breath catches in his throat, the warmth of Zoro's touch melting away the last vestiges of doubt.

As they break apart, Zoro's eyes search Sanji's, "What did you think and feel during the kiss?"

Sanji's heart flutters at the question, his gaze meeting Zoro's with a mixture of awe and vulnerability. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, still reeling from the intensity of the kiss.

"I... I felt..." Sanji begins, his voice soft as he searches for the right words. "Safe..."

"While you feel safe, have you thought about holding on to that feeling or have you felt relaxed?"

"Relaxed..."

"See. I'm not an expert in trauma, but I meditate a lot for years. Feeling relaxed is healthy, holding to the security is most of the time a sign of insecurity. During the kiss, that was love and not dependency. I'm not saying there isn't dependency from you... but there isn't only that. You just have to work on it, and I believe you will. I'm not worried about your love for me cook. I know it's here."

Sanji listens to Zoro's words, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders with each reassurance. He takes a deep breath, letting Zoro's wisdom sink in and soothe the turmoil in his mind.

"You're right," Sanji says, his voice steadier now, more grounded. "I do feel safe with you, and maybe the trauma feels safe too but, I really hope I want to be with you..."

Zoro's heart swells with affection as he listens to Sanji's words. He reaches out, gently brushing his fingers against Sanji's cheek, his touch tender and reassuring.

"I understand, Curly," Zoro says softly, his voice filled with warmth.

"God I'm such a mess... how are you not freaking out about what I just said... I just basically questioned our relationship..."

Zoro's gaze softens as he looks into Sanji's eyes, his thumb continuing to stroke his cheek soothingly. "You're not a mess, Shit-cook. You're human. A strong one that have his breaking point... And as for our relationship, well..." He pauses, his expression thoughtful. "I can't talk... I was the first one to doubt about it and treat you unfairly, so, walking away when you are vulnerable because of your trauma would be pretty bitchy from me.”

Sanji's eyes widen slightly at Zoro's unexpected admission, a mix of surprise and gratitude washing over him. He reaches out, clasping Zoro's hand in his own, their fingers intertwining.

"Zoro..." Sanji starts, his voice soft with emotion. "Thank you. For being patient with me, for understanding. I know I'm not always easy to deal with, especially when I'm like this."

Zoro gives Sanji's hand a reassuring squeeze, his gaze unwavering. "You don't have to thank me. I knew what to expect when I entered into a relationship at that time in your life. I knew your path to recovery was and will continue to be long. And ... I also knew that you were strong enough to succeed and that one day I would have a much more peaceful cook. You know... if I pretend to love you, and I’m not around when you’re down, then I don’t deserve to be by your side when you will be on top."

Sanji's heart swells at Zoro's words, the sincerity and depth of his affection shining through. He feels a warmth spread through him, dispelling the lingering shadows of doubt and insecurity.

"Zoro..." Sanji murmurs, his voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."

Zoro's thumb traces gentle circles on the back of Sanji's hand, his touch a comforting anchor. "What have you done? Sanji you are the nicest person in the world! This cruel and brutal fucking world that Luffy is trying to free doesn’t deserve you! You, on the other hand, deserve much more love than what I’m giving you... I am the one who doesn’t feel enough for you."

Sanji freezes in front of Zoro’s sincere words, his eyes overflowing with tears of overwhelming emotion. He leans in the embrace of Zoro, his body trembling with the weight of everything he feels before breaking down in tears.

"Zoro..." Sanji chokes out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Zoro pulls Sanji closer, holding him tightly as he presses a kiss to the top of his head. "Let’s dry these tears, your face is too pretty for that."

Sanji's heart swells at Zoro's gentle words, a soft smile tugging at his lips despite the tears still streaming down his cheeks. Slowly, Zoro uses his two thumbs to wipe away tears. He approaches and kisses those swollen lips. Sanji melts into the kiss, his heart fluttering with a mix of love and gratitude for the man who stands beside him, offering comfort and solace in his darkest moments. As their lips meet, the weight of Sanji's doubts and fears begins to lift, replaced by a sense of peace and reassurance.

"Shit-cook, listen to your body. When you start to overthink about our relation, if your body burns and your heart races, there is a high chance that the trauma is talking."

Sanji nods, his heart still racing from the intensity of their kiss but also from the truth in Zoro's words. "Okay, Mosshead," he says softly, his voice tinged with relief. "I'll remember that.”

Zoro notices Sanji's sweaty palms and trembling hands, a sign of the emotional rollercoaster they've been through. Gently, he wraps his arms around Sanji, pulling him closer until Sanji is sitting in his lap, their bodies pressed together in a comforting embrace.

"Hey," Zoro murmurs, his voice low and soothing as he strokes Sanji's back in slow, rhythmic motions. "Relax, Cook, you are going to break your sexy body by being this tense."

Sanji's body gradually begins to relax in Zoro's embrace, his muscles unwinding as he leans into the comforting warmth of his lover. He lets out a shaky breath, his trembling gradually subsiding under Zoro's soothing touch. Sanji lets his head rest on Zoro’s shoulder before smiling slightly.

"Sexy body, huh?"

Zoro chuckles softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Yeah, the sexiest," he replies, his voice filled with affection as he nuzzles his cheek against Sanji's. "You want me to explain why your body is the sexiest?”

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise at Zoro's question, a playful glint dancing in his gaze. "Oh? And here I thought you were just being your usual charming self," he teases, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "But sure, I'd love to hear your explanation.”

Zoro's lips curl into a mischievous grin as he begins his sensual exploration. "Well, where do I start?" he muses, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along the curve of Sanji's jawline. "Your face, for one, is like a work of art. Those eyes," he continues while pushing his bangs away from his face. "I never told you but... I love blue eyes a lot."

Zoro’s thumb passes over his lower lip, pressing lightly as a sign of desire, then his fingers continue their journey, descending to the hollow of Sanji’s throat, where he feels the steady pulse of his heart and his skin a little sweaty because of the emotions earlier.

"And your neck," Zoro whispers, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, "so smooth and inviting, begging to be kissed and worshipped."

Sanji's hums at Zoro's words, a rush of heat flooding his cheeks. Zoro's lips continue their gentle exploration, trailing a path of soft kisses along Sanji's neck. He darts his tongue out to tease the cook's jugular because he knows how much Sanji loves that and move close to his ear to kiss it before licking it. Sanji's fingers curl into Zoro's shirt, his body arching instinctively towards the swordsman's touch. With each kiss, each lick, Sanji's arousal builds, his senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating blend of pleasure and affection. Zoro deliberately breathes hard into Sanji’s ear.

"Close your eyes, Cook. When I'm touching you and kissing you like this, tell me what you feel in your body. What are your emotions right now?"

Sanji's breath hitches as he closes his eyes, feeling the heat of Zoro's touch and the softness of his lips against his skin. He focuses on the sensations, letting the intimacy wash over him, trying to distinguish the different emotions swirling within him.

"I feel... warmth," he whispers, his voice trembling slightly. "Not just on my skin, but inside."

Zoro's fingers continue their gentle exploration, tracing patterns along Sanji's collarbone and down to his back.

"How is your heart beating?"

"It's beating fast, but... it's not the same as when I'm scared.”

Zoro smiles against Sanji's skin, his lips pressing tender kisses along his collarbone. "Good," he murmurs. "And your mind? What are you thinking, right now?"

Sanji's grip on Zoro's shirt tightens as he tries to focus on the present moment. "I'm thinking... about you," he admits, his voice soft and honest.

"What about me?"

"I love your strength," he begins, his voice tinged with admiration. "Not just physical strength, although that's certainly impressive," he adds with a small smirk, "but also your inner strength. The way you face challenges head-on, never backing down, always pushing forward. It's inspiring." Sanji's fingers trace absent-minded patterns on Zoro's chest as he continues. "And your dedication. When you set your mind to something, you give it your all. Whether it's training to become stronger or protecting your nakama, you always give one hundred percent. I admire that about you." Sanji's voice grows softer as he speaks, his expression tender. "But what I love most about you, Zoro, is your loyalty. To your friends, to your dreams, to your principles. You're always there when we need you.

As Sanji's voice trails off, Zoro reaches out, gently pressing Sanji's cheek so their eyes meet.

"You know, Curly," Zoro begins, his voice tender, "what I noticed about everything you just said? You never mentioned anything about what I can give you. You didn't talk about my strength because it protects you, or my dedication because it benefits you and the crew. You talked about those things because you genuinely admire them in me, as a person. And that, Sanji, is the big difference between love and trauma." Zoro's thumb brushes lightly against Sanji's cheek, his touch gentle yet reassuring. "Trauma may lead us to seek out relationships that provide temporary relief from our pain. And you probably feel that towards me and it's normal considering how big your trauma is, but... you also clearly love me. I can see with your words that I'm your nakama, your rival, your best friend and your lover. Do you understand, Shit-Cook?"

Sanji's eyes glisten with emotion as he listens to Zoro's heartfelt words, the weight of his doubts and fears lifting with each reassurance. He nods slowly, his gaze never leaving Zoro's.

"Yeah... I think I understand," Sanji murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know it's not easy to untangle our emotions, especially when trauma is involved. But now you know that you aren't using me at all. Each time you overthink this and feel fear, remember this conversation." Zoro says as he gently kisses his cook.

Sanji leans into Zoro's kiss, feeling a surge of warmth and reassurance flood through him.

"Thank you, Mosshead," Sanji whispers against Zoro's lips, his voice soft yet filled with conviction. "I'll remember this, I promise."

"My poor Cook... You are such a mess. Your tears may be wiped away, but now I need to make you smile again." Whispers Zoro with genuine concern.

Sanji's lips curl into a small smile at Zoro's words, his heart lighter with each passing moment.

"I'm not a mess, just a little tangled up inside," Sanji replies, his tone playful yet sincere. "But I'm all ears, how are you going to make me smile again?"

Zoro's grin widens at Sanji's response, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I have a few ideas... especially with you sit on my lap at my disposition."

Sanji chuckles softly, his smile widening at Zoro's playful suggestion.

"You're such a horny dog, Mosshead."

"Mhhh... not as much as you, Pervert-Cook."

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Zoro pulls Sanji closer, his lips crashing against his in a hunger-filled kiss. Sanji responds eagerly, their mouths moving together in a passionate dance. Wrapped in each other's arms, they cling to one another, their bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace. They break for a few seconds before crashing their lips again. Zoro passes his hand to the back of Sanji’s skull and grabs his blond hair, squeezing it in sign of envy. As Sanji squeezes Zoro’s collar to press him against him. Their tongues lie, fight and curl. The kisses are wet, interspersed with small moans.

Zoro's hand tightens in Sanji's hair, to pull his head back a little, making Sanji whine as his teeth come to nibble his Adam’s apple. Sanji arches his back, offering himself to Zoro's ministrations, his hands clutching at Zoro's shoulders in silent supplication. His breath quickens, his heart racing with anticipation. He wants to be touches by Zoro, to be undressed, to be kissed, to be consumed.

"Your pants are so tight, I can see from here that you are hard. With just a few kisses? Do you want me to touch you now, sensitive-Cook?” Zoro says, teasing while his finger brushes the bump in the pants.

"Yes, please," Sanji manages to stutter, a low moan escaping his lips at the sensation. The heat pooling in his belly intensifies at the thought of Zoro's touch, his desire burning brighter with each passing moment.

Zoro's fingers teasingly tracing the outline before finally closing around him in a firm grip. Sanji moans at the sensation, his body trembling with need as Zoro begins to stroke him slowly through his pants.

"You don't even show resistance, Cook."

Sanji bites his lip, a soft moan escaping as he glares at the swordsman, a spark of defiance flickering in his eyes despite the overwhelming pleasure.

"Sh-shut up, Mosshead," Sanji manages to retort, his voice shaky but laced with playful annoyance. "I-It's not like you're any better. Always acting all cool and stoic... but you are hard every time you see me. You are weak around me."

Zoro's lips curl into a smirk at Sanji's retort, his gaze smoldering with desire as he continues to stroke him slowly, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through Sanji's body.

"Oh, I'm weak, am I?" Zoro teases, his voice low and husky. "Well, let's see who's weaker."

With a sudden, swift motion, Zoro deftly unbuttons Sanji's pants, his fingers slipping inside to wrap around his heated flesh. Sanji gasps at the sudden contact, his head spinning with a dizzying mix of pleasure and arousal. Zoro slips one hand under the cook’s shirt to caress his back and hold it straight against him while his expert fingers begins to masturbate him gently. Sanji's resolve crumbles further, his hips instinctively thrusting into Zoro's hand, seeking more of the exquisite sensation.

"Damn it, Zoro," Sanji breathes, his voice a mixture of desperation and arousal. "You know exactly what you're doing."

Zoro's smirk deepens, his grip firm yet gentle as he strokes Sanji with a deliberate, tantalizing rhythm. "Of course I do, I know what you like, Sanji. I know how to make you feel good. But do you really know your body?" Zoro approaches the cook's ear and whisper with a deep voice, "After all, I only took you during one night... and you barely express your kinks, Mr I aim to please." He teases while brushing Sanji's tip with his thumb, enjoying the pre-cum.

Sanji bites his lip, trying to stifle the moan that escapes despite his efforts, his entire body reacting to the seductive teasing. "You... bastard," Sanji gasps, his voice trembling with need. "You know I... I don't usually..."

Zoro's smirk widens, his thumb continuing to tease Sanji's tip, spreading the pre-cum and increasing the friction. "I know, Cook, how about you tell me some kinks?" Zoro asks with a seductive voice, stroking Sanji's cock faster.

Sanji’s cheeks flush deeper as Zoro’s hand works him with increasing speed and precision. His fingers tighten on Zoro’s shoulders, his body instinctively seeking more of the delicious friction. The swordsman starts to kiss and nibble his neck, increasing the pleasure of his lover.

“I… I’ve never really thought about… kinks…”

Zoro’s grin broadens, his eyes dark with desire. “I don't believe you Pervert-cook. You are full of kinks, you're just chickening out."

Sanji’s face flushes even deeper, the mix of embarrassment and arousal making him feel lightheaded. “I’m not chickening out,” he mutters, though his voice lacks conviction, his body betraying him as it responds eagerly to Zoro’s touch.

“Really? Then tell me, Cook,” he whispers as he bites Sanji’s neck, “What are your kinks when you think of me?”

Sanji’s breath hitches, his heart pounding in his chest as Zoro’s teeth graze his neck. The words catch in his throat, a mix of embarrassment and desire making it hard to speak. He squeezes his eyes shut, his hands clutching at Zoro’s shoulders as he forces himself to confess.

“W-well,” Sanji stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never imagined having fantasies with a man one day...... but... I would love to... play with aphrodisiacs, alcohol and ice with you. Just blind your eyes to play on the sensory... aaaah... damn, Zoro." Sanji moans as Zoro jerks him off more firmly.

Zoro’s grin widens, his eyes darkening with lust at Sanji’s confession. “Aphrodisiacs, alcohol, and ice, huh? Sounds like you have quite the imagination, Cook.” He chuckles softly, his hand continuing its relentless, pleasurable assault. “Blinding me to heighten the sensations... you really are full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Sanji’s hips thrust into Zoro’s hand, his body responding eagerly to the teasing and the firm strokes. "You're the one who asked me!"

Zoro’s grip tightens slightly, his strokes becoming more deliberate and precise. “What else you want? I'm sure you want more domination from me. Right?"

"I... I do," Sanji admits, his voice barely above a whisper. The heat of embarrassment and desire makes it hard for him to speak, but he knows he wants to be honest with Zoro. "What do you like to do... aaah hum... when you dominate... Zoro?”

Zoro's lips curl into a smirk at Sanji's question, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire. He leans in closer, his breath hot against Sanji's ear as he whispers, "Oh, you wanna know when I'm holding back?" He pauses, his hand slowing slightly to tease Sanji, keeping him on the edge of pleasure as the cook nods. "I love to use toys, restraints, blindfolds... anything that can heighten your senses and make you feel completely at my mercy."

Sanji swallows, his hands shake on Zoro's shirt and his cock hardens. "Toys... restraints...?" he murmurs, his voice trembling with both curiosity and desire.

"Yes," Zoro replies, his lips brushing against Sanji's chin, his breath hot and licking his short beard. "I could use your fancy belt to tied you up, unable to move. And... hummm... use your tie to blindfold you while I take my time exploring every inch of your body. I want to hear you beg for release, to see you completely surrender to me."

"Oh god Zoro...," Sanji imagines being restrained and blindfolded by the man he desires more than anything. His grip on Zoro's shoulders becomes stronger. Zoro's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with anticipation at Sanji's reaction as he strokes his lover's length even faster.

"You like the idea, don't you, Cook?" Zoro murmurs, as his second hand grabs Sanji's tie to support his words. "Being completely at my mercy, unable to see or move, just feeling every touch, every sensation. My hands on your skin, touching your hard dick. My tongue everywhere, teasing all your sweet spots..."

Sanji's moans grow louder, the pleasure overwhelming as Zoro's hand works him with expert precision. "Shit..."

With a satisfied smirk, Zoro continues to stroke Sanji's length, his touch firm and deliberate. "I would make you come with just my fingers inside you and when you think it's over just because you came... oh I would fuck you mercyless. My cock buried deep inside you. You would beg me for me and I wouldn't give it to you. You would then beg me to stop because it's too much and... hum, I would just make you cry... my slutty-cook."

Sanji's body shudders at Zoro's words, a wave of pleasure and desire crashing over him at the thought of being completely at Zoro's mercy. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his mind consumed by the intoxicating fantasy playing out in his mind.

"Z-Zoro," Sanji moans, his voice thick with need. "Take off your cock too, put it against mine.”

Zoro's eyes darken with desire at Sanji's request, his own arousal burning hot as he watches the cook squirm with need. Without hesitation, he reaches down, swiftly undoing his own pants and freeing his hardened length. He positions himself against Sanji's, the heat of their arousal mingling as they press together in a tantalizing embrace. Their mouths meet in a hungry, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a fervent embrace as they lose themselves in the intoxicating heat of their desire. With each thrust of their hips, their pleasure builds, the friction sending waves of ecstasy coursing through them both.

"Fuck, Sanji," his voice rough with need. "You're so fucking hot. Do you want to ride me?"

Sanji locks his eyes in Zoro's after hearing such a suggestion, his mind reeling with desire as he imagines the sensation of being impaled on Zoro's cock. His own arousal burns hotter at the thought, his body responding eagerly to the idea.

"I would love that." Sanji pants, his voice thick with need. "Let me... grab some lube."

Zoro nods, his own breath coming in shallow pants as he watches Sanji. The sight of the cook so aroused and eager makes his own need almost unbearable. "Hurry up, Cook," he growls, his voice rough with anticipation.

Sanji quickly stands up, he walks to the kitchen side of the galley and grab some oil, his hands trembling slightly. Once he has it, he returns to Zoro, their eyes locking once again as he sits back on hid lover's lap.

"Let me undress you, Cook... and give me the oil, I'll prepare you. I don't want you to feel any pain this time."

He hands Zoro the oil, their fingers brushing briefly, "Alright," he whispers, his voice shaky with excitement.

Zoro takes the oil and sets it aside for a moment, his hands moving to undress Sanji. His fingers work deftly, unbuttoning Sanji's shirt as he devours the mouth of his lover, and sliding it off his shoulders, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest. He follows with Sanji's pants, slowly pulling them down and off, leaving the cook completely exposed. He grabs his hands to pull him back on his lap. Sanji stands on his knees, on either side of Zoro’s waist. The cook takes the time to remove Zoro's shirt and hamaraki and captures his lips again.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Zoro breathes, his eyes raking over Sanji's body with an intense hunger as he caresses everywhere he can on this milky skin, his touch both reverent and possessive. "I could look at you forever."

"You are really handsome, too. I don’t think I’m telling you enough.”

Zoro's heart skips a beat as he hears Sanji's words, and a warm sensation spreads through his chest as a genuine compliment. Their gazes lock for a moment, a silent understanding passing between them. "Thanks, Cook."

Sanji smiles shyly, his usual bravado softened by the intimacy of the situation. He leans in and tenderly kisses Zoro's lips. Zoro slips his hands into Sanji’s bare back, he gently caresses it, with the flat of his hands, enjoying the warmth and softness of the skin. Their lips do not separate, they could merge. Sanji ties his arms around Zoro’s neck and they cuddle for a few minutes on this large galley sofa. Zoro’s hands move with a renewed sense of purpose, taking the oil and heating it between his fingers before sliding them along Sanji’s thigh, making him shiver. He passes them on the bones of his pelvis, caresses the lower back and along the parting of his buttocks until he gently presses them against't Sanji's entrance.

The cook melts into Zoro’s embrace, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. One of Zoro’s fingers slides inside him without too much difficulty with the oil, he feels a little resistance so he remains gentle in his movements. Sanji’s fingers tighten around Zoro’s shoulders and his lips tense. Although he wants to, he cannot deny that he is still a little disturbed by this way of making love.

Zoro smiles against Sanji’s skin, his lips pressing soft kisses along his jawline, his neck, and down to his collarbone. "Mhh, you're so tight..."

He continues to prepare Sanji, adding a second finger and moving with expert precision, brushing against his prostate, making the blond shakes against him. Zoro’s other hand finds Sanji’s nipple, rolling it between his fingers, eliciting a gasp from the cook. His lips move to Sanji’s ear, nibbling and licking.

"Does is it feel okay, Cook? You are shaking when I touch you here." Zoro says while he presses gently against Sanji's spot.

"Yes," he whispers, his voice strained with a mix of pleasure and lingering apprehension. "Still a little bit weird but... good."

"As long as he doesn't hurt, and you like this, it's all good. I will add a third finger, do you think you can take it?"

Sanji nods, his body still trembling slightly from the intensity of the sensations but a playful smile appears on his lips. "Of course, I can handle it. Do you think I'm made a glass, Mosshead?”

Zoro chuckles softly, his eyes glinting with amusement and affection. "Not at all, Cook," he replies, his voice low and teasing. "I know you're tougher than that."

With gentle care, Zoro adds a third finger, moving slowly to ensure Sanji remains comfortable. He feels the initial resistance but continues with deliberate, soothing strokes, watching Sanji’s expressions closely for any signs of discomfort. But the cook's crimson cheeks because of the pleasure turns him somehow cute for Zoro. Once again, he spreads Sanji’s bangs back to see his whole face. His eyes are closed, focused on pleasure, his mouth is slightly ajar, letting pass small moans and his breath warm. Zoro looks down, Sanji stands a little back, sat on his knees. He can see all his chest, belly, fine muscles, but present under his milky skin covered with sweat. His lover is a success... He always managed to have sex with partners he liked, feminine and masculine. Handsome men, Zoro saw them. But Sanji... This man was playing in another level. Looking at him like that, knowing that Sanji was not just a partner, but his partner, as he said himself, his nakama, his rival, his best friend, his lover...

"Sanji... I can't wait anymore... Please, come and ride me, I want you so bad."

Sanji's eyes flutter open, and he meets Zoro's gaze, his own filled with a mix of lust and affection. The cook’s breath catches in his throat at the raw need he sees in the swordsman’s eyes, making his heart pound even harder. He slowly moves back, Zoro's fingers slipping out of him, and positions himself above Zoro’s throbbing length. He grabs the swordsman’s cock, guides it to his entrance, and starts to lower himself, feeling Zoro stretch him in the most delicious way. The initial burn quickly transforms into overwhelming pleasure, and a low moan escapes his lips.

At that feeling the two men breathe more deeply. Sanji closes his eyes by reflex and a small moan escapes him as Zoro expresses several loud sighs, his body ablaze while Sanji surrounds him with his heat. Zoro's hands find their place on Sanji's hips, his grip firm yet gentle, helping to guide him as he lowers himself fully onto Zoro’s cock. The feeling of being filled so completely makes Sanji tremble with pleasure, his hands resting on Zoro’s chest for support.

"Shit... Cook, you are so tight..."

Sanji lets out a shaky breath, his body adjusting to the fullness. He starts to move, lifting himself slightly before sinking back down, setting a slow, clumsy rhythm, since it's the first time he does that. But that sends waves of pleasure through both of them. The friction, the heat, the intimacy of their connection—it’s almost too much to bear. Zoro’s hands slide up Sanji’s sides, caressing his waist, his ribs, his chest. He thumbs Sanji’s nipples, rolling them gently between his fingers, eliciting a gasp from the cook. His lips find Sanji’s neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, his breath hot against him.

"Cook, you should have a second bounty... it's illegal to be that sexy..."

Sanji's cheeks flush deeply at Zoro's words, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal making his heart race even faster. "W-what would be... aaah... the price on my second bounty?" he manages to stammer, though his voice is shaky, betraying his pleasure.

Sanji's movements become more fluid as he gains confidence, his hips rolling and grinding against Zoro's lap, drawing deeper, more guttural moans from both of them. The friction between their bodies creates an intense heat, the feeling of Zoro's cock stretching and filling him giving Sanji a delicious pleasure.

Zoro's eyes gleam with amusement and desire as he meets Sanji's gaze. "Your second bounty, huh?" he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Let's say... more than ten billion. No one can match your beauty right now."

Sanji's heart pounds even harder at Zoro's words, a mix of embarrassment and pride flooding through him. He leans down, capturing Zoro's lips in a passionate kiss, their bodies moving in perfect sync as their rhythm becomes more urgent. The feeling of Zoro's cock stretching and filling him sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body, pushing him closer to the edge with each movement.

"Zoro... fuck..." Sanji gasps, his hands clutching at Zoro's shoulders for support as he moves faster, his hips grinding against the swordsman's lap. "You're... huuum... so deep... and... aaah... big..."

Zoro's grip tightens on Sanji's hips, guiding him with firm yet gentle hands. "You're taking me so well, Cook," he growls, his voice strained with need. "Keep rocking these hips, use your perfect legs to mount me, pleasure yourself."

Zoro's words cause Sanji to exhale, a surge of arousal coursing through him at the encouragement. With renewed determination, he sets a faster pace, his hips rocking and grinding against Zoro's lap with abandon. Zoro's fingers trace patterns along Sanji's skin, eliciting shivers of pleasure with each caress. Sanji moans, his voice a melody of ecstasy as he surrenders himself completely to the overwhelming sensations. It's delicious to see his lover riding him like that but Zoro feels like Sanji is holding himself, so he decides to provoke him a little.

"C'mon Shit-cook, that's all you got? I told you if you wanted to ride me, not dancing on me."

Sanji's eyes widen at Zoro's provocation, a mixture of surprise and arousal flashing across his features. He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks at the challenge, his competitive spirit stirring within him.

"How dare you..." Sanji retreats, removing Zoro’s length from him before grabbing him by his pants that he still wears. With a sudden gesture, he throws Zoro to the ground, surprising the swordsman while his back slams on the wood. He opens his eyes wide and is about to complain but Sanji is already on him, impaling himself again on his hard cock. "Stupid cactus face, I’ll make you cry and come before me.”

"Oh wow," Zoro chuckles, his voice a mixture of surprise and arousal as Sanji begins to ride him with a ferocity that takes his breath away.

He can feel the power in Sanji's legs as he moves. Zoro tries to regain control, his hands reaching for Sanji's hips to guide him, but Sanji is too determined, too focused on driving them both to the brink of pleasure. Zoro tries to regain some semblance of control, his hands gripping Sanji's hips as he meets him thrust for thrust. But it's futile, Sanji is relentless in his pursuit of pleasure, his movements driving Zoro to the brink of madness.

"Damn it, Cook," Zoro pants, his voice thick with desire. "You are swallowing me like crazy... Keep using this legs and-"

"Shut up, I said I'm going to make you cry." Sanji answers with a cocky smile. He squeezes his knees against Zoro's hips, making him groan, while his thighs increase the speed and power of the movement.

Sanji's cocky smile only grows wider as he feels Zoro's desperation mounting. It's a heady sensation, knowing he holds such power over the stoic swordsman, being able to drive him to the brink of madness with just the movements of his body. With each tantalizing thrust, he brings Zoro to the edge of orgasm, only to pull back at the last moment, denying him the release he craves.

He relishes in the control he holds, using the strength in his legs to edge Zoro repeatedly. The sensation of Zoro's cock throbbing inside him, so close to release yet denied it time and time again, is intoxicating. Sanji revels in the maddening pleasure of it all, feeling a rush of dominance surge through him with each teasing movement.

Each time Zoro is on the cusp of climax, Sanji changes his rhythm, slowing down or altering the angle of his thrusts, pushing Zoro to the brink of madness with his teasing. He delights in the way Zoro's breath hitches, his body trembling with need as he struggles to hold on. It's a game of pleasure and control, and Sanji is determined to emerge victorious.

"Sanji," Zoro groans, his voice thick with need as he feels himself teetering on the edge. The desperation in his voice only spurs Sanji on, driving him to push Zoro even further, to deny him release for just a little while longer.

But even as he revels in the power he holds over Zoro, a part of him can't help but feel a pang of desire. He wants to see Zoro come undone beneath him, to feel him shatter into ecstasy at his touch. And as Zoro's pleas grow more desperate, Sanji finds himself torn between the thrill of control and the longing for mutual release.

"Please..." Zoro's voice is a desperate plea, his body trembling with need as he struggles to hold on.

"Well, well, well... Even when I'm the bottom, I can make you beg. Guess I'm way better than you in sex, Shitty swordsman."

Sanji's taunting words send a jolt of excitement through Zoro, even in his desperate state. The challenge in Sanji's tone only spurs him on, fueling his desire to prove himself to his cocky lover.

"Is that so, Cook?" Zoro retorts, his voice laced with amusement despite his desperation. "Fine, I'll be obedient today... but next time, you will beg for mercy after coming again and again."

Sanji's grin widens at Zoro's words, his competitive spirit ignited by the swordsman's challenge. "We'll see about that, Mosshead.”

With a mischievous gleam in his eyes, Sanji resumes his merciless movements, his hips rocking and grinding against Zoro's lap with relentless determination. He can feel the tension building between them, the heat of their desire reaching a fever pitch as they hurtle toward their climax. Zoro's hands roam Sanji's body, trailing over his heated skin with a hunger that matches his own. With a firm grip, he guides Sanji's cock, stroking him in time with their frantic rhythm, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

Sanji's breath hitches as pleasure courses through him, his body trembling with need as he feels himself teetering on the brink of release. With a final, desperate thrust, he lets out a low, guttural moan, his climax washing over him in a wave of ecstasy. At the same time, Zoro's own release overtakes him, his body tensing as he spills himself inside Sanji, their shared pleasure mingling in a delicious frenzy of sensation. Sanji collapse on Zoro, his mind is numb and his breath is difficult. He feels the strong arms of his lover wrap around him.

"Told you I would make you smile, Cook."

"Yeah... I'm so sorry for earlier..."

"Don't be, Sanji. You know what you have to do to heal yourself now. And as I said, when you start overthinking it, remember our conversation."

Sanji nods weakly, his cheek resting against Zoro's chest as he listens to the comforting rhythm of his lover's heartbeat. Despite the lingering doubts and insecurities that still plague his mind, he finds solace in Zoro's words, in the warmth of his embrace.

"Yeah... you're right," Sanji murmurs, his voice soft with gratitude. "Zoro?"

Zoro gently strokes Sanji's hair, a reassuring gesture that fills the cook with a sense of comfort and security. "Mhh-hm?" he asks, his voice a soothing rumble in the quiet of the galley.

Sanji lifts his head slightly, meeting Zoro's gaze with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "You said you are bad with words... but you always find the right one for me. I... I think you’re a very good partner, Zoro."

Zoro's heart swells with affection at Sanji's words, a warmth spreading through him at the genuine sincerity in his lover's voice. He meets Sanji's gaze with a soft smile, his eyes filled with an unspoken understanding and love and kisses him.

"Thank you, Cook."

They share a quiet moment together, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of love and gratitude.

"Cook... we are lying on the floor of the galley, cover in cum for me... maybe we should..."

Sanji chuckles softly in agreement, his cheeks flushing slightly at the reminder of their messy state. "Yeah, you're probably right," he admits, a playful glint in his eyes. "Lead the way, Mosshead."

With a shared laugh, they untangle themselves from each other and begin to gather their discarded clothes, their movements easy and familiar. As they make their way to the bathroom to clean up, the warm embrace of their love surrounds them, filling the air with a sense of peace and contentment.

As they stand together in the bathroom, the warm water cascading over their bodies, Sanji can't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him. The events of their passionate encounter still linger in his mind, but amidst the warmth of the water and the comforting presence of Zoro beside him, he finds himself feeling lighter, freer. As he scrubs away the remnants of their lovemaking, a thought crosses Sanji's mind—a thought that has been lingering at the back of his consciousness for some time now. He knows that healing from his trauma won't be easy, that it will take time and patience, but in this moment, with Zoro by his side, he feels a flicker of hope stirring within him.

With a determined expression, Sanji vows to himself that he will confront his demons, that he will not let his past dictate his future. He knows that he still has a long road ahead of him, but for the first time in a long while, he feels ready to face it head-on.

As he steps out of the shower, the weight of his trauma still heavy on his shoulders, Sanji knows that he is not alone—that he has Zoro by his side, ready to support him every step of the way. And with that thought in mind, he feels a sense of strength and resilience fill him, guiding him forward into a future filled with hope and healing.

Chapter Text

In the crow's nest, the soft sounds of waves gently lapping against the ship's hull create a calming backdrop. Sanji sits comfortably on a wooden bench, the book Overcoming Trauma: Steps to Recovery open in his lap. His eyes move across the lines, absorbing the words that offer guidance and solace. The warm sunlight filters through the windows, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow around him.

Nearby, Zoro is immersed in his training, the rhythmic clinking of weights punctuating the serene atmosphere. His muscles ripple with each lift, a testament to his dedication and strength. Sanji glances up from his book occasionally, his eyes lingering on Zoro's powerful form. The sight of his lover working so diligently brings a small smile to his lips, filling him with a sense of admiration and comfort.

Sanji returns his focus to the book, his fingers tracing the lines as he reads:

"Recovery is not a linear journey. It is filled with peaks and valleys, progress and setbacks. Embrace each step, no matter how small, and be kind to yourself through the process."

He takes a deep breath, letting the words sink in. It's a reminder he needs—one that reassures him that healing is a gradual process, and it's okay to take it one day at a time. As he turns the page, he feels the weight of his past slowly lifting, replaced by a growing sense of hope. The book has become a valuable companion in his journey, offering insights and strategies that resonate with his experiences. It encourages him to acknowledge his feelings, to confront his pain, and to seek support when needed.

"Identify your support system. Surround yourself with those who understand and care for you. Lean on them during difficult times, and let their presence be a source of strength."

Sanji glances up at Zoro again, his heart swelling with gratitude. The swordsman is not just his lover, but his rock, his unwavering support. Sanji knows he can rely on Zoro, and that knowledge gives him the courage to keep moving forward.

Zoro pauses his training for a moment, catching Sanji's eye. "How's the book, Cook?" he asks, his voice rough yet filled with genuine curiosity.

Sanji closes the book slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face. "It's good," he replies, his voice steady.

With a reassuring nod from Zoro, Sanji sets the book aside and picks up his journal. He flips to a blank page, his mind already beginning to sort through his thoughts. He takes a deep breath, allowing the peaceful atmosphere of the crow's nest to center him. Then, he begins to write.

Journal Entry

Today, I read about the importance of a support system and how healing is not a linear journey. It resonated deeply with me, especially considering my recent reflections on my relationship with Zoro.

My last entry was filled with doubts and fears about the authenticity of my feelings for him. I was worried that my attraction to Zoro was more about filling a void than true love. We talked about it, and he helped me realize that what I feel is genuine. Yes, my past shapes a lot of who I am, but it doesn't define my love for Zoro. I love him for who he is—strong, dependable, and incredibly caring.

One part of the book that stood out to me was about identifying and leaning on a support system. I've realized that Zoro is a crucial part of mine. He's always been there for me, offering strength and comfort. But it's also important for me to remember that I have other friends who care about me, like Luffy, Nami, and the rest of the crew. They all play a part in my recovery, even if they don't realize it.

Going forward, I want to make a conscious effort to communicate more openly with Zoro about my feelings and struggles. I know he wants to help, and I need to let him in.

Sanji finishes writing and closes the journal with a sense of accomplishment. The act of putting his thoughts into words brings a clarity and peace that he didn't have before. He looks over at Zoro, who has resumed his training, with a playful smile. Sanji lights a cigarette, the familiar action grounding him even more.

"You are all sweaty, Mosshead. It's gross," Sanji teases, blowing out a stream of smoke with a smirk.

Zoro glances up, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "Better to be sweaty from training than to be a lazy cook who smokes all day," he shoots back, his tone light and playful.

Sanji chuckles, taking another drag from his cigarette. "At least I'm not the one stinking up the place."

"Maybe you should join me then," Zoro suggests, lifting a particularly heavy weight. "A little training wouldn't hurt you, Cook. But, oh wait, you can't lift a thing."

Sanji narrows his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes another drag from his cigarette. "Oh, I can lift plenty, Marimo. I just prefer to keep my strength in the kitchen where it counts."

Zoro snorts, setting the weight down and wiping the sweat from his brow. "Excuses, excuses. You’re just afraid you’ll look weak next to me."

Sanji stands up, stretching his arms above his head with a lazy grin. "Afraid? Of you? Don’t make me laugh," he retorts, flicking ash from his cigarette. "I’d rather not waste my time proving what we both already know."

Zoro raises an eyebrow, a challenge gleaming in his eyes. "And what’s that, Cook?"

Sanji steps closer, the scent of smoke mingling with the salty sea air. "That I’m better than you, Mosshead. But if you’re itching for a competition, I can show you what these legs can really do."

Zoro smirks, clearly amused. "Alright, show me what you’ve got. But don’t cry when you lose."

Sanji takes another slow drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out. "Let’s make a deal. If I win, you help me with the kitchen dishes for a week. And if you win, I’ll join you for training every morning for a week."

Zoro nods, extending his hand. "Deal."

Sanji doesn't wait for Zoro to make the first move. With a swift, powerful kick, he aims directly at Zoro's midsection. Zoro barely has time to react, his instincts kicking in as he grabs his swords, unsheathing them in one fluid motion to block the incoming attack. The force of Sanji's kick sends vibrations through the blades, a testament to the strength in his legs.

"You didn't say we were starting now," Zoro growls, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

Sanji smirks, his eyes glinting with competitive fire. "A true warrior is always ready, Mosshead."

Zoro adjusts his stance, the familiar weight of his swords grounding him as he prepares for the next move. "Alright, Cook. Let's see what you've got."

Sanji moves with the grace and speed of a seasoned fighter, launching a series of rapid kicks that force Zoro to stay on the defensive. The confined space of the crow's nest adds an extra layer of challenge, each combatant needing to be mindful of their footing and the limited room to maneuver. Zoro blocks and parries, his swords moving in a blur of steel as he matches Sanji's attacks. It's a dance of power and precision, each strike and counterstrike executed with purpose and intent.

"You think your fancy footwork can beat my swords?" Zoro taunts, a grin spreading across his face.

Sanji's response is a powerful roundhouse kick that Zoro barely deflects with the flat of his blade. "I'll show you that my legs are just as deadly as your swords."

With a burst of speed, Sanji closes the distance between them, his movements a blur as he unleashes a flurry of kicks. Zoro meets him head-on, their attacks clashing with a thunderous intensity that sends shockwaves through the crow's nest. The two fighters move in perfect sync, their combat a testament to their training and experience. Zoro starts to smile, a mischievous glint dances in his eyes as an idea forms in his mind. He knows Sanji's weaknesses, knows how to push his buttons just enough to throw him off balance.

"So, Cook," Zoro begins, his voice casual yet laced with underlying mischief. "I have to admit, your kicks are stronger than before. And that technique... it's impressive."

Sanji's cheeks flush slightly at the unexpected compliment, his usual confidence faltering for just a moment. "O-of course they are!" he stammers, his gaze flickering away as he tries to regain his composure.

But Zoro doesn't let up, his grin widening as he continues to shower Sanji with praise. "You need to stop wearing suit pants that tight, are you trying to distract your ennemy with your perfect ass?"

Sanji freezes for a second. He's not used to receiving such direct compliments, even from his lover. Despite his best efforts to maintain his cool facade, he can feel the warmth spreading through him at the swordsman's words. Zoro takes advantage of Sanji's momentary distraction, his movements swift and calculated as he closes the distance between them. With a deft maneuver, he pins Sanji to the floor, his swords held firmly at his sides.

"Gotcha, Cook," Zoro grins triumphantly, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Sanji's heart races at the sudden turn of events, his breath catching in his throat as he meets Zoro's gaze.

"YOU CHEATER! THAT'S NOT A WIN! THAT'S NOT HOW WE FIGHT!" Sanji screams, wriggling.

"Aw, but you are so sensitive, Lovecook."

Sanji's face contorts in frustration, his cheeks red with a mix of embarrassment and indignation. "That's not fair! You can't just distract me with compliments and then ambush me like that!"

Zoro grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he releases Sanji from his hold. "Hey, you're the one who fell for it, Cook. Maybe next time you'll be more careful. Now that I have you at my mercy... what could I do to this sexy body?" Zoro says while he licks his lips.

"NO WAY! GET OFF ME, YOU STUPID HORNY DOG!" Sanji screams, even if his cheeks are now crimson.

Zoro laughs heartily at Sanji's reaction, thoroughly enjoying his lover's flustered state. "Ah, come on, Cook. You know you love it," he teases, his grin growing as he leans in closer, his breath warming Sanji's ear.

Sanji squirms under Zoro's gaze, his heart racing as he tries to wriggle free from the swordsman's swords. "I swear, Seaweed, if you don't let go right now, I'll kick your ass so hard you'll be tasting leather for a week!"

"A week? You mean the week when you'll come lift weights with me every morning as part of our deal, since you lost the fight, right, Dartbrow?"

Sanji's eyes widen in realization, "Damn it, Mosshead," he mutters under his breath, cursing his own forgetfulness.

Zoro enjoys Sanji's flustered reaction. "Looks like someone's got a date with the weights."

Sanji scowls, "About date… Why in the hell I agreed to date you?"

Zoro's grin turns into a smirk as he watches Sanji's scowl. "Because deep down, you know you can't resist me," he replies, his tone playful yet confident.

Sanji rolls his eyes, though there's a hint of amusement in his expression. "More like I was just trying to shut you up. Now get your swords off me so I can get up."

"Why, I meant it when I said that now you are at my mercy and I can do what I want to your body."

"Zoro, I'm really going to kill you."

"Come on, Cook, where's your sense of adventure?" he teases, though he knows he's pushing his luck.

Sanji's scowl deepens, his frustration mounting as he struggles against Zoro's playful hold. "I swear, if you don't let me up right now, I'll—"

But before he can finish his threat, Zoro relents, releasing Sanji from his grasp with a chuckle. "Alright, alright, I'll let you off the hook this time," he says, though there's a mischievous glint in his eyes that suggests he's not done teasing yet.

Sanji rolls his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're impossible..." he mutters under his breath, though there's a hint of fondness in his tone. As they both stand up and dust themselves off, Sanji shoots Zoro a warning glare. "Just remember, Mosshead, payback's a bitch."

"Sure, by the way, the bitch is awake at 7AM for the weight lifting!"

"FUCK YOU!"

Zoro laughs heartily at Sanji's retort, the sound echoing through the empty crow's nest as the cook storms off in frustration. He watches Sanji disappear down the ladder, still chuckling to himself as he savors the victory.

Sanji’s frustration simmers beneath the surface as he moves around the kitchen, his hands working efficiently to prepare a hearty pasta dish for lunch. The rhythmic clatter of pots and pans fills the air, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in his mind. With each chop of the knife and stir of the sauce, memories of his recent duel with Zoro flood his thoughts. He can't shake the feeling of defeat, the way Zoro's playful taunts and compliments had thrown him off balance. It's infuriating to admit, but he can't deny the truth: Zoro had outsmarted him, and it stings.

With a huff, Sanji stirs the sauce vigorously, the wooden spoon clanking against the sides of the pot. "Damn mosshead," he mutters under his breath, trying to shake off the frustration.

To distract himself, he grabs his book, Overcoming Trauma: Steps to Recovery, he props the book up against a bowl. Sanji flips to the chapter titled "Reclaiming Your Strength: Building Confidence and Resilience." The chapter opens with a comforting introduction, emphasizing the importance of acknowledging one's past traumas while also focusing on the present and future. It's about finding the balance between accepting what has happened and not letting it define your life.

The first section, "Understanding Self-Worth," dives into the concept of self-esteem and how trauma can erode one's sense of value. The text explains that rebuilding self-worth is a gradual process, requiring patience and self-compassion. It suggests practical exercises like daily affirmations, journaling about one's strengths, and setting small, achievable goals to foster a sense of accomplishment.

Sanji finds himself particularly drawn to the second section, "Facing and Embracing Vulnerability." It discusses how vulnerability is often seen as a weakness but is, in fact, a profound strength. By allowing oneself to be vulnerable, a person can form deeper connections with others and foster genuine self-acceptance. The book offers strategies for embracing vulnerability, such as speaking openly about one's feelings and seeking support from trusted friends or partners.

As Sanji stirs the sauce, he reads on about "Building Resilience Through Routine." This part highlights the importance of establishing daily routines that include self-care, physical activity, and mindfulness practices. The consistency of a routine can provide a sense of stability and control, helping to mitigate the chaotic feelings that often accompany trauma.

"But I don't get it... I'm already doing that... I do my exercises every morning, cook all day, eat well, bath every day, even do meditation and sex with the Mosshead almost every night... That sounds like a routine for me..." Sanji says, for himself, alone in the kitchen.

He sighs, feeling some frustration but he continues reading, hoping to find something that resonates more deeply with his personal experiences.

The final section of the chapter, "Empowerment Through Action," catches his eye. It encourages readers to take proactive steps toward their goals and dreams, emphasizing the importance of setting boundaries, pursuing passions, and surrounding oneself with positive influences. It suggests that by taking action, even small steps, individuals can reclaim their agency and feel empowered in their healing journey.

"What? I'm doing all that too! Cooking isn't a job, it's a daily passion. And I'm proactive towards my goal! I'm looking for All blue every day!" Sanji's frustration bubbles up as he reads the book, feeling like he's hitting a wall. "What am I missing?" he mutters to himself, the sauce simmering on the stove in front of him. He doesn't understand why, despite doing everything the book suggests, he still struggles with his nightmares and insecurities. He closes the book with a sigh, leaning against the counter and staring at the ceiling. "I do everything right... I cook, I train, I have a routine, I have friends who care about me, and I have Zoro... Why can't I shake these feelings?"

As he continues to stare blankly at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts, the galley door swings open. Jimbei and Robin step in, their conversation halting as they notice Sanji's distant expression. They exchange a concerned glance before approaching him.

"Sanji? Are you alright?" Robin calls softly, her voice gentle and filled with concern.

Jimbei, with his usual calm and reassuring presence, steps closer to Sanji, looking at the book in his hands. "You seem troubled, my friend. Is there something on your mind?"

Sanji snaps out of his reverie, blinking as he focuses on the two of them. He gives a weak smile, trying to brush off his worries. "Oh, hey, you two. Just... thinking about some things," he says, his tone not quite convincing.

Robin's keen eyes catch the title of the book, and she raises an eyebrow. "Overcoming Trauma? That's the book I gave you. Are you finding it helpful?"

Sanji hesitates, then sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I'm trying, but it feels like I'm missing something. I'm doing everything it suggests, but... I still have these nightmares. It's like I'm stuck."

Robin's eyes soften with understanding. "Healing is a complex journey, Sanji. It's not always about following steps perfectly. Sometimes, it's about finding what truly resonates with you."

Jimbe nods in agreement. "It's not a sign of failure to struggle. It's a sign that you're trying, that you're confronting your past instead of running from it."

Sanji looks between them, feeling a mix of gratitude and frustration. "I get that, but it's just... I dunno…"

"I’m listening, Sanji." Robin steps closer.

"I’m trying to figure it out alone. But... it's hard."

"You don't have to do it alone, Sanji. Do you talk about it with Zoro?" Asks Jimbe with is deep reassuring voice.

Sanji's mind drifts back to the conversation he had with Zoro the other night in the galley. The memory is vivid, and the emotions he felt then resurface, mingling with the present moment. He remembers how hard it was to voice his fears and insecurities, to confront the possibility that his feelings might not be as genuine as he wanted them to be. Sanji feels a pang in his chest as he recalls Zoro's response, the way his partner had reassured him with steady words and a gentle touch.

He takes a deep breath, focusing back on the present. Jimbe's question hangs in the air, and Sanji knows he needs to answer honestly so he nods slowly, explaining the conversation.

"So yeah, we talked. It was... really hard. I told him everything, all my fears about our relationship, about whether my feelings are real or just a way to cope with my trauma."

Robin's eyes soften with understanding. "And what did Zoro say?"

"He listened, really listened. He didn't try to fix it or tell me I was wrong. He just... held me. He told me that whatever I felt, it was okay."

Jimbe nods, his presence calm and reassuring. "That's good, Sanji!"

Sanji manages a small smile, feeling the weight of their support. "Yeah, it does help. It's just... I guess I'm still figuring it all out. But sometimes... when I overthinking it or when I have flashbacks or nightmares, I still feel I'm going to break in peaces and that I'm using Zoro."

Jimbe and Robin exchange a knowing glance, their expressions filled with empathy. They understand the complexity of Sanji's struggle, the weight of his insecurities and doubts.

"Sanji, I remember how Zoro and you end up together because we talked about it. If I'm correct, Zoro told you that he wouldn't mind being in a relationship with you and after a long reflection you tried it. But nothing else happened between you that created this relationship?" Asks Robin with genuine intentions.

Sanji nods slowly, grateful for Robin's understanding. "I don’t know. It was... a lot to take in, and I think I just needed time to wrap my head around it."

"That's not what I meant, Sanji. Basically, Zoro went to ask you out and you said yes. Everything went well. Even if you broke up one time for good reasons, you are back together and from what I understand, despite your doubts, Zoro managed to prove to you that you feel love for him and not just a response to your trauma."

"I think I know what you mean, Robin." Comments Jimbe with a smile.

"If you don't want to have doubt about your relationship, how about you do what the book is trying to explain you about taking control. Imagine yourself not with Zoro. But you want to be with him. What would you do to have a relationship with him?"

"I guess... I would seduce him?" Answers Sanji, blushing.

"Exactly. It would make you feel Zoro that you are in this relationship because you love him. That's how you take control. You trauma is a trick from your brain. Trick your brain in return." Concludes Robin with a confident smile.

Sanji's cheeks flush deeper with embarrassment at Robin's suggestion, but he can't deny the logic behind her words. Taking control of his own narrative, of his own feelings, feels empowering in a way he hadn't considered before.

"Right... seducing him," Sanji mumbles, the idea taking root in his mind. "But the thing is… I know how to seduce a woman! How do you seduce a man, a Zoro besides…"

Jimbe chuckles a bit, his expression encouraging. "I’m sure Zoro isn’t that complicated to seduce. He is rather simple."

"Yeah he is..." Answers Sanji. "Are you guys hungry? Lunch is almost ready. I made pasta Bolognese."

Robin and Jimbe exchange a glance, their expressions softening with warmth. "That sounds wonderful, Sanji," Robin says, her tone filled with appreciation. "Thank you for cooking for us."

Jimbe nods in agreement, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yes, thank you, Sanji. Your cooking is always a treat."

Sanji smiles back, the weight of their earlier conversation still lingering in his mind but tempered by the comfort of their presence. "It's no problem at all. I'm glad you both enjoy it." He gestures to the table, where plates and utensils are already set out. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. Lunch will be ready in just a few minutes."

As they gather around the table, the aroma of the pasta filling the air, Sanji feels a sense of peace settle over him. The rest of the crew join, a few minutes later. When Zoro enters the galley, he can't help but smile.

“You're right to make good food, Cook. You will need strength for lifting weights with me!”

"SHUT UP, YOU TRAITOR, CHEATER!" Sanji screams as he throws a rag.

The crew members exchange puzzled glances, unsure of what just transpired between Sanji and Zoro. Sanji's outburst, however, only serves to fuel their curiosity, and they exchange a knowing look.

"Sanji will you train like Zoro?" Asks Luffy, innocently.

"Damn right he will! He lost our duel this morning." Chuckles Zoro.

"You. cheat. Not a fair fight!" Groans Sanji as he serves the pasta, hitting Luffy on the head to keep him from jumping on it.

Luffy rubs his head, pouting slightly at the unexpected blow. "Ouch! What was that for, Sanji?"

Sanji sighs, a hint of exasperation in his tone. "Just trying to keep you from ruining the food, Captain. And for your information, I'll train with Zoro because I'm loyal to my deal! Not like this cheater!"

Luffy blinks, his pout turning into a wide grin as he processes Sanji's response. "Oh, got it! You're sticking to your word, Sanji! Good on ya!"

Sanji nods, feeling a sense of pride at Luffy's understanding. "Exactly, Luffy. A promise is a promise, after all."

Zoro chuckles, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk. "Looks like I've got myself a training partner tomorrow, whether you like it or not, Cook."

Sanji shoots him a glare. "Don't talk to me, cheater!"

"But how Zoro cheated on your duel?" Asks Luffy, still with innocence, while the two men starts to blush.

"Well... um..." Starts Zoro, not sure how to explain that.

"That stupid Seaweed used compliments! So I lost my balance! How dare you trigger my romantic side, in a fight?"

"Not my fault if you are a hopeless Love-cook!" Zoro barks back.

The crew erupts into laughter at the exchange between Sanji and Zoro, amused by their banter.

"You guys really use the love card during your fight now!" Chimes in Usopp, grinning mischievously.

Sanji sighs with embarrassment, "Shut up, Usopp! Mind your own business!"

Usopp laughs along with the rest of the crew, thoroughly entertained by the exchange. "Hey, I'm just saying, love is a powerful weapon! Who knew it could work in a fight?"

Sanji rolls his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. "Alright, alright, enough teasing. Let's just enjoy the meal before Luffy eats everything!"

The crew continues to laugh and joke, the camaraderie and warmth of their bond filling the galley with a sense of joy and contentment. Sanji sits in his chair, next to Zoro, He still sulks but remembers the words of Robin and Jimbe. Sanji's mind races as he contemplates their advice. Seduce him, they had said. But how to seduce a person like Zoro? Sanji knows he wouldn't approach it the same way he would with a woman. Zoro is different, and Sanji wants their connection to feel genuine and authentic.

Lost in thought, Sanji absently twirls a strand of hair as he watches Zoro talk and joke with the rest of the crew. There's a warmth in Zoro's smile, a sincerity in his laughter that tugs at Sanji's heartstrings. He realizes that he's already drawn to Zoro, not just physically but emotionally as well. As they finish their meal and the crew begins to disperse, Sanji makes a decision. He'll take control of his feelings, of their relationship, by showing Zoro how much he truly cares. But he'll do it in a way that feels true to himself, true to their bond.

"Hey, Mosshead," Sanji says, catching Zoro's attention. "Since you are so smarts with compliments, help me with the dishes."

Zoro's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at Sanji's request, but he quickly recovers with a smirk. "I didn’t lost my duel, no dishes for me."

Sanji rolls his eyes, his lips quirking up in a playful smirk of his own. "Consider it a special request from the cook himself.”

Zoro chuckles, standing up from the table and joining Sanji at the sink. As they work side by side, Sanji feels a sense of contentment settle over him.

"You know, Curly," Zoro says suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence between them. "I might be good with compliments, but you're pretty good at something else."

Sanji raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Oh? And what's that, Mosshead?"

Zoro grins, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Driving me crazy."

Sanji nearly chokes with embarrassment, but he can't help the warmth that blooms in his chest at Zoro's words. Shit, not good, Sanji, not good at all. He’s supposed to be the one seducing Zoro, not the opposite.

"Shut up and keep scrubbing, Cactus face," Sanji says, making Zoro laught.

As they continue working, Sanji's mind races with possibilities. How can he subtly seduce Zoro without making it obvious or uncomfortable? He recalls his past experiences with wooing women and decides to adapt those techniques to fit Zoro's personality. Sanji leans in slightly closer to Zoro, their bodies almost touching as they reach for the same plate. He lets his gaze linger on Zoro's strong hands, admiring the way they effortlessly handle the dishes.

"You know, Mosshead," Sanji says softly, "I've always admired your strength."

Zoro's eyes flicker to Sanji's face, a hint of surprise in his expression at the unexpected compliment. "My strength?"

Sanji smiles, a slow, seductive grin that he knows has a way of drawing people in. "Yes, and your dedication," he continues, his voice dropping even lower. "I remember the first time I met you, you were facing Mihawk and even knowing you didn't have a chance, you stood still. That was... inspiring."

Zoro meets Sanji's eyes with a mixture of confusion and intrigue. "I, uh... well..." he stutters.

Sanji knows he's onto something. Encouraged, he presses on, leaning in a fraction closer as if to share a secret between just the two of them.

"I was worried for you this day? I really thought you were dead after that big cut from him..."

Zoro's eyes widen slightly at the unexpected confession, his gaze meeting Sanji's with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "You were worried for me? We didn't even know each other, you weren't a part of the crew at that time."

Seduce him, Sanji. Seduce him.

Sanji nods, his eyes locked on Zoro's, the intensity in his blue eyes. "Yeah," he admits, his voice soft yet earnest. "It's true I didn't know you but you were so ... determined for your dream. I was scared to see you die without making it..."

Zoro's cheeks turn crimson. "I had no idea...”

Sanji feels a rush of satisfaction as he sees the blush spread across Zoro's cheeks. It's a small victory, but it's enough to reassure him that he's on the right track. As they finish the dishes, Sanji leans in to place a gentle kiss on Zoro's lips, the contact lingering for a moment longer than necessary. He savors the warmth of Zoro's mouth against his, feeling a sense of triumph at the reaction he's elicited. With a playful smile, Sanji steps back, leaving Zoro feeling overwhelmed yet inexplicably happy.

"I have some things to take care of," he says casually, though his heart is racing with excitement. "I'll see you later, Mosshead."

Zoro watches Sanji leave, a dazed expression on his face as he processes what just happened. He can still feel the ghost of Sanji's kiss, and he can't help the grin that spreads across his face.

The Thousand Sunny sailed smoothly towards a new island, its vibrant greenery and bustling port coming into view. The crew was excited, anticipating new adventures and the chance to resupply. As they docked, the familiar flurry of activity ensued. Luffy and Usopp immediately ran off to explore, Chopper and Brook tagged along, eager to see what the island had to offer. Franky and Nami handled the resupply logistics, ensuring that the ship was stocked with fresh provisions and necessary materials.

Sanji, after ensuring the galley is well stocked with fresh ingredients, feels a different kind of curiosity tugging at him. He has been reading a lot lately, and the idea of finding more books, especially on overcoming trauma and self-improvement, intrigues him.

He approaches Robin, who is admiring the island from the deck, her keen eyes taking in every detail. "Robin," he calls out, drawing her attention. "Did you happen to see a library in town when we docked?"

Robin turns to him, a knowing smile on her face. "I did, actually. It's a charming little place near the town square. I think you'd enjoy it."

Sanji's eyes light up. "Thanks, Robin. I think I'll go check it out. Could use some new reading material."

Robin nods, her smile widening. "I thought you might. Enjoy, Sanji."

With a quick perky and lovely dance for Robin, Sanji sets off toward the town. The streets are lively with merchants and locals, the air filled with the scent of exotic spices and fresh sea breeze. Following Robin's directions, he soon finds himself in front of a quaint, old-fashioned building with large windows and a sign that reads "Island Library."

Stepping inside, Sanji is greeted by the comforting scent of aged paper and polished wood. Shelves lined with books of all sizes and colors stretch out before him, inviting exploration. He wanders through the aisles and finds the section dedicated to self-help and psychology. He picks up a few promising titles, skimming through their pages.

One book titled "The Resilient Mind: Strategies for Overcoming Trauma" catches his eye. The cover features a serene landscape, and he flips through the pages, noting practical exercises and insights that might help him in his journey.

Continuing his search, Sanji finds another book called "Confronting the Shadows: Understanding and Managing Nightmares and Flashbacks." This book delves into the science behind traumatic memories and offers techniques for coping with the distressing experiences that often accompany them.

Another intriguing title, "Emotional Healing: A Guide to Navigating Trauma and Building Resilience," catches his attention. This book provides comprehensive strategies for processing emotions and fostering emotional resilience, including exercises and personal anecdotes from those who have overcome their own struggles.

Satisfied with his selections, Sanji makes his way to the front desk to check out the books. As he approaches, he notices that the librarian is a young man, his demeanor gentle and friendly. What catches Sanji's attention, however, is the subtle flirtation happening between the librarian and another man standing nearby. The librarian leans in slightly, a soft smile playing on his lips, and the other man responds with a playful laugh, their body language relaxed and open.

Sanji observes this interaction with curiosity, recalling Robin and Jimbe's recommendation about seducing Zoro. He watches how the librarian uses small gestures—a light touch on the arm, a shared smile, maintaining eye contact—to convey his interest. There's a natural ease in their interaction that Sanji finds both intriguing and inspiring.

As he hands over his books to the librarian, Sanji can't help but comment. "You two seem to be hitting it off quite well," he says with a friendly smile.

The librarian glances up, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "Oh of course, we are married!"

The other man chuckles, giving the librarian a playful nudge. "That doesn't stop you for flirting with me, Kei! So charming as usual."

Sanji smiles becomes bigger, finding their dynamic both endearing and enlightening. "Married, huh? Well, you two certainly know how to keep the spark alive," he says, admiring their genuine connection.

Kei rings up Sanji's books, his blush fading as he becomes more comfortable. "Thanks. We do our best to keep things interesting."

Sanji hesitates for a moment, his usual confidence wavering slightly. Before he leaves, he takes a deep breath and gathers the courage to ask, "Actually, can I ask you something personal? I hope I'm not overstepping."

Kei looks up, curious. "Sure, go ahead."

Sanji shifts his weight, looking a bit shy. "How did you two... you know, seduce each other? I kind of need advice."

The two men opens their eyes wide before the second man, Stan, chuckles a bit. "A beautiful man like you shouldn't have difficulty with seduction."

"Well ... I'm used to flirting with women, but I've fallen for a man, and I don't know how to seduce a man." Sanji smiles nervously as he scratches his blond hair.

Kei and Stan exchange a knowing glance before Kei leans in with a mischievous grin. "Ah, a challenge, huh? Well, lucky for you, seducing a man isn't all that different from seducing a woman. It's all about knowing what makes him tick."

Stan nods in agreement. "Exactly. So, tell us about this man you're interested in. What's he like?"

Sanji blushes, feeling a bit self-conscious discussing Zoro with strangers, but he trusts Kei and Stan's judgment. "He's... well, he's strong, both physically and mentally. He's fiercely independent and values loyalty above all else. But deep down, he's also incredibly caring and protective of those he loves."

Kei nods thoughtfully. "Awww a tough guy on the outside and a big softie on the inside. Classic."

Stan chuckles. "Sounds like a man with layers. You've got yourself quite the challenge, Sir."

Sanji nods, a determined glint in his eyes. "Yeah, but he's worth it."

Kei leans back, tapping his chin in thought. "Alright, so let's break it down. You said he's strong and independent, right? So, he probably values someone who can match that energy."

"Oh we fight and bicker every day. He's my rival, so..." Answers Sanji.

Their expressions eager as they delve into the details. "Ah, a rival, huh? Even better," Stan says with a grin. "That adds a whole new layer to the dynamic."

"Definitely," Kei agrees. "So, what's his reaction like when you two bicker? Does he get all fired up, or does he play it cool?"

Sanji scratches his chin as he laughs, thinking back to their countless arguments aboard the Sunny. "He is quick off the mark, I just have to provoke him a little or give him a nickname and he throws himself into a fight with me without thinking. He is pretty straightforward and doesn't get irony. He’s worse than a kid."

Kei and Stan exchange amused look, clearly intrigued by Sanji's description. "Ah, so he's a bit hot-headed then," Kei remarks with a chuckle. "That could work in your favor."

Stan nods in agreement. "Absolutely. So, when you want to catch his attention, you know just how to push his buttons."

Sanji nods, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."

"Good, good," Stan says, leaning in conspiratorially. "Now, when you're in the heat of the moment and you two are fighting, it's at this moment you can start to seduce him. You know, lick your lips, try to breathe subtly and seductively into his ear. Or you can say something like, 'Did you learn a new move in your fight because it's the first time I see this one.' You just need to make him blush."

Sanji listens intently, taking mental notes of Stan's suggestions. He imagines himself in those heated moments with Zoro, their banter turning into something more charged and intimate. The idea of catching Zoro off guard, making him blush, sends a thrill of excitement through Sanji.

"What are you good at, Sir?" Asks Kei while leaning on the counter.

"Oh ... um... I don't know... I'm a chef." Answers Sanji.

"Damn Sir, you need confidence. Stop hesitating when I asked what you’re good at. Embrace yourself, do you have any idea how handsome you are, this guy you fell for is lucky!" Stan admits to Sanji.

Sanji blushes at Stan's compliment, feeling a rush of warmth spread through him. "Thanks, I guess," he mumbles, feeling a bit flustered by the sudden praise.

Kei leans in with a grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Alright, let's work on that confidence, Sir. You're a chef, right? So, imagine this scenario: you're in the kitchen, cooking up a storm, and your man walks in. You catch his eye and give him a sly smile, maybe even a wink. Then, you start describing the dish you're preparing in the most tantalizing way possible. Then you offer him to taste it. But here the trick, make him taste the food in your finger and not a spoon!"

Sanji's cheeks turn even redder at Kei's suggestion, but he can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of seducing Zoro in the kitchen. "Jeez... I think, yeah, it could work..."

Stan nods in approval. "Do you compliment him? His body, his habits, manners?"

"No... not really... "Answers Sanji, feeling guilty. "I don't really express myself..."

"Awww I see..." Says Kei, "Well, let me help you. What is the part of his body you like the most?"

Sanji hesitates for a moment, his mind racing as he tries to pinpoint exactly what he likes most about Zoro's appearance. "Well... I guess his... uh... his eyes and muscles," he admits, feeling a bit awkward discussing such personal details. "He has something unique in his eyes and... as weird as it sounds, for a womanizer, I like his strong body.”

Kei and Stan laugh, understanding the sentiment behind Sanji's words. "Ah, his eyes and muscles, huh? That's a good choice," Kei says with a smile. "There's something captivating about a person's gaze and the strength they exude."

Stan nods in agreement. "Absolutely. So, why not try complimenting him on those features next time you see him? Tell him something like, 'Your eyes are so intense, they always draw me in,' or 'You have the kind of physique that's hard to ignore.'"

Sanji's ears turn red at the thought of saying something so direct, but he understands how important it is to express his emotions authentically. "Yeah okay, I think I'm starting to get it," he says, steeling himself with determination.

Kei pats Sanji on the back, a supportive smile on his face. "That's the spirit, Sir! Confidence is key. Embrace what you admire about him and let him know. You've got this."

"Thank you a lot, guys, and sorry for all these questions." Sanji says while grabbing his bag full of his books.

Kei waves off Sanji's apology with a warm smile. "No need to apologize, Sir. We're happy to help. Good luck with your man, and remember, confidence is the key!"

Sanji nods appreciatively, a grateful smile on his lips. "Thanks again. Take care, you two."

With a final wave, Sanji heads out of the library, feeling a newfound sense of determination and excitement. He's armed with advice, confidence, and a plan to win over Zoro's heart, even if he already has it. Kei and Stan watch Sanji leave, and Kei sighs with envy.

"Sad this guy fell for someone, I would have eaten him alive..."

"Me too, Kei... me too."

Lost in thought, Sanji wanders through the bustling streets of the city, his mind still buzzing with the conversation he had with Kei and Stan. As he rounds a corner, he nearly collides with someone coming from the opposite direction.

"Watch it, Cook!" Zoro grumbles, steadying himself after the near collision.

Sanji chuckles, recognizing the familiar voice. "Lost again, Mosshead?"

Zoro scowls, his cheeks flushing slightly at the teasing. "I'm not lost, I'm... exploring."

Sanji raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Sure, sure. Exploring..."

Zoro rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of amusement in his expression. "I know where I'm going. Just... taking the scenic route."

Sanji laughs, falling into step beside Zoro as they continue through the city. Sanji enjoys walking next to Zoro, he knows that following Zoro will get him nowhere with the lack of sense of direction of the swordsman but he lets himself be guided.

Seduce Sanji. Seduce.

Sanji swallows with difficulty before thinking for a move, any move. He watches Zoro, with the hot weather of the island, the swordsman left his kimono for something lighter. A simple white t-shirt.

"Are you trying to find a woman or a man for the night?"

"Huh? What the fuck, Cook. No, why would I do that?" Zoro asks without understanding.

"Oh... Because this t-shirt highlights how hard you work out." Sanji answers by pressing the word 'hard'.

Zoro is caught off guard by Sanji’s comment. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"I-I'm just comfortable, okay?"

"Sure. Well, I like comfortable." Sanji smirks, pleased with the reaction he's elicited from Zoro.

"Uh? How can you say that? You are always in fancy suits."

Sanji decides to play the vulnerability card. "You don’t like it, that I’m often dressed like that?" He asks, stopping to look at himself, pretending to look for what is wrong.

Zoro realizes he might have unintentionally hurt Sanji's feelings. "No, no, it's not that. I mean, you always look good in whatever you wear. It's just... hey... all your suits are good... I didn't..."

"Relax, I'm teasing you." Sanji smiles, happy with his acting move.

Zoro's tension eases at Sanji's reassurance, he shows a sulky expression before he starts walking again. "Not funny, idiot."

Sanji grins, feeling a sense of triumph at successfully lightening the mood. "You're too easy to rile up, Mosshead."

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Cook," he retorts, though the corners of his lips betray his attempt to stay stern.

Sanji chuckles as he realizes that, indeed, Zoro is tough on this outside and soft on the inside. He likes to play on his nerves like that. But he is also happy, the compliments he made about Zoro's body seemed to be on point.

"What did you buy?" Zoro asks, curious.

"Books." Sanji answers.

"Porn books?" The swordsman asks with a smirk.

Sanji rolls his eyes, shaking his head at Zoro's teasing. "No, idiot. They're not porn books. They're actually about healing and stuff."

Zoro raises an eyebrow, looking genuinely interested. "Oh yeah? What kind of healing?"

Sanji shrugs, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Just some stuff about overcoming trauma, building resilience, that kind of thing."

Zoro's expression softens, his curiosity giving way to concern. "You are really doing your best to overcome your trauma, aren't you?"

Sanji nods, his smile turning more sincere. "Yeah, I am. It's not easy, but I'm trying..."

Zoro's gaze softens, a flicker of admiration shining in his eyes. "I know."

Sanji feels a warmth spread through him at Zoro's words. "So, uh... Do you have any plans for tonight? I guess the log pose need the night to reset."

Zoro shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Not really. Was just planning to head back to the ship, I propose to guard her this night. So maybe do some training and meditation."

"I can stay with you if you want." Sanji asks.

"Sure, why not?" Zoro finally says, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "It'd be good to have some company."

Sanji returns Zoro's smile, feeling a surge of happiness at the prospect of spending more time together. "Great. It's a date then."

Zoro's cheeks flush slightly at Sanji's words, but he nods in agreement. "Yeah, it's a date."

With a shared smile, they continue their walk through the city, their conversation flowing easily as they enjoy each other's company. As the sun begins to set, they make their way back to the Sunny, looking forward to a peaceful evening together under the stars. Sanji explains to Nami that he will also guard the ship for the night.

"If you want to, Sanji-kun. Just don't have sex in every room of this poor boat, please..." She says with a menacing tone.

Sanji's cheeks turn crimson at Nami's teasing, a nervous laugh escaping him. "N-No, of course not, Nami-san! We'll just be... guarding the ship, like Zoro said."

Nami raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Mhmm, sure, just don't break anything. Or you will pay for it."

Sanji's embarrassment only deepens at the thought of being caught on camera, but he nods quickly in understanding. "Got it, Nami-san. No funny business, I promise."

With a final warning glance from Nami, Sanji and Zoro make their way onto the ship, ready to spend the night guarding their precious Sunny.

"I'm going to train, Cook. See you later."

"Sure, Zoro, just ask if you need food."

Zoro nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Will do. Thanks, Sanji."

With that, he heads off to the crow's nest, leaving Sanji alone on deck. Sanji watches him go, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He's glad for this chance to spend time with Zoro, even if it's just a quiet night on the ship.

As the evening stretches on, Sanji takes care of a few minor tasks around the ship, as cleaning the boy's quarter, keeping himself busy while he waits for Zoro to finish his training. He finds himself in the kitchen, cleaning it too, and he decides to open one of the book he just bought: Confronting the Shadows: Understanding and Managing Nightmares and Flashbacks.

As he begins to read, the words on the page resonate deeply with him, stirring up memories he'd rather keep buried.

"Flashbacks are more than just memories; they're relived experiences, often triggered by sensory cues or emotional states," the book explains. Sanji's eyes linger on the sentence, and he can feel a familiar knot tightening in his chest. He remembers the smell of the sterile corridors of Germa 66, the cold metallic tang that always hung in the air. His father's harsh voice echoes in his mind, a constant reminder of his perceived worthlessness.

"Nightmares, much like flashbacks, can trap individuals in a cycle of fear and helplessness. These nocturnal terrors often stem from unresolved trauma," the book continues. Sanji's hands tremble slightly as he recalls the countless nights he woke up drenched in sweat, heart pounding, after dreaming of his brothers' cruel laughter and the relentless beatings they inflicted upon him. His brother's sadistic smirks, the taunts, the kicks, and punches—they all flood back with vivid intensity.

Sanji closes his eyes for a moment, trying to steady his breathing. The book mentions techniques for grounding oneself during these episodes—focusing on the present, using physical sensations to anchor the mind. He places a hand on the smooth, cool surface of the kitchen counter, feeling the texture beneath his fingertips. The sensation helps to pull him back to the present, but the memories linger just beneath the surface.

"Understanding the root cause of these flashbacks and nightmares is essential for healing. It's important to acknowledge the pain and trauma, rather than bury it," the book advises. Sanji swallows hard, feeling the weight of his childhood trauma pressing down on him. His father's disdain, the rejection from his family, the isolation—it all contributed to the nightmares that still haunt him.

He remembers the dark cell they locked him in, the endless days of solitude and the crushing loneliness. The scars on his body may have healed, but the emotional wounds remain raw and painful. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he continues to read, the words on the page blurring slightly.

"Healing is a journey, not a destination. It requires patience, self-compassion, and the willingness to confront the darkest parts of oneself. But it is possible, and it is worth it," the book concludes. Sanji wipes his eyes, taking a deep breath. He knows the path to healing won't be easy. He pinches the bridge of his nose and continues to breathe deeply. He finds himself leaning on the counter, head and shoulders low. Not only that, but he realizes that he is slightly sweaty, a sign of the fear that is expressed. To feel better, he loosens his tie so as not to have a feeling of suffocation. He grabs his journal which is stored between his cookbooks and decides to write in it to hope to calm down.

Journal Entry

Today, I read a book about confronting nightmares and flashbacks. The words hit too close to home, stirring up memories I’d rather forget. The sterile corridors of Germa 66, the metallic tang in the air, and the endless cruelty of my father and brothers—it all came rushing back. I could feel their fists, hear their taunts, and see their cruel smiles. The loneliness of that dark cell feels like it's still wrapped around my heart.

The book says I need to acknowledge the pain rather than bury it. But how do I confront something that feels like it’s been part of me forever? The weight of it is crushing sometimes. It’s hard to breathe, hard to focus on anything but the memories.

I’m trying, though. I’m trying to be patient with myself, to show myself the same kindness I show others. Healing is a journey, not a destination. That’s what the book says. I just hope I can find my way through this darkness.

Zoro’s here tonight. We’re guarding the ship together. I told him about the books, kind of. I didn’t go into detail, but he seemed to understand. He’s not the type to pry, and I appreciate that. Just knowing he’s here, that I’m not alone, helps more than I can say.

Sanji pauses, the pen hovering over the paper. He closes his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. The sensation of the cool kitchen counter against his skin helps ground him, pulling him back to the present. He can hear the faint sounds of the ship creaking, the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull. The familiar sounds of home.

I need to focus on the present. The sound of the waves, the feel of the ship beneath my feet, the smell of the sea. This is my home now. These people are my family. They see me for who I am, not the worthless child my father saw.

I know this journey won’t be easy. There will be days when the past feels too close, too overwhelming. But I have to believe that it’s possible to heal. That it’s worth it.

Sanji closes the journal, feeling a bit lighter after putting his thoughts on paper. He tucks it back into its hiding spot and straightens up, taking of his loosened tie. The kitchen feels more like a refuge now, a place where he can find solace and strength.

He decides to prepare a small meal for himself and Zoro, something simple but comforting with a lot of protein and a side. As he works, he focuses on the present moment, letting the rhythm of cooking soothe his troubled mind. The familiar motions of chopping vegetables, stirring pots, and tasting flavors bring him a sense of peace. He hopes that sharing a meal with Zoro will help him feel even more grounded.

Zoro doesn’t show up for another two hours. Sanji hasn't moved, he poured himself a glass of red wine, and seems to enjoy it. Zoro, shirtless and all sweaty, a towel around his neck, smiles at the scene.

"You drink fancy wine and don't offer me a glass?" He asks, playfully.

Sanji looks up from his glass, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in Zoro's appearance. "You were too busy training to join me, Mosshead," he teases, but his eyes are warm. "But I did save you some dinner."

Zoro's smile widens as he walks over to the table, dropping the towel around his neck onto a nearby chair. "Dinner, huh? Smells good. What did you make?"

Sanji gestures him to approaches, what Zoro does. "You have grilled chicken breasts, perfectly seasoned and accompanied by a medley of roasted vegetables. There's also a side of quinoa salad, rich in flavor and nutrients, and a basket of freshly baked bread. I thought you'd appreciate something with a lot of protein," Sanji explains, pouring a second glass of wine and handing it to Zoro. "I also tried a new recipe, wanna try it before?"

Zoro raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Sanji's offer. "A new recipe? Sure, why not? Let's see what you've got."

Sanji grins, pleased by Zoro's interest. He heads to the stove and retrieves a small dish, carefully placing it in front of Zoro. "It’s a very spicy lobster. I used saffron and Espelette pepper. It stings quite a bit, so be careful..."

Seducing, seducing.

Before Zoro grabs a spoon, Sanji takes a piece of lobster between his fingers and approaches it to Zoro's mouth. "Open..." He asks with a low voice.

Zoro's eyes widen slightly at Sanji's bold move, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he opens his mouth, allowing Sanji to feed him the piece of lobster. As the flavors explode on his tongue, Zoro's expression shifts from surprise to appreciation.

"Damn, Cook," Zoro murmurs, licking his lips. "That's got a real kick to it. You weren't kidding about the spice."

Sanji's heart races as he watches Zoro savor the food, he feels his throat becoming dry a bit. "Do you... want another one?" he asks, his voice still low.

Zoro's eyes meet Sanji's, and there's a flicker of something in his gaze—curiosity, maybe, or something deeper. "Yeah, why not?" he replies, a small blushes playing on his cheeks. This time, Zoro carefully take the lobster piece between his teeth.

"Don't forget the sauce..." Sanji whispers as he brushes Zoro's lower lip with his finger, making the heart of the swordsman accelerates.

He meets Sanji's gaze, his own eyes dark with desire as he slowly licks the sauce from Sanji's finger, his tongue grazing the pad of the digit with deliberate slowness. The tension between them crackles in the air. The cook feels a surge of heat straight to his core and a rush of arousal wash over him, his body responding instinctively to the intimate moment they're sharing. The air is heavy with anticipation, and Sanji finds himself leaning in closer to Zoro, his heart hammering in his chest, ready for his next move.

"I haven't tasted it yet..." He whispers against Zoro's lips. "Let me taste the sauce."

Their lips meet in a searing kiss, a passionate collision of heat and hunger as Sanji's tongue darts out to taste the sauce on Zoro's lips. Zoro's eyes widen in shock at the move, his body freezing for a moment before he melts into the kiss, his lips parting to grant Sanji access. The taste of the sauce is fiery and intoxicating, igniting a blaze of desire within him as he responds eagerly to Sanji's advances. Their tongues dance together in a heated tango, exploring and tasting each other with a fervor that leaves them both breathless.

"That's a good sauce. I'll do it again." Sanji says while he casually retreats. "I'll plate your dinner, sit down, Mosshead."

Zoro's mind is still reeling from the intensity of the kiss, his heart pounding in his chest as he watches Sanji retreat with a mix of confusion and desire.

"Yeah, okay..." Zoro mumbles, his voice slightly breathless as he sinks into a nearby chair, his body still humming with the aftershocks of their passionate exchange.

Sanji can't help but smile, he saw the red on Zoro's cheeks, he knows that he destabilized him.

Sanji sets the plate down in front of him, Zoro meets his gaze, his eyes dark with longing. "Thanks, Cook," he says softly, his voice still thick with emotion.

"You're welcome." Sanji replies with a smile as he sits too, next to Zoro before taking a sip to his glass of wine.

A comfortable silence falls between them, punctuated only by the soft clinking of utensils against plate and the occasional sip of wine. Sanji steals glances at Zoro, admiring the way the candlelight dances across his features, casting shadows that only serve to enhance his rugged allure. As he has already eaten, Sanji is content with his glass.

With a smow shift, Sanji casually reaches up to undo another button on his shirt, allowing it to fall open slightly and revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his collarbones and the defined contours of his throat. He knows the effect his actions will have on Zoro, the way his subtle display of skin will draw the swordsman's attention like a magnet.

Zoro's eyes catche sight of Sanji's exposed skin, his gaze lingering for a moment before darting away. Sanji can see the faint blush that colors Zoro's cheeks, a telltale sign of the effect he's having on the usually stoic swordsman. Sanji smirks inwardly, pleased with the reaction he's elicited from Zoro. He knows that he's playing with fire, tempting fate with his subtle seduction, but he can't help himself. There's something exhilarating about the game he's playing.

"I forgot to put the sheets on our bunks, I washed them earlier. Be right back. I made you a dessert, it’s next to the fridge. And even if it’s a cake, it’s sugar-free the way you like it."

Zoro watches Sanji leave, his heart pounding in his chest as he tries to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. The sight of Sanji's exposed skin has ignited a fire within him, a burning desire that he struggles to contain.

As he sits alone in the kitchen, Zoro can't shake the image of Sanji's tantalizing display from his mind. The way the candlelight played across his collarbones, the subtle curve of his throat—it's all etched into his memory like a vivid dream.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the tumultuous storm of feelings raging inside him. Sanji's subtle seduction has left him feeling breathless and unsteady, his thoughts consumed by the tantalizing prospect of what could be.

With a shaky exhalation, Zoro reaches for the dessert Sanji prepared, his fingers trembling slightly as he lifts the plate to his lips. The cake is soft and with matcha and ginger, flavors that Zoro likes. He enjoys the dessert, it fills his mouth, but it's nothing compared to the intoxicating taste of Sanji's kiss.

Lost in his thoughts, Zoro takes another bite of the cake, the flavors exploding on his tongue in a delicious symphony of sweetness and spice. Unbeknownst to him, the aphrodisiac properties of the dessert and the lobster's sauce begin to take effect.

As he continues to eat, Zoro's heartbeat quickens, his breaths coming faster as the intoxicating effects of the aphrodisiac course through his veins. He feels a heat spreading through his body, a primal urge awakening but Zoro thinks it's just his body replenished by food and ready to go back to training. He sets the empty plate aside, empties his glass of wine, does his dishes and goes back to practice.

Zoro returns to the crow's nest to resume his training, he finds himself increasingly aware of a stirring sensation within him, a primal urge that refuses to be ignored. At first, he dismisses it as the simple rush of adrenaline from his workout, the satisfying feeling of his muscles working hard and his body pushing its limits.

But as time passes, the sensation only intensifies, growing stronger with each passing moment. Zoro can feel a heat building within him, a fierce hunger that demands to be sated. His breaths come faster, his heart pounding in his chest as desire courses through his veins like wildfire.

Despite his attempts to focus on his training, Zoro finds his thoughts drifting back to Sanji, to the taste of his lips, the warmth of his touch. The memory of his naked body, his milky skin and in no time, as he's still lifting, a strong boner appears in his lower abdomen. He very quickly makes the connection with food and begins to plague.

"That little... Shit cook... what he’s playing at?"

The memory of Sanji's subtle seduction flashes through his mind, and Zoro's heart pounds in his chest as he realizes the true nature of the dessert he ingested. He feels a surge of anger mixed with arousal, his body betraying him in the most inconvenient of moments. Determined to regain control, Zoro takes a deep breath, trying to calm the raging storm of desire raging inside him. But the more he tries to suppress it, the stronger it becomes, until he's left with no choice but to confront the source of his torment.

With a frustrated growl, Zoro sets aside his training equipment and makes his way back to the kitchen. He finds Sanji here, reading again.

"Alright, Shit-cook, what did you put in the food?" He asks, firmly.

"What do you mean, Zoro?" Sanji asks without understanting.

"Cut the crap. 'I try a new sauce', 'let me taste the sauce.', 'this t-shirt highlights how hard you work out', and now clearly, I know that you put something in the food. So, care to explain?”

Sanji opens his eyes wide, surprised by Zoro's reaction. He feels a wave of anguish take him, warming his body in an unpleasant way. He looks away and tries to answer.

"You... you don’t like it...?"

"Like what?" Zoro asks, a little lost.

"Me trying to seduce you even if... you are already my lover...?" Whispers Sanji, his lips trembling.

Zoro's expression softens at Sanji's admission, his anger dissipating as he realizes the true intentions behind the cook's actions.

"Wait, what do you -" Zoro murmurs, his voice soft. "Why are you trying to seduce me if we are already together?"

Sanji meets Zoro's gaze, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I... uh... I just wanted to... overcome my trauma. I don't want to feel again that I'm using you to heal myself. I know I love you... so to trick my brain, I... hum... I wanted to seduce you like I would seduce you to ask you out. Plus... I... though you deserved to be seduce..."

Zoro's eyes widen in understanding as Sanji explains, a mixture of surprise and compassion swirling in his gaze. He reaches out, gently wiping away the tears that threaten to spill from Sanji's eyes, his touch warm and reassuring.

"Cook..." Zoro says softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "Holy shit, I'm so sorry! That's why, all the compliments, the teasing and stuff? It's because you wanted to be the Lovecook you are, with me? Be all perky and flirty? Zoro demands.

Sanji nods, his face flushing slightly at Zoro's words. "Yeah, that's... that's pretty much it," he admits, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief.

Zoro's heart swelling with love for the cook standing before him. "Damn, Cook... I didn't... of course I liked it. I know I'm not used to romantic stuff and seducing but... uuh... That kiss earlier in the kitchen... I was so frozen because that was hot as fuck..."

Sanji's cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red at Zoro's admission, his heart pounding in his chest at the raw honesty in Zoro's words. He's taken aback by the unexpected confession but also thrilled by the intensity of Zoro's desire.

"So you did like that I ... seduce you?" Asks Sanji.

"Stupid Cook... I was ready to skip diner just to eat you as much as I ate the lobster..." Zoro answers, his cheeks as red as Sanji's.

"I... uh..." Sanji stammers, lost for words as he tries to process the intensity of Zoro's desire. "I'm glad you liked it... I mean, it was really the first time I cook the lobster like that..."

"What did you put in the lobster sauce, and the cake? 'Cause... I’ve had a painful boner since dinner..." Zoro asks, almost desperate.

"Oh! That’s odd…" Sanji starts to think. "The sauce was with saffron, Espelette pepper and the cake with ginger and… Oh… shit… it’s aphrodisiac..."

"You little shit..." Whispers Zoro as he closes his eyes with frustration.

Sanji can't help but laugh at Zoro's reaction, a mix of amusement and affection bubbling up inside him. "I'm sorry, Mosshead. I didn't mean to cause you any discomfort," he says, his tone apologetic.

Zoro opens his eyes, meeting Sanji's gaze with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "Oh shut it, you totally did! The other day, you admitted that you wanted to have sex with aphrodisiac, alcohol and ice, you pervert-cook!"

Sanji's cheeks turn bright red at Zoro's teasing, his embarrassment evident as he shifts uncomfortably. "I-I didn't mean it like that!" he protests, his voice rising slightly in pitch. "I was just... um... experimenting with flavors! And techniques! It's all part of being a good chef!"

Zoro raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans in closer to Sanji. "What a dirty little liar." he says, his tone teasing as he pulls back Sanji and traps him between the counter and him. "Look what you did, Mister I’m a chef and I’m experimenting." Zoro blows while taking the hand of his lover to tackle it on the fabric of his pants.

"Z-Zoro, what are you doing?" Sanji stammers, his voice barely above a whisper as he feels Zoro's hand pressing against the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

Zoro's smirk widens at Sanji's reaction, his gaze darkening with desire as he leans in closer, his breath hot against Sanji's ear. "Is it me or you are finally trying to express your needs, Cook?"

"I... uh... I'm trying, yes... you told me to... ask when I want something..." Whispers Sanji, shaking.

"Mhh... that's sexy." Zoro purrs in his ear just before licking it.

Sanji shivers at the sensation of Zoro's tongue against his ear, a low moan escaping his lips.

"Zoro... kiss me."

Zoro doesn't waste a moment in complying with Sanji's request. With a hungry growl, he captures Sanji's lips in a fervent kiss, his hands sliding possessively over the cook's body as their mouths move together in a passionate dance. Their kiss is fierce and demanding, fueled by the intensity of their desire for one another. Sanji's heart races as he loses himself in the heat of the moment, his body responding eagerly to Zoro's touch.

"You still have the sauce taste on your tongue." Sanji comments.

Zoro pulls back slightly, his gaze locking with Sanji's as he smirks, a playful glint in his eyes. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

Sanji nods, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Mhmm, and I like it."

With a low growl, Zoro leans in once again, capturing Sanji's lips in another searing kiss. This time, their tongues dance together in a sensual tango, mingling and tasting the remnants of the spicy sauce that still lingers on Zoro's tongue. Caught up in the intensity of their passion, Zoro's hunger for Sanji only grows stronger with each passing moment. With a primal growl, he wraps his arms around Sanji's waist and lifts him effortlessly, their lips never breaking contact as he carries him to the nearby table.

Sanji gasps in surprise, his hands gripping Zoro's shoulders as he surrenders to the sensation of being held in Zoro's strong arms. The table creaks slightly beneath their weight as Zoro lays Sanji down, his movements urgent and desperate. Their kiss deepens, becoming more frantic and heated as Zoro's hands roam freely over Sanji's body, igniting a fiery passion between them. Sanji moans into the kiss, his body arching up to meet Zoro's as their desire for one another reaches a fever pitch.

But just as Zoro is about to give in to his primal urges and take Sanji right there on the table, the ship suddenly lurches violently, throwing them off balance and tearing them apart.

"Shit!" Zoro curses, his eyes widening in alarm as he realizes what's happening. "A fucking attack? Now? I'm going to kill them all... HOW DARE THEY ATTACK NOW WHILE I WAS ABOUT TO HAVE GOOD SEX!”

As the ship lurches again, Zoro's priorities shift instantly from desire to duty. With a fierce determination etched across his face, he swiftly grabs his swords, ready to defend their crew against the unexpected assault. Sanji, still catching his breath from the interruption, quickly regains his composure. Despite the frustration of their interrupted moment, he too understands the urgency of the situation. With a determined look, he joins Zoro in preparing for battle, his hands and feet poised for swift strikes.

Zoro will just have to fight with an unsatisfied boner.

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Zoro grits his teeth, feeling the uncomfortable pressure of his arousal against his pants. He tries to focus on the battle, but thoughts of Sanji's kiss and the spicy sauce linger in his mind, distracting him from the fight. Zoro and Sanji stand next to each other to defend the Sunny. They exchange a glance, understanding the tough odds they face against hundreds of attacking pirates.

Zoro tightens his grip on his swords, his muscles tensing. Beside him, Sanji lights a cigarette, the flame reflecting in his eyes as he prepares to fight. The first wave of attackers comes at them, a chaotic mix of swords and shouts. Zoro and Sanji move together, their actions smooth and coordinated. Zoro's swords slice through the air with deadly accuracy, each strike taking down an enemy. Sanji's kicks are a blur, sending pirates flying with the force of his powerful legs.

Despite their skill, the number of attackers starts to overwhelm them. For every pirate they defeat, more take their place, relentless in their assault on the Sunny. Sanji quickly realizes that maybe, an entire fleet has just landed. He worries about the rest of the crew and the villagers on the island.

"Oi, Mosshead, can you handle the ship alone? I have to run to the island and get the others!" Sanji shouts, balancing on his hands to kick at the enemies.

Zoro nods, his focus steady even in the chaos. "Go, Cook. I've got this," he yells over the noise of the battle.

Sanji gives Zoro one last look before jumping off the Sunny and onto the island. As he lands amidst the chaos, he moves quickly, searching for his crewmates and the villagers caught in the fight.

The city is overrun with pirates, their loud laughter and drunken shouts echoing off the walls as they rampage through the streets. With a determined look, Sanji charges forward, his senses sharp as he scans for his crewmates. Pirates swarm around him, eager for plunder, but Sanji moves with a grace and strength that surprises them.

Each kick takes down a pirate with ease, his movements faster and stronger thanks to his newly awakened Germa abilities. As he fights, he keeps looking for his crew, his heart pounding with both fear and determination.

In the chaos, Sanji spots a group of terrified ladies huddled in an alleyway, their faces pale with fear. Without hesitation, he rushes to their aid, using his new powers to shield them from bullets and swords, his exoskeleton deflecting the attacks. With a series of powerful kicks, he sends the pirates flying.

"Are you okay, my ladies?" he asks, his voice gentle despite the chaos.

"Yes! Thanks to you, sir!" they reply, relief evident in their voices.

"No problem!" Sanji exclaims, his eyes turning heart-shaped for a moment.

With a reassuring smile, Sanji makes sure the ladies are safe before continuing through the chaotic streets. His search for his crewmates intensifies as he navigates the maze of alleys and buildings, always on the lookout for any sign of them.

As he fights off wave after wave of pirates, Sanji’s movements become more fluid and instinctual. His Germa-enhanced abilities give him an edge, bullets and blades glancing off his exoskeleton like harmless pinpricks. His resolve is unyielding as he presses onward, determined to find his crew and protect the island.

Suddenly, the sky above crackles with lightning, illuminating the darkness with an eerie glow. Sanji's heart skips a beat as he recognizes the familiar sign of Nami's weather manipulation abilities. With a grin spreading across his face, he follows the trail of lightning, trusting his intuition to lead him to his friends.

Amidst the chaos, he spots a familiar sight: Nami and Robin, standing back to back as they fend off a group of pirates with a combination of weather manipulation and Devil Fruit powers. Without hesitation, Sanji rushes to their aid, his heart soaring with relief at the sight of his crewmates safe and sound.

"Oi, Nami-swan! Robin-chwan!" he calls out, his voice filled with a mixture of joy and urgency. "Your savior is here!"

Nami's eyes light up with recognition as she catches sight of Sanji, a smile breaking across her face. "Sanji-kun! Is the Sunny okay?"

"Don't worry, Mosshead is defending it! I came to look for you, my doves!"

Robin offers him a serene smile, her expression calm amidst the chaos surrounding them. "It's good to see you, Sanji. We could use your help," she says, her voice steady and reassuring.

With Sanji reunited with Nami and Robin, the trio fights together with renewed vigor, their movements synchronized as they defend the villagers from the marauding pirates. Nami's weather manipulation sends bolts of lightning crashing down upon their enemies, while Robin's Devil Fruit powers ensnare them in a web of limbs, leaving them helpless against Sanji's swift and powerful kicks.

As they battle side by side, their strength and determination draw the attention of their other crewmates. Suddenly, Chopper appears in his Kung-Fu form, his tiny body packed with surprising strength as he delivers devastating blows to their adversaries. Franky joins the fray next, his weapons blazing as he unleashes a barrage of attacks on the pirates, sending them flying with each powerful punch.

Moments later, Jinbe arrives, his Fish-Man Karate techniques making short work of their enemies as he defends the villagers with his formidable strength. And then, one by one, the rest of the crew appears: Luffy with his Gear Second and Third activated, his Haki coating his fists as he barrels through their foes with unstoppable force. Brook's ghostly form flickers in and out of sight as he dances among the pirates, his sword slicing through them with deadly precision. Usopp takes up position from afar, his sniper skills picking off targets with pinpoint accuracy, providing cover for his crewmates on the front lines.

Together, the Straw Hat Pirates fight as one to defend the island.

"Sanji! Where's Zoro?" Luffy shouts.

"He's defending the ship!"

"How many are there?" Jinbe asks, concerned.

As the battle rages on, the Straw Hat Pirates face a confusing situation. Despite their best efforts, the pirates they defeat seem to rise again, their wounds healing as if they were never hurt in the first place. These pirates move in a strange, almost lifeless manner, adding to the crew's unease.

Confusion spreads among the crew as they exchange worried glances. Robin frowns, her sharp mind trying to figure out why their enemies are so resilient.

"It's likely a Devil Fruit user among them," she says calmly. "Their ability to heal could be from a Paramecia fruit."

"Luffy, Sanji, look for someone who might be the Devil Fruit user!" Nami orders.

Luffy nods, determination in his eyes. With a roar, he charges forward, his Haki-infused fists striking with renewed intensity as he searches for the Devil Fruit user among their enemies.

Sanji, already fighting, keeps an eye out for any unusual abilities. With each opponent he defeats, he scans the battlefield, his senses sharp to detect any hint of Devil Fruit powers.

Suddenly, Sanji spots Kei and Stan, the two husbands who helped him earlier. They are ambushed by a group of pirates, their backs against the wall. His heart clenches with concern.

"Luffy, I need to help these two guys! They helped me earlier, and I owe it to them," Sanji says, determination in his voice.

Luffy nods, trusting his crewmate. "Go, Sanji! I'll find that Devil Fruit user!"

With a grateful nod, Sanji rushes to Kei and Stan's aid. He launches himself into the fray, his kicks sending pirates flying. His determination to protect his friends gives him strength, as he fights off the lifeless-seeming pirates with swift, powerful blows.

"Hey guys, I forgot to tell you, I'm not just a cook but also a pirate. A good pirate," Sanji says with a smile.

Kei and Stan's eyes widen in surprise and relief as they see Sanji rushing to their aid, his familiar grin lighting up his face even amidst the chaos of battle.

"Is that our lovely Sir who wanted to seduce his crush! We didn't expect to see you here!" Kei exclaims, a mix of gratitude and disbelief in his voice.

Stan nods, a grateful smile spreading across his face. "We're glad you're here, Sir. We could use all the help we can get. There's an orphanage right there, and we're trying to defend it!"

Sanji's grin widens. "Of course, my friends. I couldn't stand by and let you face these scoundrels alone." Hearing about the orphanage, Sanji's eyes flash with determination. "Lead the way, gentlemen. Let's make sure those kids stay safe."

With Kei and Stan by his side, Sanji charges forward, scanning the battlefield. They quickly locate the orphanage and see a small child huddled in fear.

"Hey there, little one. Don't worry, we're here to pro—" Sanji's sentence is cut short as a bullet hits him in the back.

Sanji staggers, pain radiating through his body. For a moment, it feels like his ribs are shattering and his lungs are being crushed. But the pain quickly dissipates, leaving only a lingering ache. His enhanced exoskeleton from his Germa heritage has absorbed most of the impact.

The child screams, and Stan rushes to Sanji's side, panic on his face. "Sir! Are you okay? You just got shot!"

Sanji straightens, finally catching his breath. He places a reassuring hand on Stan's shoulder, smiling despite the pain. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a scratch."

Kei, who had been fighting off pirates, turns back and sees Sanji standing tall. "Thank goodness you're okay, Sir!"

"Sanji. My name is Sanji."

"Wait... from the Straw Hat Pirates?" Kei asks, shocked.

"Oh, we're in good hands!" Stan says, smiling.

Sanji nods, his resolve strengthening. "Let's keep moving. We need to get this child and the rest of the orphanage to safety."

Realizing Sanji's true identity brings hope to Kei and Stan. They feel bolstered by the presence of a Straw Hat Pirate among them. They move through the chaotic streets, Sanji leads the way while Kei and Stan guard the child closely. The sounds of battle grow louder, and the pirates they defeat keep rising, their wounds miraculously healing.

"These guys just don't stay down," Kei mutters, frustrated as he fends off another wave of attackers.

Sanji narrows his eyes, searching for any clue that might lead them to the devil fruit user responsible for the pirates' relentless regeneration. "My captain is looking for the source of this power," he says urgently. "Until then, we need to go defend the orphanage."

"It’s up ahead!" Kei shouts, pointing towards the flickering lights of the orphanage.

Sanji's eyes harden with resolve. "Go in there, protect the kids. I’ll stay outside!"

Sanji leads the charge through the throngs of pirates and another wave of attackers meets them. Sanji's kicks ignite with his flames, cutting through the pirates with deadly precision. But, the pirates keep rising, their wounds healing almost instantly.

"Damn it," Sanji mutters, frustrated. "Just how many of these guys are there?"

Stan glances at him, concern etched on his face. "We can't keep this up forever. We need to find that devil fruit user."

Sanji nods, his mind racing. "My captain is on it. We just have to hold out a bit longer."

With a final push, they reach the orphanage. The building is under siege, with frightened children peeking out from behind hastily assembled barricades. Sanji's heart aches at the sight of their fear. Sanji launches himself into the fray, his kicks blazing as he carves a path through the attackers. Kei and Stan follow closely, protecting the child they are holding and they make their way inside. When Sanji watches them to enter the orphanage, a gigantic explosion sounds in the distance.

The thunderous explosion reverberates through the air and it shakes a few small pebbles on the ground. Sanji's heart skips a beat. He looks toward the dock, the origin of the blast, where the Sunny is anchored and Zoro is defending their ship. Panic surges within him, but he forces himself to stay focused.

Kei and Stan, along with the staff quickly moves to reinforce the barricades. Sanji turns back to face the horde of regenerating pirates, his resolve solidifying. He knows he must stay and protect the children, despite the worry gnawing at him for Zoro's safety.

"I trust you, Zoro," Sanji mutters, determination flashing in his eyes. "Hold on. Luffy's on it."

The pirates continue their relentless assault, their numbers seemingly endless. Sanji's kicks blaze with intensity, each strike a testament to his will to protect. The battle is grueling, but Sanji's unwavering resolve keeps him moving forward, his Germa-enhanced body pushing past normal human endurance.

Suddenly, Kei calls out from the doorway, "Sanji, there's something strange about that pirate over there!"

He points to a pirate standing amidst the chaos, his movements slow and deliberate, unlike the others who charge recklessly. The man's eyes gleam with a strange light, and a faint aura of power surrounds him. Sanji narrows his eyes, instantly recognizing the potential threat. "Kei, Stan, keep everyone safe. I think we've found our devil fruit user," he says, his voice cold and determined. With a burst of speed, Sanji charges toward the pirate, his Diable Jambe igniting with yellow flames. The devil fruit user smirks, his confidence evident as he prepares to face Sanji.

"You're the one making all these pirates heal, aren't you?" Sanji growls, his eyes locked onto his target.

The man chuckles, his voice dripping with arrogance. "They aren't pirates. Just my puppets. I ate the Puppet-Puppet fruit! I can create puppets that look like anyone I want. They aren't alive, so they can't die."

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise, then narrow in anger. "So they're not even real pirates. Just lifeless puppets," he mutters. His anger flares, fueled by the deception and the threat to innocent lives. "I'll make sure you pay for this."

The devil fruit user smirks, his confidence unshaken. "You're welcome to try, pretty boy."

Sanji's Diable Jambe blazes brighter as he launches himself at the puppet master with incredible speed. The puppets surrounding them move to intercept, but Sanji cuts through them effortlessly, his flaming kicks reducing them to smoldering heaps. The puppet master raises his hand, and more puppets emerge from the shadows, their lifeless eyes fixated on Sanji. But Sanji is undeterred. His focus remains on the man controlling the chaos.

"I won't let you harm these people any longer," Sanji declares, his voice filled with resolve.

He twists in mid-air, delivering a powerful Concassé kick to the ground, the force of the impact creating a shockwave that knocks the puppets aside. The puppet master stumbles, momentarily losing his control over the puppets. Seeing his chance, Sanji closes the distance between them with a swift Mouton Shot, his leg igniting with flames as he delivers a crushing kick to the puppet master's chest, sending the man tumbling backward. But before Sanji can press his advantage, the puppet master reassembles himself with a sinister grin.

"You think it's that easy to defeat me?" the puppet master taunts, his body shifting and transforming. "I can turn myself into a puppet too."

With a grotesque display of his powers, the puppet master's body disassembles into countless pieces, only to reassemble in a heartbeat. He lashes out with a female puppet, her lifeless eyes fixed on Sanji. The puppet moves with unnatural speed, closing the distance between them in an instant.

Sanji's resolve falters for a moment as the female puppet attacks. His chivalric code forbids him from striking a woman, even a lifeless puppet controlled by a monster. The hesitation costs him dearly. The puppet catches him off guard, her limbs wrapping around him with unyielding strength, pinning his arms to his sides.

"You're quite the gentleman, aren't you?" the puppet master sneers, approaching Sanji with a twisted smile. "It makes you predictable."

Sanji keeps his composure, his eyes burning with determination. "I'd rather be predictable than lose my principles," he says firmly. His voice is steady, unwavering. "I don't hit women. Ever."

The puppet master laughs, his tone dripping with condescension. "How noble. But in this world, principles will get you killed."

The puppet master steps closer, his eyes gleaming with malevolent delight. "You see, my power doesn't just stop at creating puppets. It can turn people into puppets too, especially those who've been used before."

Sanji's eyes widen in horror. "What... what are you talking about?"

The puppet master's grin widens. "Oh, haven't you realized? People who've been used, manipulated, and discarded make the perfect puppets. Some of these puppets were people once... Their will has already been broken once, making it easier for me to control them. And you, pretty boy, I wonder if you have been used."

Sanji's mind races, memories flooding back. His father's cruel training, molding him into a soldier against his will. The political marriage arranged with Big Mom's daughter, stripping him of his agency and autonomy. Every moment he was used, every time his will was bent to someone else's desire, flashes through his mind with painful clarity, but he chases away those thoughts to refocus on the present moment.

"You are even worst that I though!" Sanji grits his teeth, fighting against the puppet's grip with all his might. But the puppet master's power starts to dig deep into his psyche, exploiting the wounds of his past.

"Think about it, pretty boy," the puppet master's voice is a venomous whisper. "I know you are thinking about it... A puppet worth a billion, what a weapon..."

Sanji's mind swirls with the puppet master's words, the cruel echo of his father's ambitions clawing at his psyche. Memories of his father, Judge Vinsmoke, flash before his eyes, each one a vivid reminder of his past suffering and humiliation.

Weapon... Germa are just soldiers. I'll make their skin hard, more strength, more speed, healing capacity and a heart cold as ice. My sons are the perfect weapon.

The puppet master's voice snakes through Sanji's mind. "You're just like those puppets, Sanji. Broken. Used."

Sanji struggles, but his thoughts grow heavy. The puppet master's power gnaws at his spirit, pulling him back into the darkness of his past.

"You're nothing but a tool, pretty boy. Always have been, always will be," the puppet master hisses.

Sanji's memories overwhelm him. His father's cold eyes, the harsh training, the pain of being treated as less than human. Every wound, every scar, reopens in his mind. The puppet master's influence digs deeper, seizing on Sanji's insecurities and traumas.

You are a failure, Sanji. A weakling, unfit to be a Vinsmoke.

Sanji grits his teeth, fighting back with every ounce of his will. "No," he growls, his voice trembling with effort. "I'm more than that. I have my own path."

The puppet master's power grips Sanji tighter. His movements grow sluggish, his resistance weakening. The voices of his past echo louder, drowning out his resolve.

"Give in, Sanji. You can't fight it," the puppet master whispers, his voice a dark caress.

Sanji's vision blurs. Sanji's vision blurs, but he refuses to yield. "I won't... be... your puppet!" But he feels himself slipping, the puppet master's control tightening around his heart. The fight drains from his body, his will eroding under the relentless assault of his darkest memories.

"Join my collection. Embrace your destiny as a puppet, you will be my masterpiece, the most beautiful man, a weapon worth a billion..." the puppet master taunts, victory in his eyes.

Sanji's struggles cease. His body goes limp, his mind succumbing to the puppet master's power. Tears of frustration and sorrow well in his eyes as he loses control, his consciousness fading into darkness. He starts to ear the voice of the man in his mind.

Good boy, be a good boy, be strong, be a soldier.

As Sanji's mind crumbles under the weight of his past, his inner child emerges, frightened and sorrowful. Sanji's knees buckle under the immense weight of his past. His body begins to transform, his limbs stiffening, his skin turning wooden and lifeless. He feels the cage forming around him, the familiar metal helmet materializing over his head, heavy and oppressive. The sensation of the cold, unyielding metal constricting his thoughts, his spirit, is suffocating.

"This is your destiny. Accept it. Become my puppet."

The puppet master's voice echoes louder, drowning out all other thoughts. Sanji's body continues to change, the wooden texture creeping up his arms and legs. The invisible cage becomes more tangible, each bar a reminder of his captivity under his father's control. Sanji's breaths grow shallow, his chest constricted by the relentless grip of his own traumas. He can feel his willpower slipping, the weight of his past crushing his spirit. The puppet master's influence wraps around his mind like chains, pulling him deeper into despair.

"You are not my son, you're a failure."

"You were born to be a weapon, and you aren’t a good one."

“Dad please! I’m sorry to be weak! I’ll be a good boy! I’ll be strong, I promise!”

The metal helmet tightens around his head, its cold, heavy presence pressing down on his thoughts. Sanji's vision narrows, the darkness closing in around him. The world becomes distant, his senses numbed by the overwhelming weight of his past.

It’s over. At the end his traumas, his nightmared defeat him…. killed him.

Luffy sprints through the chaotic battlefield, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the devil fruit user responsible for the onslaught of puppets. The island is a cacophony of clashing swords, cries of battle, and the eerie, mechanical movements of the puppets. His heart pounds in his chest, a mix of determination and fear fueling his every step. He has to find the puppet master and stop this madness.

As he rounds a corner, Luffy's eyes widen in horror. In the distance, he sees the orphanage, its once-peaceful surroundings now marred by the chaos of battle. His heart clenches with urgency. He knows he has to protect the children inside. He pushes himself to move faster, his resolve hardening.

Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows near the orphanage. Luffy's breath catches in his throat as he recognizes the puppet master, a sinister grin spreading across the man's face. But what makes Luffy's blood run cold is the sight of Sanji standing beside the puppet master, his eyes vacant and devoid of their usual spark.

"Sanji!" Luffy calls out, desperation creeping into his voice. "Sanji, snap out of it!"

The puppet master lets out a chilling laugh, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Too late, Straw Hat," he sneers. "Your cook is mine now."

Before Luffy can react, Sanji launches himself at him, his movements swift and precise, but there is something unsettlingly mechanical about them. Luffy barely has time to dodge as Sanji's flaming leg comes crashing down where he had been standing a moment ago. The ground beneath them erupts in flames and debris.

"Sanji, it's me! Luffy!" he shouts, his voice tinged with panic. "You have to fight this!"

Sanji's blank eyes show no recognition as he attacks again, each strike more powerful and relentless than the last. Luffy's heart pounds in his chest, a mix of fear and frustration surging through him. He knows Sanji is strong, but this is different. This is his friend being controlled, used as a weapon against him.

"Luffy, please!" Kei's voice rings out from somewhere nearby, filled with desperation. "You have to stop him!"

Luffy's mind races. He can't bring himself to hurt Sanji, but he can't let him continue attacking either. With every strike, Sanji's attacks grow more frenzied, as if the puppet master is delighting in the torment he is inflicting on both of them.

"Sanji, fight it!" Luffy pleads, his voice breaking with emotion. "Remember who you are!"

But Sanji's vacant expression remains unchanged. The puppet master watches with a sadistic grin, reveling in Luffy's anguish. Luffy knows he has to act fast. He can't let the puppet master win, but he also can't let Sanji hurt himself or anyone else.

In a desperate bid, Luffy stretches his arm out, wrapping it around Sanji and pulling him into a tight embrace. "Sanji, listen to me," he whispers urgently, his voice trembling. “Sanji wake up! I don't want to fight you! You aren't a puppet, you're my Nakama!”

In the depths of his mind, Sanji finds himself in a desolate landscape, shrouded in darkness. The air is heavy with a sense of despair, the ground barren and lifeless beneath his feet. He stands alone, his adult form encased in the cold, unyielding metal helmet, trapped within the confines of his own subconscious.

Around him, echoes of his past reverberate through the darkness, taunting whispers of pain and sorrow. Memories of his father's cruelty, his mother's absence, the violence of his brothers and his own feelings of inadequacy swirl around him like ghosts, haunting him at every turn.

But amidst the darkness, a faint glimmer of light catches Sanji's eye. He turns toward it, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and fear. As he approaches, the light begins to coalesce, taking shape into the form of a young boy, huddled and trembling in the shadows, also a metal helmet on the head. Sanji's breath catches in his throat as he recognizes the child version of himself, his innocent eyes wide with fear and confusion. The sight of his younger self, trapped in the same state of imprisonment, fills Sanji with a sense of profound sadness.

"Hey, it's okay," Sanji says softly, his voice barely a whisper in the darkness. "I'm not here to hurt you."

The child version of Sanji looks up, his eyes shimmering with tears. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

"My name is Sanji." The adult replies, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips, hidden by the helmet.

The child version of Sanji sniffles, curled up in the corner of the cell. "My name is... Sanji too... Does he also imprison you because... because you are weak... ? He hid your face too..."

"Yes, he did," Sanji says, his voice tinged with sadness. "He tried to make the world forget who I am, to make me believe that I was nothing more than an useless weapon...."

"Me too... my father said... he said that I'm a failure... he traps me there... I'm so scared, it's dark, there are spiders and bugs... and this..." the kid places his hands on the helmet. "It's so heavy. I'm so sorry, I should have been strong, I should be a good boy..."

Sanji can feel his heart break in his chest. This poor little boy, so desperate in front of him... he doesn't deserve this. Slowly, Sanji opens his arms.

"Come here, I'll warm you up and take off the helmet." He says with a soft voice.

The child version of Sanji hesitates for a moment before tentatively stepping forward, drawn to the warmth and comfort of Sanji's outstretched arms. As he draws closer, Sanji wraps him in a protective embrace, holding him close and soothing away the fear and pain. With tender care, Sanji reaches up and gently removes the heavy metal helmet from the child's head, revealing his tear-streaked face underneath. The child sighs in relief, his shoulders relaxing as the weight is lifted from his mind.

"It's so dark in here," the child murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know..." his own heart aching at the realization of the suffering his younger self endured. "Stay in my arms, I'm not going to leave you alone."

The child nods and nests in Sanji’s chest. They stay like that for a few minutes. The silence is stifling but the child seems to calm down. At one point, Sanji hears laughter from children in the distance, and the little boy jumps with terror.

"They know I’m here! No... they’ll still..."

"Stay behind me. Let them enter the cell, I wait for them." Sanji responds, determined to face the child versions of his three violent brothers to protect little Sanji.

The cell door creaks open, and three figures step inside, their forms obscured by the darkness. Sanji recognizes them instantly, his heart sinking at the sight of his three violent brothers, each wearing a devilish smile.

"Look who we have here," Niji sneers, his voice dripping with malice.

"We heard there was a weakling hiding in here," Yonji taunts, his tone cruel and mocking.

Sanji stands strong, he remains outwardly calm, shielding the child version of himself from their hateful gaze. "Indeed, what do we have here. Three little piece of shit who want to play strong."

His adult self appears tall in front of the three child, suddenly less confident. "Who are you?" Asks Ichiji.

"I'm Sanji." He answers as he takes off his own metal helmet. "So, how about you teams up against me to beat me up again. Let me show you, who's weak here."

Sanji's challenge hangs heavy in the air, his brothers' expressions shifting from amusement to surprise. Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji exchange wary glances, unsure of how to respond to the adult in front of them. Even the little Sanji behind seems surprised.

"You think you can take us on, little brother?" Niji sneers, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Sanji's gaze hardens, his fists clenched at his sides. "What don't you try?" he says, his voice steady and resolute.

Without hesitation, his brothers lunge forward, their movements swift and coordinated. Sanji remains steadfast, his adult body now equipped with the enhanced strength of his Germa exoskeleton. Their blows land harmlessly against his hardened skin, each strike only serving to fuel Sanji's determination. He towers over his brothers, his adult size giving him a distinct advantage in the confined space of the cell.

"You're weak, Sanji," Ichiji growls, frustration evident in his voice as he lashes out with a flurry of punches.

Sanji's lips curl into a smirk as he effortlessly evades each blow, his confidence radiating from every pore. "Is that all you've got?" he taunts, his voice laced with amusement.

Niji lunges forward, aiming a kick at Sanji's midsection, but Sanji sidesteps with grace, using his superior strength to overpower his brother. With a swift counterattack, he delivers a powerful kick that sends Niji sprawling to the ground.

Yonji moves in next, his fists flying in a desperate attempt to land a hit, but Sanji is one step ahead. With a lightning-fast kick, he sends Yonji crashing into the cell wall, the impact reverberating through the room.

As his brothers lie defeated on the ground, their confidence shattered, Sanji stands tall, "You can not defeat me anymore, shitty brothers. You are the weak now."

With a final, menacing glare, Sanji's brothers scramble to their feet and flee the cell, their tails between their legs. The cell closes behind them, locking the two Sanji again. Left alone once more, Sanji turns to the child version of himself, a small smile playing on his lips.

"See... You are okay."

"Sanji... who are you?" Asks the kid with tears.

Sanji kneels down beside his younger self, his heart heavy with empathy for the child's pain. "I am you," he says gently, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance.

The child version of Sanji sniffles, trying to wip away his tears with a shaky hand, in vain. "It's impossible... but you're so strong," he says, his voice trembling with awe and disbelief. "And I'm weak... I'm a failure..."

Sanji looks down, he in turn feels desperate. The child’s tears make him powerless, he doesn't know what to do. Slowly, he reaches out his arms again and greets him in a protective embrace.

"Sanji..." he murmurs, reaching out to caress the child’s hair affectionately." You don’t have to be afraid and you don’t have to apologize. It’s not your fault you’re here. It’s not your fault that father locked you up. You’re not weak. I know your genes aren’t awake, but you’re not responsible. What father did is wrong! He should never have locked you up."

As Sanji holds his younger self close, he feels the weight of his own past burdens and the pain of his childhood trauma. But he knows he must be strong for both of them, to provide the comfort and reassurance that the child version of himself so desperately needs.

"You're not a failure," Sanji whispers, his voice filled with compassion. "You're a survivor. Despite everything, you're still here, still fighting. And that's more than enough."

The child looks up at Sanji, his eyes searching for truth and solace. "But... but I'm scared," he admits. "Are you really me? Are you really strong? Will... someone ever love me..."

Sanji's heart clenches at the child's words, the pain of his own past echoing in the innocent plea for love and acceptance. He knows all too well the longing for validation and belonging that the child version of himself is feeling.

"Yes, I am you," Sanji says gently, his voice steady and reassuring. "And yes, I am strong. I know you like cooking."

"Yes! But only the rats eat my food and... mom loved it too..."

"I'm the best chef of East Blue now, and probably I'll be the best chef of the world. I'm cooking for an entire crew now, and god, my captain eats a lot. But everyone love our food. "

The child's eyes widen in surprise, a glimmer of hope flickering within them. "Really?" he asks, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Yes. Now I'm a strong pirate, my bounty is 1,032,000,000 belly. I can create fire with my legs."

"I'll do that too?" The kid asks, starting to feel hope.

Sanji nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course you will, because I'm you. If I do, it means you do. We will find All Blue. And people love us... a lot of people love us, Sanji..."

The child's face softens, his fears beginning to fade in the warmth of Sanji's embrace. "Who are they?"

Sanji's heart swells with emotion as he sees the hope returning to the child's eyes. "The people who love us are our friends, our crewmates," he explains, his voice filled with warmth. "They're like family to us, always there to support us and lift us up when we're feeling down."

The child's eyes widen in wonder. "Do we have a big family now?" he asks, his voice tinged with excitement.

Sanji chuckles softly, a fond smile on his lips. "Yes, we do. We have a crew of amazing friends, each with their own unique talents and quirks. They may drive us crazy sometimes, but they're always there for us when we need them."

The child's face lights up with joy, his fears melting away in the light of Sanji's reassurance. "I can't wait to meet them," he says, his voice filled with anticipation.

Sanji squeezes him gently, his heart overflowing with love and pride. "And they can't wait to meet you too, they love you. You're going to fit right in, I promise."

"So why are you stuck here... ? If you are strong and have nakama, what happened? Why are you here?"

Sanji's smile fades as he recalls the events that led him to this dark place. "I lost a battle," he admits, his voice heavy with regret. "I was fighting against a powerful enemy, and he managed to break me down, to turn me into his puppet."

The child's eyes widen with concern. "But you're strong, aren't you? You have nakama to help you," he says, his voice filled with confusion.

Sanji nods solemnly. "Yes, I am strong. But even the strongest of us can falter sometimes. And I let my guard down, I allowed my past traumas to cloud my judgment, and I lost. I was scared for you... So I came here to save you."

"You sacrifice yourself for me? Why?" Asks little Sanji without understand it.

"Because... I wanted to tell you that none of this is your fault. I wanted to hold you in my arms, to protect you, to show you how strong you are. I wanted to tell you... how sorry I am."

As he holds Sanji child tighter in his embrace, adult Sanji starts to feel the tears running down his cheeks.

"I'm the one who let you down, I'm sorry I did... I'm sorry I didn't come earlier to protect you."

The child version of Sanji looks up at his older self, his eyes wide with disbelief. "But... but you're here now," he says softly, his voice filled with confusion. "You came to save me. You're not letting me down."

Sanji shakes his head, his heart heavy with guilt. "I should have been here sooner. I should have protected you from the pain and the fear. I'm sorry I didn't."

The child reaches up and wipes away the tears from Sanji's cheeks, his touch gentle and reassuring. "It's okay," he says, his voice filled with compassion. "We're together now, and that's all that matters."

Sanji's shoulders sag with relief as he embraces the child once more, holding him close. "Let's get out of here."

Sanji takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenge ahead. With a swift kick, he sends the cell door flying open, eliciting a surprised laugh from the child version of himself. The sound of the child's laughter fills Sanji with a sense of determination, a reminder of the hope and resilience that still exists within him.

Together, they step out of the cell and into a maze that stretches out before them, its twisting paths shrouded in darkness. Sanji's heart sinks at the sight, knowing that the maze is a reflection of the journey he must now undertake to heal his trauma and find his way back to himself.

"That's a big one..." Whispers the kid with fear.

"Yes it is. But I'm ready to go through it. I can carry you if you want."

Sanji's offer brings a small smile to the child's face. "Okay," he says softly, his voice trembling slightly. "Thank you."

Sanji scoops up the child in his arms, holding him close as they venture deeper into the maze. With each step, the darkness seems to press in around them, but Sanji refuses to let fear take hold. He focuses on the warmth of the child in his arms, drawing strength from their bond. As they navigate the maze, Sanji's mind drifts to the memories of his past, the pain and trauma he has endured. But he pushes those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the present moment and the journey ahead.

"We'll make it through this, I promise," Sanji whispers, his voice filled with determination.

The child nods, his trust unwavering. Together, they press on, navigating the twists and turns of the maze with courage and resilience. But at one point, they find themselves stuck in a dead end. Sanji is about to turn around but realizes that he is locked in a room without a door in the maze.

"What do we do now?" Asks Sanji child, "We’re stuck!"

"I know why... I can't heal myself now, I'm stuck as a puppet in the real world. I have to break the devil fruit power, win the battle and then I can come back."

"Wait! Don't leave me alone here! Please!" Starts to cry little Sanji as he clings to his adult self.

"I won't. My ... lover, Zoro, he helped me to build a special place. It's safe, it's beautiful, it will protect you. Will you be okay to stay here until I come back?" Asks adult Sanji.

The child sniffles, his tears beginning to ebb as he looks up at Sanji with wide, watery eyes. "But... what if you don't come back?" he asks, his voice trembling with fear.

Sanji's heart aches at the child's words, but he forces himself to stay strong. "I will come back," he says firmly. "I'll fight with everything I have to break free from this puppetry and return to you. I promise."

The child nods, his trust in Sanji unwavering. "Okay," he whispers, clinging tightly to Sanji's neck.

Sanji holds the child close, his own heart heavy with uncertainty. But he knows he must press on, for the child's sake and for his own. He gazes around the special place he has created for the child, ensuring that it is safe and comforting. The room is bathed in soft, warm light, reminiscent of the gentle glow of sunlight filtering through the surface of the ocean. The walls are adorned with paintings of serene seascapes, depicting tranquil beaches and crystal-clear waters teeming with colorful marine life.

In one corner of the room, there is a cozy nest made of soft blankets and cushions, where the child can rest and find solace. A gentle breeze rustles through the curtains, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and sea spray, a comforting reminder of the vast, boundless ocean that lies beyond.

Sanji kneels down beside the child, his heart heavy with emotion. "This place is for you," he says softly, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "It's safe, it's beautiful, and it's yours. Until I come back, it will protect you."

The child looks around the room with wonder and awe, his fear beginning to ebb away in the comforting embrace of the special place. "Thank you, Sanji," he whispers, his voice filled with gratitude.

Sanji smiles, his eyes shining with determination. "I'll be back before you know it," he promises, pressing a gentle kiss to the child's forehead. "Stay strong, little one. I believe in you."

With one last reassuring smile, Sanji rises to his feet and turns to leave, he finds himself in the empty room he was before, inside the maze. Alone. Sanji can hear the sounds of the movements of the wooden puppets in the distance. Her own body is out there somewhere, fighting for the puppet master. He closes his eyes and tries to concentrate but the power of the demon fruit user crushes him to the ground. He falls, moaning in pain, encountering the cold ground.

Sanji wake up! I don't want to fight you! You aren't a puppet, you're my Nakama!

"Luffy...?" Whispers Sanji.

Sanji's eyes flutter open at the sound of Luffy's voice, his heart racing with both relief and fear. He struggles to push himself up from the cold ground, his body heavy with exhaustion and pain. The relentless pressure of the devil fruit user's power bears down on him, threatening to crush him beneath its weight.

"Luffy..." Sanji murmurs, "I'm... I'm here. I'm fighting... but I don't know if I can win."

Luffy's voice echoes in Sanji's mind, filled with determination and unwavering belief. "You can, Sanji. You're strong. You're our cook, our friend, our Nakama. We're all here for you. Don't give up."

Sanji's resolve strengthens at Luffy's words, his determination burning bright within him. With a deep breath, he pushes himself to his feet, his muscles trembling with effort. "You're right, Luffy. I won't give up. Not now, not ever."

Sanji's eyes flutter open, his inner world fades away, replaced by the harsh reality of the battleground. He finds himself amidst the chaos of the island, the sounds of battle echoing all around him. With a start, he realizes that Luffy is fighting against him, the captain is blocking with his armament haki the Diable Jambe of the cook.

"Luffy!" Sanji calls out, his voice strained with effort. "Stop! It's me... I'm back..."

Luffy pauses, his expression shifting from determination to concern as he hears Sanji's voice. "Sanji...?"

Sanji's gaze falls on the puppet master, who stands nearby, a look of surprise on his face as he struggles to maintain control over Sanji's body. With a surge of determination, Sanji fights against the puppet master's influence, his willpower burning bright within him.

"Listen to me, Luffy," Sanji says urgently, his voice filled with resolve. "I need you to defeat the puppet master. He's the one controlling me. I can hold his power a bit, but you're the only one who can stop him."

Luffy nods, his eyes blazing with determination. "Got it, Sanji. Leave it to me!" He turns to the puppet master, rage in his eyes. "You! Leave my cook alone!"

With a fierce battle cry, Luffy charges towards the puppet master, his fists enveloped in crackling arcs of Haki. The puppet master's eyes widen in surprise as Luffy's onslaught bears down on him, the force of the impact sending him staggering backward. Sanji watches from the sidelines, his heart swelling with gratitude for his captain's unwavering determination. With every blow Luffy delivers, Sanji feels the puppet master's control over him weakening, the oppressive weight of his influence lifting bit by bit.

Summoning all his strength, Sanji focuses on resisting the puppet master's power, his willpower burning bright within him like a blazing flame. Kei and Stan rush towards him.

"Sanji, are you okay?" asks Kei, concern in his voice.

Sanji nods, a determined glint in his eyes. "I'm okay now," he says, his voice steady despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on him. "Watch my captain destroying this guy.”

Luffy's Haki-infused fists connect with bone-crushing force, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The puppet master desperately tries to counter, but Luffy's relentless assault leaves him no room to breathe. With a final, powerful blow, Luffy sends the puppet master crashing to the ground, defeated. The air is filled with tension as everyone holds their breath, waiting for the outcome. The puppet master lies motionless on the ground, his power broken and his influence over Sanji shattered. Hundreds of dolls around collapses to the ground, lifeless. With a triumphant grin, Luffy turns to his friend, relief evident in his expression.

"We did it, Sanji!" Luffy exclaims, his voice ringing with joy.

Sanji's eyes light up with gratitude as he gazes at his captain. "Thank you, Luffy," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "You saved me."

Luffy grins, his trademark smile lighting up his face. "That's what Nakama are for, right?" he replies, extending a hand to help Sanji to his feet.

As the dust settles and the adrenaline of battle begins to fade, Luffy's gaze softens as he looks at Sanji. He can see the exhaustion etched into every line of his friend's face, a testament to the ordeal he had endured while under the puppet master's control. Luffy knows all too well the depths of Sanji's trauma, having witnessed firsthand the scars left behind by his tumultuous past.

Approaching Sanji with a gentle smile, Luffy lays a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "You went through hell, didn't you?" he says softly, his voice filled with empathy.

Sanji meets Luffy's gaze, his eyes reflecting a mixture of shame and exhaustion. "Yeah," he admits quietly, the weight of his experiences evident in his voice. "But I... fought against it... I'm sorry that I lost this battle Captain..."

Luffy's expression softens even further at Sanji's words, his admiration for his friend's strength growing with each passing moment. "Don't apologize, Sanji," he says gently, his voice laced with understanding. "You fought harder than anyone could imagine. And I know you... I know you won't let that happen again. You won't lose again, Sanji. Stay strong.”

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise at Luffy's words, his heart swelling with gratitude at his captain's unwavering faith in him. He meets Luffy's gaze, finding strength in the unwavering determination reflected in his friend's eyes.

"Luffy..." Sanji murmurs, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you."

Luffy nods, a sense of pride swelling within him at Sanji's resilience. "I'm glad you're okay," he says sincerely, offering his friend a reassuring smile.

Kei and Stan join Sanji and Luffy, their expressions a mix of concern and relief. Together, they turn their attention to the orphanage they had been defending, eager to ensure its safety in the aftermath of the battle. They find the building still standing, though bearing the scars of the conflict that had raged around it. Kei and Stan exchange a silent glance, their relief palpable as they realize that the children inside are safe.

“Kids are okay…” Declares Stan, relieved.

But suddenly, Sanji's heart skips a beat as the memory of the explosion on the dock earlier floods back into his mind. His worry for his crewmates, particularly Zoro, threatens to overwhelm him.

"Luffy... the explosion... the Sunny... Zoro..." Sanji's voice trembles with fear as he struggles to find the words to express his concern.

Luffy's expression darkens, his concern mirrored in his eyes. "Let's go!" he declares, his voice firm with determination.

"It's ok Sanji! We got the situation here!" Reassures Stan.

Sanji nods, his mind racing with a thousand fears and possibilities. They both rush towards the dock, their hearts heavy with worry about the swordsman and their ship.

As they approach the scene of the explosion, relief floods through Sanji as he sees the familiar shape of the Sunny still standing, albeit slightly damaged. There are puppets everywhere, hundreds of them. And Zoro is nowhere to be found.

"Zoro!" Luffy calls out, his voice filled with concern but he receives no answers.

Sanji's heart sinks as the realization dawns upon him that Zoro is nowhere to be found amidst the chaos of the dock. His worry intensifies, his mind racing with a thousand fears and possibilities. Luffy and Sanji climb inside the Sunny.

"Oi Mosshead! Where are you?" Sanji shouts, his voice echoing across the ship as they search desperately for any sign of their friend.

As Sanji and Luffy search the Sunny, their hearts pounding with worry, a voice calls out from below deck.

"Over here!"

Sanji's heart leaps with relief at the sound of Zoro's voice. They rush down to find him, Zoro sits against the wall of the galley, a cocky smile on his face.

"Jeez, I hate puppets." He jokes.

"Zoro, you idiot!" Sanji exclaims, a mixture of relief and irritation in his voice. "We were worried sick about you!"

Zoro grins, unfazed by their concern. "No way, Cook, you, worried about me? I'm not a damsel in distress." he says, his voice tinged with amusement.

Sanji rolls his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips despite himself. "You wish, Mosshead," he retorts, his tone teasing. "You would have been better as a puppet!"

Zoro rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of amusement in his expression. "Yeah, right. Like I'd let that happen."

Luffy joins them, a wide grin on his face. "Glad you're okay, Zoro!"

Zoro nods in acknowledgment, though he winces as he tries to shift his position. "Thanks, Captain. Just a few scratches, nothing I can't handle. Everyone's alright?"

Luffy shoots Zoro a reassuring look. "Yeah, everyone's alright. We should go check on them, Chopper will patch us up."

Zoro nods, his expression softening with understanding. "I never doubt about it, Shit-Cook." he says with a playful and sincere smile.

Sanji feels a rush of warmth flood his cheeks at Zoro's playful yet sincere words. Overwhelmed by emotion, his heart swelling with gratitude and affection, he leans in impulsively and presses his lips to Zoro's, the kiss a silent expression of everything he feels in that moment. For a heartbeat, time seems to stand still as Sanji's lips meet Zoro's, the world falling away as they share a brief, tender moment amidst the chaos around them. But their intimate moment is interrupted by a hearty laugh from Luffy, reminding them of his presence.

"Oi, Sanji! Save some of that for later!" Luffy chortles, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he teases his crewmate.

Sanji pulls back, his cheeks flushing crimson as he meets Luffy's amused gaze. "Sorry, Captain," he mumbles, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and amusement at being caught in the act.

But Luffy just grins, his laughter infectious as he claps Sanji on the back. "It's okay, Sanji. Just make sure to save some for when we're celebrating our victory!"

"Yeah, let's find the other and see if the Island needs more help with puppets." Says Zoro as he stands up.

Sanji nods, grateful for the distraction from his momentary lapse in composure. He pushes himself to his feet, his mind refocusing on the task at hand.

"Right, let's go make sure everyone's okay and lend a hand where we can," he says, his voice steady despite the lingering warmth in his cheeks.

With renewed determination, the three of them set out to check on the rest of the crew and offer their assistance to the islanders in need. As they walk, Sanji can't help but steal a glance at Zoro, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He knows they have a long journey ahead, filled with challenges and uncertainties.

But this time, Sanji's more confident about his healing process.

Chapter Text

As the moon shines high in the sky, casting its silver light across the island, the monster trio—Sanji, Zoro, and Luffy—find the rest of the crew gathered in the town square. They are greeted warmly by the mayor of the island and the grateful inhabitants, who have come to express their heartfelt thanks for the Straw Hat Pirates' heroism in defending their home.

The mayor, a distinguished figure with gray hair and a warm smile, steps forward to address the gathered crowd. His voice carries over the square, filled with gratitude and admiration for the Straw Hat Pirates.

"Good people of our island," he begins, his tone resolute yet filled with emotion. "Today, we stand in the presence of true heroes. The Straw Hat Pirates have shown us what it means to be courageous, to be selfless, to be willing to risk everything for the sake of others."

The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, their voices ringing out in unity as they express their gratitude to the crew. The mayor continues, his words echoing with sincerity. "In the face of danger, these brave souls stood firm, defending our homes and our loved ones with unwavering determination. They have proven themselves to be not only powerful warriors but also kind-hearted souls who fight for justice and freedom."

He turns to face the Straw Hat Pirates, his eyes shining with appreciation. "On behalf of the people of our island, I extend our deepest thanks to you. What can we offer you to thank you?"

"Meat."

"Sake."

"Berries!"

“Beautiful Ladies!”

“Coton candy!”

“Cola!”

“Panties!”

"You guys are the worst!" Screams Usopp while Robin and Jimbe laugh.

The mayor chuckles warmly at the varied requests, his appreciation for the crew evident in his amused expression.

"I see we have quite the diverse preferences here," he remarks with a twinkle in his eye. "But don’t worry, my friends. We shall make sure to provide each of you with what you desire as a token of our gratitude."

The crowd cheers in agreement, eager to show their appreciation to the crew in any way they can. The mayor gestures with some citizens to start organizing the offerings, ensuring that everyone's requests will be fulfilled.

"Strawhat Pirates," the mayor continues, addressing the crew as a whole, "please accept our hospitality. We have prepared a feast in your honor, and the entire town is eager to celebrate the victory with you to end this night!"

“MEAAAAT!”

The crew begins to follow the mayor, but Zoro has other things in mind. He approaches Luffy and places a hand on his shoulder. "Oi Luffy, I need to talk with Cook. We'll join you at the feast in a minute."

Luffy raises an eyebrow, but nods understandingly. "Alright, Zoro. I know what you want to talk with him. He fought. He didn’t give up even though he asked me for help.”

“I’m sure he did. But I need to hear it from him.”

“Don't take too long. There's gonna be a lot of meat and probably booze too! Shishishishi!"

Sanji looks at Zoro curiously as the rest of the crew continues on to the feast. "What is it, Mosshead?"

Zoro takes a deep breath, his expression serious. "I didn't want to expose you in front of Luffy earlier. You said that you sort of managed to win the fight. Tell me what really happened, Sanji. Tell me the truth."

Sanji's gaze drops to the ground, the weight of the memories pressing down on him. He sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair, subconsciously checking that the metal helmet isn't there. "I uh..." he begins quietly. "I lost my fight."

Zoro frowns, confusion and concern evident in his eyes. "What do you mean you lost?"

Sanji’s lips begin to shake. "The Devil Fruit’s user, one of his techniques was to turn someone into a puppet, it works if the person had felt used before. I tried to fight, but he won... I lost against my traumas... again... Zoro, I... fuck..."

A sense of shame and weakness takes hold of him. Sanji is unable to look into the eyes of his rival and lover. He steps back and grabs his head, his hands trembling.

"Apparently, I wasn't here anymore. The puppet master, he... he controlled me completely. I was trapped inside my own body, forced to fight against Luffy. I'm sorry, Zoro... I'm sorry that I lost... Not only that, but I fucking failed in my duty to the crew... I'm sorry to be weak, Zoro..." His voice breaks.

Dad, let me out! I’m sorry to be weak!

Zoro steps forward, closing the distance between them that Sanji created. "Did you break his influence alone?”

"I... I heard Luffy's voice and I fought for it."

"Again, alone?" Zoro asks, his tone serious and unwavering.

Sanji swallows hard, nodding slowly. "Yeah. I had to fight against it alone. I had to find the strength within myself to break free."

A gentle smile starts to appear on Zoro's face. "Good. Next time, you won't even need Luffy's voice."

Sanji finds a sudden strengh to look Zoro in the eyes, he is surprised not to be reprimanded by Zoro, as second of the crew, it would be normal to see him angry at his defeat.

"Next time?" He echoes softly.

Zoro's smile widens, a silent reassurance passing between them. "Yeah," he says, his voice filled with confidence. "Next time, you'll break free all on your own. If you don't feel strong enough for that, don't apologize to me and don't cry." He says as he approaches his lover a bit more. "When I don't feel strong enough, I train, pushing my limits. C'mon, I'm sure you can do the same, Shit-cook."

Sanji looks up, meeting Zoro's eyes, surprised by the unexpected encouragement. A surge of warmth and determination fills him, bolstered by the support and belief of his nakama. "Yeah," he says, his voice steady now. "I won't let you down.”

Zoro's smile remains steady, a beacon of support and confidence. "I know you won't," he says, his voice firm yet gentle. "But it's not me you don't have to let down. It's yourself."

Sanji's heart clenches at Zoro's words, the image of his inner child, waiting in the safe place he created, comes back to Sanji's mind. He knows he can't let that child down. He has to keep fighting, keep pushing forward.

"Okay..." Sanji acknowledges, his voice low but sincere.

"C'mon, let's go to that feast. The best booze is the free booze." Zoro smiles.

Sanji nods, feeling lighter. Once again, Zoro doesn't judge him for his defeat but for how he held on until Luffy saved him. He pinches his lips because, as on the Sunny a little earlier, all he wants is to throw himself on the lips of his lover. He decides to behave himself and act more fancy, more like himself.

"Hey, Algae-head, don't act too much like the Second and the Sweet man at the same time. I’m gonna end up thinking you’re trying to be the best partner." Sanji declares with a cocky smile.

Zoro blinks, momentarily taken aback by Sanji's flirtatious remark. His cheeks flush slightly, but he quickly regains his composure, clearing his throat. "Let's go before all the booze is gone," he says, his voice gruff but steady.

With that, he turns towards the direction of the feast, hoping to hide any lingering signs of his embarrassment. Sanji follows suit, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as they make their way to join the rest of the crew.

The feast is a lively affair, with tables overflowing with a bounty of food and drink prepared by the generous citizens of the island. Platters of roasted meats, fresh fruits, and vibrant vegetables are arranged in colorful displays, while pitchers of frothy ale, spiced rum, and sweet, fruity wine are passed around freely. The aroma of grilled fish, rich stews, and freshly baked bread fills the air, mingling with the salty scent of the sea breeze.

Luffy, true to form, dives headfirst into the spread, his appetite seemingly insatiable as he devours everything in sight. Plates are piled high with his favorite dishes, and he eats with joyous abandon, his laughter booming as he talks with his mouth full. His enthusiasm is contagious, drawing smiles and chuckles from those around him.

The entire island joins in the celebration, dancing, eating, drinking, and laughing together under the soft glow of the moon. Torches and lanterns cast a warm, flickering light across the square, creating a magical ambiance. Music fills the air, a lively mix of drums, flutes, and string instruments that set the rhythm for the dancers.

The crew members mingle with the locals, sharing stories and laughter as they enjoy the festivities. Zoro stands by a table, a tankard of ale in hand, engaging in a friendly arm-wrestling match with a burly fisherman. Nami and Robin sit together, sipping on fruity cocktails and exchanging tales of their adventures with an enthralled group of villagers. The cocktails are a rainbow of colors, each glass adorned with tropical fruits and tiny paper umbrellas.

Sanji, for once, enjoys the moment without having to cook. He moves through the crowd with grace, savoring the various dishes prepared by the islanders and sipping on a glass of rich, spiced rum. His usual role as chef set aside, he flirts good-naturedly with the ladies and shares in the laughter and camaraderie.

Usopp holds court with a group of wide-eyed children, regaling them with exaggerated tales of his bravery and cunning. Chopper, in his tiny reindeer form, plays hide and seek with a gaggle of giggling kids, his delighted squeals blending with their laughter.

Even the children join in, their laughter ringing out as they play games and chase each other around the square. They dart between the tables and weave through the dancers, their energy seemingly boundless. A group of older kids tries to teach Brook some of the island’s traditional dances, their attempts made all the more humorous by his gangly frame and bony limbs.

Franky, ever the showman, has set up an impromptu stage with some of the local craftsmen. Using his technological prowess and the island's resources, he constructs a small platform where he entertains the crowd with a series of dazzling light shows and pyrotechnic displays. His signature "Super!" pose draws cheers and applause from the audience, his larger-than-life personality a perfect fit for the festive atmosphere.

Jinbe, with his calm and dignified presence, finds himself at the center of a more subdued but equally committed group. The islanders are fascinated by the tales of his life as a Fish-Man and his role in the ongoing quest for peace between humans and Fish-Men. Jinbe speaks thoughtfully, his deep voice carrying weight as he shares his experiences and wisdom.

Zoro, after finishing his arm-wrestling match with the burly fisherman and winning easily, leans back against a wooden pillar, a satisfied smirk on his face as he takes a long swig from his tankard of ale. The strong, frothy drink is just to his liking, and he relishes the burn as it goes down. His keen eyes scan the crowd, taking in the merriment and laughter. Though not one to openly express it, he feels a deep sense of contentment seeing his crewmates and the islanders enjoying themselves.

His gaze shifts to Sanji, who is clearly in his element, charming the ladies and savoring the local cuisine. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at Zoro's lips. He enjoys seeing the cook relaxed and happy for once, without the burden of kitchen duties. The two lock eyes for a brief moment, and in that silent exchange, a world of unspoken feeling passes between them.

Sanji is consuming his second drink and grabs another one before he makes his way over to Zoro, who is still leaning against the wooden pillar, a slight smile playing on his lips. Sanji's eyes twinkle with mischief as he approaches, a playful smirk forming on his face.

"Hey, Mosshead," Sanji greets, handing Zoro another drink. "Enjoying yourself?"

Zoro takes the offered drink and nods. "Yeah, it's not bad," he replies, his tone nonchalant. He takes a sip of the new drink, savoring the taste. "I can see you are having fun with the ladies, Lovecook."

Sanji chuckles, leaning against the pillar next to Zoro. "What can I say... I love all the ladies in the world." he says, his voice light, making his lover smile. "But speaking of fun... how's that aphrodisiac treating you?"

Zoro rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of amusement in his expression. "You are really looking for trouble, stupid Curly-brow!"

"I just wonder how it was to fight with a boner." Sanji retorts, holding his laugh.

Zoro grunts, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "It was... distracting," he admits, taking another swig of his drink. "But I handled it."

Sanji's grin widens, his eyes sparkling with teasing delight. "Oh, I'm sure you did. But it must've been quite the challenge, huh? Trying to fight off enemies while... dealing with that."

Zoro scowls, though there's no real anger behind it. "Yeah, well, I managed. No thanks to you, Shit-cook.” He shrugs nonchalantly. "But at least, it just prove that I'm the best, and you are just fourth place." he says with a smirk.

"Sure, sure, Mister Passed out." Answers Sanji with pride.

"Mr Nosebleed!"

"Mr Nosebleed too!"

"Shit-Cook."

"Seaweed."

"Dartbrow."

"Cactus face."

"I love you."

"Shitty-swor... I love you too..." Sanji blushes, caught off guard. "Let me... um… let me grab you another drink."

Zoro's smirk turns into a genuine smile at Sanji's flustered reaction. "Sure, Curly-brow. I'll be right here," he replies, his voice tinged with warmth. “What a cute reaction…”

Sanji quickly makes his way to the makeshift bar, his cheeks still burning with embarrassment from his unexpected confession to Zoro. As he searches for a drink to calm his nerves, he's suddenly joined by Kei and Stan, who exchange surprised glances as they approach him.

"No way, Sanji!" Kei expresses. "So your crush is this fucking handsome swordsman?"

Sanji freezes mid-reach for a bottle, his hand hovering uncertainly in the air. His cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as Kei's words hit him like a bolt of lightning. He opens his mouth to respond, but no words come out. Instead, he can only manage a sheepish nod, his embarrassment palpable.

"Damn, Sanji. For someone who always loved women, you know how to choose a beautiful man!" Stan says, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Sanji's embarrassment deepens at Stan's teasing remark. He fidgets awkwardly, unsure of how to respond to his friends' playful banter.

"Yeah, well... I guess you could say I have... good tastes," Sanji finally manages to mumble, his voice barely above a whisper. He avoids meeting their eyes, instead focusing on the bottles on the table with exaggerated interest.

Kei chuckles, a playful glint in his eye. "Good tastes? Sanji this guy could turn every man gay, even the most straight one, riiiight?"

Stan nods enthusiastically. "Have you seen his muscles!"

Kei nods like an idiot. "And his eyes! Sanji you were right, his eyes and muscles are on point!"

"I suppose... he's not bad to look at," Sanji stammers, his voice betraying his embarrassment.

He shifts uncomfortably on his feet, feeling increasingly like he's being put on the spot while the two husbands exchange amused glances, clearly enjoying Sanji's discomfort.

"Not bad? Sanji, you're practically drooling every time you look at him!" Kei teases, his grin widening.

Stan chuckles, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, and don't even get me started on the way you two bicker like an old married couple just right there. It's adorable!"

Sanji's cheeks turn into a deep shade of red at their teasing, but he can't help but let out a chuckle. Yes he is shy when someone talk about Zoro and him but he can't deny the truth in their words. Zoro drives him crazy sometimes.

"Alright, alright, enough already," Sanji finally concedes, his embarrassment giving way to a sheepish grin. "I haven't been honest with you guys. Zoro and I are... already in relationship since a couple of months."

"Why did you ask us advice to seduce him?" Demands Kei, surprised.

"Because... He's the one who asked me out and... I never had to ... earn him, you know. He isn't only just hot as fuck, remember? Tough on the outside and soft on the inside. The truth is, he's the sweetest lover I could ever dream off. So I thought... that he deserves to be seduced, pampered and all that..." Admits Sanji with a soft voice.

Kei and Stan offer stunned looks, their surprise reflected in their wide-eyed expressions. They are momentarily speechless as they process Sanji's unexpected revelation.

"Sanji... you are also a hell of an amazing lover! Do you hear yourself?" Kei finally manages to sputter out, his voice filled with disbelief.

Sanji is taken aback by Kei's exclamation, and his embarrassment returns as an unexpected compliment. He stammers awkwardly, at a loss for words as he tries to respond.

"I-I mean... I... uh... well, I try my best, you know?"

"Your best is on point Sanji! Zoro is lucky to have you too! That's why I said self-esteem, my friend. You are good too!" Stan chuckles, a teasing glint in his eye.

Sanji's nervousness slowly fades into a warm smile at Stan's words, touched by his friend's sincerity. He takes a deep breath, feeling grateful for his friends' support and encouragement.

"Thanks, Stan. I guess... sometimes it's easy to forget your own worth, especially when it comes to matters of the heart."

Kei nods in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "You're right, Sanji. But trust me, you're an amazing person, both inside and out. And Zoro is lucky to have you, just as you're lucky to have him."

Sanji's smile widens at Kei's words, his heart feeling lighter than it has been in a long time. Kei and Stan step closer to Sanji, a shared determination shining in their eyes.

"Sanji, we want to thank you for everything you've done for this island and for the orphanage," Kei says earnestly, his voice filled with gratitude. "You've risked your life to protect us, and we'll never forget that."

Stan nods in agreement, his expression equally sincere. "Yeah, you're a real hero, Sanji. We owe you a lot."

Sanji's scratchs his head in a mix of embarrassment and gratitude at their heartfelt thanks. "It was nothing, really, you should thank my captain, Luffy. He’s the one who saved us all." he replies modestly, though the warmth in his eyes betrays his true feelings.

Kei approaches Sanji and takes his hands between his. "Sanji, you’re hard on yourself. Of course, your captain played a big role and defeated the devil’s fruit user, but, you’re the one who saved us, you fought hundreds of puppets. Without you, there are people who wouldn’t be here at this party. Not to mention the orphanage you protected."

Stan nods emphatically, "Kei's right, you can't keep doubting about yourself, Sanji. Whether it’s your beauty, your strength or your worth."

"I..." Sanji begins, struggling to find the right words to express his gratitude for Kei and Stan's support. "Thank you, guys. I... I guess I've been too focused on what I couldn't do, I didn't realize the impact of what I did achieve."

Kei squeezes his hands reassuringly, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Exactly, Sanji. You're stronger than you think, and you've saved more lives than you'll ever know."

Stan nods in agreement, his expression filled with genuine admiration. "Yeah, you're like a real-life superhero, Sanji. Don't ever forget that."

He squeezes Kei's hands gently, feeling a rush of warmth at the sincerity in his voice and takes a moment to let their words sink in, feeling a newfound sense of confidence and self-worth blossoming within him.

Kei clears his throat, his tone turning serious. "Do you remember where the library is?"

Sanji furrows his brow, trying to remember the island's layout. "Yeah, I think so. Why?"

A mischievous smile tugs at Kei's lips as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Because the library... it's ours. We live on top of it."

Stan nods eagerly, delighted by his husband’s idea. "And we have a guest room, on the last floor," he adds, winking at Sanji. "So if you and Zoro ever want some... private time, you know, you can have it."

Sanji's eyes opened with astonishment, his cheeks flushing at the implication. "I... uh... Guys, c'mon..."

"You c'mon! Don't you want an entire night to seduce your precious boyfriend?" Kei says with a playful tone. "We want to repay you for everything you've done for us. And besides, everybody will be at the feast all night. Nobody will hear a thing."

Sanji's embarrassment intensifies, his mind racing with a flurry of thoughts and emotions. "Uh... I mean, I appreciate the offer, really I do," he stammers. "But I... I'll have to think about it."

Kei and Stan exchange a knowing smile, their amusement evident. "You've already decided, Sanji," Kei says with a grin, handing him a set of keys.

Sanji's hands shake as he takes the keys, feeling a mix of uncertainty and excitement. "I... I ... uh..." he murmurs, barely audible above the noise of the feast.

Stan claps him on the back, grinning widely. "Just say thank you, Sanji! And enjoy your night with Zoro! Oh, by the way, you can use the bathroom too! And there is lube in the cabinet!"

Sanji's embarrassment reaches new heights at Stan's remarks, his cheeks burning. He awkwardly thanks them, tucking the keys into his pocket. "Uh... thank you, Stan. I... appreciate it."

Kei chuckles, winking playfully. "Just remember to return the keys in the morning, Sanji," he says.

Sanji nods, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Thanks again, guys," he says sincerely. "I'll make sure to make good use of them."

“You better be!” Encourages Kei.

Sanji rejoins Zoro, hoping to distract himself from his swirling emotions. As he approaches, he notices Zoro looking at him curiously, his brow furrowed inquisitively.

"Here's your drink," Sanji says, offering him the bottle of sake with a smile.

Zoro accepts the bottle with a nod of thanks, taking a sip before turning his attention back to Sanji. "So, who were those two guys you were talking to?" he asks, his curiosity evident in his tone.

"Kei and Stan? They are married. Good guys, I fought with them earlier to defend the orphanage."

Zoro's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at Sanji's response, a mixture of admiration and respect flickering in his eyes. "Married, huh? Sounds like you made some interesting friends," he remarks, taking another sip of sake. "And you fought alongside them? That explains why they were looking at you like you hung the moon.”

"Yeah, they're wanted to thank me again." he replies, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he leans back against the wooden pillar.

Zoro's eyes scanning the lively scene before him with a sense of quiet contentment. The air is filled with laughter and music, the sound of merriment echoing through the night. The feast is in full swing, with tables overflowing with a bounty of food and drink, and the entire island has joined in the celebration. As Zoro takes another sip of sake, his gaze drifts to Sanji, who is seated next to him, his laughter mingling with the joyful cacophony of voices around them. Zoro can't help but smile as he watches his lover, a warmth spreading through him at the sight of Sanji so relaxed and happy.

Despite the crowd of people around them, Zoro finds himself craving physical contact with Sanji. He reaches out subtly, his fingers brushing against Sanji's lower back. It's a small gesture, barely noticeable to anyone else, but to Zoro, it's a way of silently expressing his affection and protectiveness to the man he loves. Sanji's laughter fades into a contented smile as he feels Zoro's touch, a warmth spreading through him at the subtle yet intimate gesture. He leans slightly into Zoro's touch, his body instinctively seeking out the comfort and reassurance of his lover's presence.

"Zoro, about earlier on the ship, when I made dinner for you, did you really like the way I tried to seduce you?" Sanji asks in a hushed tone.

Zoro sets down his sake bottle, his attention fully on Sanji now. "I told you I did. Why do you ask?"

"I would like to... seduce you every day. Not in front of the crew if you don't want to but in private... I would like... You know, being all flirty and romantic with you... give you nicknames, compliment you, teasing you, turning you on... all these kinds of thing." Sanji admits, his words pouring out in a rush.

Zoro's eyes widen in surprise at Sanji's confession, his tough exterior momentarily softened by the vulnerability in Sanji's words. Placing his hand flat on Sanji’s lower back, he responds with a gentleness that catches Sanji off guard.

"Sanji," Zoro begins, his voice softer than usual. "You really don't have to ask. If you want to be perky and flirty and sweet and stupidly romantic with me, go for it. I know you aim to please, but I want you to fulfill your own desires too. If you want to use a silly nickname, do it. If you want to offer me chocolates, well, don't, I hate chocolates, but offer me booze instead. If you want to do special stuff in bed, just do it. Let yourself embrace your craziness and perverted side. Nobody cares how I'll react, because coming from you, I'll react positively. And if I don’t like something, I’ll tell you.”

Sanji's heart skips a beat as he hears Zoro's thoughtful response, and his face burns with nervousness and adoration. He meets Zoro's gaze, his eyes filled with gratitude and something deeper—a feeling of connection that surpasses words.

Sanji murmurs, his voice filled with emotion. "I like, my love..."

"I know you do. You’ve used it before," Zoro smiles.

"I think... Handsome suits you well too," Sanji continues, his neck flushing red.

"Heh, I like this one!" Zoro teases.

"Do you want... to give me one?" Sanji asks, nibbling on his lower lip.

"Do you want me to?" Zoro replies, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"I ... yeah," Sanji answers softly.

Zoro's eyes light up with amusement at Sanji's request, a playful smirk forming on his lips as he considers the possibilities. He begins to draw circles with his fingers on Sanji’s back, his mind whirling with ideas for a personal nickname for his beloved cook.

"Hmm, let's see..." Zoro muses, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "I'm too attached to Cook, you know."

"Well, Cook isn't my name so... it works, even if you always called me like that, I guess that shows how personal it is," Sanji replies with a playful smile.

"How about 'my cook'? Not just Cook but 'my cook'. Like my personal private chef," Zoro suggests with a smirk.

"My cook..." Sanji repeats softly, a warm sensation spreading through him as a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "I like that."

Zoro's smirk widens at Sanji's response, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Good!" he says, his tone firm yet filled with affection. "Let's get another drink, my bottle is empty."

Sanji nods in agreement, his smile growing wider at the prospect of sharing another drink with Zoro. Together, they make their way over to the big table where an array of alcohol is laid out, ready for the taking. As they approach, Sanji's eyes scan the lively scene, a fondness tugging at his heart as he spots Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper playing with the children from the orphanage. The sight brings a warm smile to his lips, grateful for the joy and laughter that fills the air.

"Looks like they're having fun," Sanji remarks, his voice filled with affection as he watches the carefree antics of his crewmates.

Zoro nods in agreement, his gaze lingering on the scene before turning back to the table. "Let's find something to drink," he says, reaching for a bottle of sake.

Sanji surveys the assortment of dishes laid out on the table, his face lights up in surprise when he realizes that some of the food contains spices and ingredients with aphrodisiac properties. He can't help but chuckle softly to himself, amused by the unexpected discovery. He watches Zoro eats some oysters that are seasoned with saffron.

"You know Zoro..."

"Mhh?" Zoro asks, his mouth full of food.

Sanji feels the keys of Kei and Stan's house in his pocket and starts to blushes like crazy. He sees Zoro drinking a shot of vodka infused with ginger and decides to approaches him.

"You are eating and drinking aphrodisiacs again, stupid swordsman." Whispers Sanji in his ear.

Zoro chokes on his drink, coughing as he tries to regain his composure. His jaw drops in surprise as he turns to face Sanji, his cheeks pink at the unexpected revelation.

"Wh-what?" he splutters, his voice hoarse with disbelief.

Sanji's chuckles gently as he shows the table. "Those oysters you just ate? They're seasoned with saffron, a known aphrodisiac," he explains, his tone teasing yet playful. "And that shot of vodka you just downed? Infused with ginger, another natural aphrodisiac. Looks like you're in for quite the night, Mosshead.”

Zoro's entire face burns pretty badly at the revelation. He meets Sanji's gaze, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

"What else is aphrodisiac here?" he quips, his voice laced with amusement.

Sanji can't help but chuckle at Zoro's question, his own cheeks still tinged with a faint blush. "Well, let me see," he says, scanning the assortment of dishes laid out on the table. "There are quite a few options, actually."

He points to a platter of strawberries drizzled with chocolate. "These strawberries are a classic aphrodisiac, especially when paired with chocolate," he explains, a playful twinkle in his eye.

Next, he gestures to a bowl of figs and honey. "Figs have long been associated with love and fertility, and when paired with honey, they make for a sweet and sensual treat," he says with a grin.

Moving on, he points to a dish of asparagus wrapped in prosciutto. "Asparagus is known for its aphrodisiac properties, and when paired with salty prosciutto, it's a deliciously indulgent combination," he explains, his voice low and suggestive.

Finally, he indicates a cocktail made with champagne and strawberries. "And of course, champagne and strawberries are a classic aphrodisiac pairing. The bubbles in the champagne and the sweetness of the strawberries make for a tantalizing combination," he says, a hint of mischief in his gaze.

Zoro's eyes light up with mischief as he listens to Sanji's explanation, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Well, in that case..." he says, his voice laced with amusement as he reaches for the first platter of food. Without hesitation, he devours all the food Sanji had presented him before grabbing the bottle of champagne to drink in all at once. Sanji's eyes widen in disbelief.

"Zoro, are you nuts?"

"Why?" Zoro winks as he takes another shot of Vodka-ginger.

"All of this... You’re going to be wired for hours, not even an orgasm is going to take the edge off!" Sanji's face turns crimson as he speaks.

Zoro chuckles mischievously, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he sets down the empty bottle of champagne. "You better give me more than one orgasm then. Right, my cook?" he teases, his tone low as he puts a finger under Sanji's chin.

Sanji's breath catches in his throat at Zoro's teasing words. His heart pounds in his chest at the intimate gesture, his mind spinning with a whirlwind of emotions. Shyly, he takes a step back.

"Stop that..."

But Zoro approaches him and whispers in his ear. "You should have some too and... oh look," he says, as he uses his finger again to guide Sanji's face to something on the table. "There's tequila, I know you like tequila. Or another champagne? The bottle's in the ice." Zoro purrs in his ear and licks the shell of it, ignoring the people around them. "We can take the ice too and play with it... you said you wanted to play with ice."

Sanji tries to maintain his composure, but Zoro's proximity and the sensual promise in his words make it difficult to think straight.

"Zoro, calm down, idiot..." Sanji protests weakly, his voice barely above a whisper as he tries to resist the temptation.

Zoro's senses are ablaze with the effects of the aphrodisiac-laden feast. A potent warmth spreads through his body, setting his nerves alight with a fiery desire that refuses to be quenched. His skin tingles with hypersensitivity, every brush of fabric against his flesh sending sparks of pleasure racing through him. A throbbing ache pulses between his legs, a relentless reminder of his heightened arousal. His breath comes in ragged gasps, shallow and erratic, as he struggles to contain the overwhelming need that coils tight in his belly. His cock strains against the confines of his pants, hard and insistent, as if begging for release from the intoxicating spell that grips him.

Flushed cheeks and a glistening sheen of sweat betray his inner turmoil as he battles to maintain control. Muscles tense and twitch with each passing moment, his body reacting instinctively to the potent aphrodisiacs that course through his veins. He bites down on his lip, stifling a moan of pleasure as he fights against the overwhelming sensations that threaten to consume him whole. To distract himself, he pours a glass of ice-cold champagne, the cool liquid offering a brief respite from the blazing heat that rages within him. But even as he sips the refreshing drink, his body remains aflame with desire.

"What did your friends give you earlier?" Zoro asks, his voice husky with arousal as he closes the distance between them, pressing his body against Sanji's with a hungry urgency.

He offers a shot of tequila to the cook's lips, brushing them with the small glass. Sanji's heart races as Zoro's proximity intensifies, the heat radiating off his body only adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. He takes a shaky breath, his lips parting slightly as Zoro offers him the shot of tequila. The warm liquid invades his mouth, heats up his tongue and goes down his throat, making him hum with satisfaction.

"Just some keys..." Sanji breathes, his voice barely audible above the din of the feast.

Zoro's curiosity is piqued by Sanji's cryptic response, his mind buzzing with anticipation as he leans in closer, his breath hot against Sanji's ear.

"Keys to what, exactly?" he murmurs, his voice low and insistent.

This time, Sanji feels the soft press of chocolate-covered strawberry against his lips, a sweet indulgence that sets his pulse racing with excitement. He closes his eyes, savoring the taste of the decadent treat mingled with the intoxicating scent of Zoro's skin.

"They're keys to Kei and Stan's house," Sanji confesses, his voice trembling with desire as he struggles to focus on the conversation. "They... wanted to thank me for protecting the island. They said I could use the guest room... if I needed a place to... to relax with you..."

Sanji's words hang heavy in the air, charged with a potent mix of nerves and longing that leaves Zoro's head spinning. The promise of a private retreat with Sanji sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through him, his body responding instinctively to the prospect of intimacy and relaxation. He pulls Sanji closer, their bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace as he offers him another shot of tequila.

"Relax with me, huh?" Zoro murmurs, his voice husky with desire as he watches Sanji drink his shot. "Are you drunk, cook?"

"No, just a bit tipsy. But you... you're completely under the aphrodisiac's effects," Sanji whispers, his breath warm against Zoro's skin.

The air crackles with tension as their gazes lock, desire burning bright in their eyes as they stand on the precipice of something electric and undeniable. Zoro tightens his hold on Sanji, his pulse racing with anticipation as he leans in closer, their lips almost touching as he murmurs against Sanji's skin.

"Oh, I am," Zoro admits, his voice thick with longing. "Do you want to go to this room your amazing friends offered you?"

Sanji nods shyly, he turns his head and grab a bucket filled with ice and a closed bottle of champagne. "Can you take the tequila, Zoro? And whatever you want to grab...”

Zoro nods, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes the bottle of tequila and a couple of shot-glasses, his eyes never leaving Sanji's form as he moves to follow the cook. "Lead the way, my cook.”

Zoro's hunger for Sanji intensifies with each step they take, the potent cocktail of desire and anticipation swirling within him. As they traverse the deserted streets toward Kei and Stan's house, Zoro's desire reaches a fever pitch, fueled by the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins. He can practically taste the tantalizing promise of what's to come, his senses heightened and his body thrumming with need. Unable to contain himself any longer, Zoro seizes Sanji, pinning him against the rough stone wall of a nearby building with a hungry growl. Sanji gasps in surprise, his body responding instinctively to Zoro's primal display of desire. Their lips crash together in a fervent kiss, fueled by the heady combination of tequila and strawberries that lingers on their tongues.

Between fevered kisses, Zoro pulls back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he gazes down at Sanji with an intensity that takes the cook's breath away.

"You said you wanted to seduce me, Cook," Zoro murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire.

Sanji's cheeks flush with heat at Zoro's words, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggles to form a coherent response.

"Y-yes, I did," Sanji stammers, his voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "B-but why do you ask?"

"I said that I want you to fulfill your own desires too. Tell me them. I’m sure that right now, the perverted mind that you have wants to do dirty stuff to my body." The swordsman encourages, holding the bucket in Sanji's hand so it doesn't fall to the ground.

Sanji's mind races as he struggles to articulate his desires, his body trembling with a mix of nervousness and arousal. With Zoro's encouragement and the intoxicating effects of the alcohol, he finally finds the courage to express the dirty, precise fantasies that have been haunting his dreams.

"I...I want..." Sanji breathes, his voice shaking with desire.

"Tell me, you're safe with me," Zoro whispers against his lips, his touch electrifying.

"I want to feel your skin beneath my fingertips, slick with oil as I run my hands over every inch of your body. I want to worship you, to indulge in every inch of your perfect physique." Sanji's voice grows bolder with each word, fueled by the heady rush of desire coursing through him. "I want to squeeze those fucking perfect pecs of yours, I always stopped myself from doing it because I was afraid that you would feel treated like a woman... “

Zoro's heart pounds in his chest as he listens to Sanji's desires spill forth, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Stupid cook," Zoro teases, his voice full with desire. "My pecs are meant to be worshipped, idiot. And I want you to do it."

Sanji's cheeks flush with heat at Zoro's teasing words, but he feels liberated when he realizes his lover welcomes his desires with open arms. Encouraged by Zoro's response, he continues, his voice growing more confident with each word.

"I want to run my fingers through your hair, feeling the soft strands slip between my fingertips as I tug on them gently. I want to taste every inch of your body, to trace the lines of your scars with my tongue, to savor the salt on your skin."

Sanji's breath hitches as he continues, his words becoming more explicit with each passing moment. "I want to bury my face between your thighs, to feel you in my mouth, to taste you and drive you wild with pleasure. I don’t want to be afraid anymore of you seeing me sucking your cock...”

Sanji can feel the heat radiating off Zoro's body, the intoxicating effect of the aphrodisiac is killing him right now. He can tell that Zoro is losing it, the swordsman buries his head in the cook's neck, groaning when he smells Sanji's Cologne.

"You only sucked my cock twice, and we were in the dark, I couldn't see you, I thought you just wanted to please me..." Whispers Zoro.

"It was a bit awkward for me... and I have no idea how to do it properly, but I wanted to do it." Reassures Sanji.

Zoro's pulse quickens at the thought of Sanji's lips on him, his body trembling with anticipation.

"Please," he whispers, his voice thick with need. "Take me to this room. I can't wait any longer."

Sanji nods, his own desire burning hot and fierce as he takes Zoro's hand and leads him through the deserted streets, their bodies pressed close together in a desperate rush to find release.

Finally, they reach the library, and Sanji fumbles with the keys for a moment before unlocking the door and leading Zoro inside. The moment they step into the dimly lit interior, Zoro pins Sanji against the wall, his lips crashing down on the cook's in a desperate kiss. Sanji moans into the kiss, his body responding eagerly to Zoro's touch as he wraps his arms around the swordsman's neck, pulling him closer. Their hands roam over each other's bodies, igniting sparks of pleasure with every touch, every caress.

"Zoro... let's not damaging their place... They told me the guest room is on the last floor and we can use the bathroom too. With the battle, I think we deserve a shower first..."

"Fuck... I'm taking the Champagne and the Tequila in the bathroom." Answers Zoro, impatient.

"Go ahead, I'll just check for some stuff in the kitchen. I'll be quick." Promises Sanji with a kiss.

Zoro nods eagerly, reluctantly tearing himself away from Sanji's lips as he heads towards the bathroom, the anticipation of what's to come fueling his every step. Sanji watches him go, his heart pounding with excitement as he quickly makes his way to the kitchen to grab what he wants. He finds limes and salt and cuts the lime before climbing the stairs to discover the guest room.

He opens the door and the soft light illuminating the space, Sanji takes a moment to survey the room. It's cozy yet spacious, with a large bed draped in plush blankets and pillows, inviting them to relax and unwind. A small table sits in one corner, adorned with a vase of fresh flowers, adding a touch of elegance to the room. Sanji sets the limes and salt on the table before moving to the bathroom door, where he can hear the sound of the champagne cork. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what's to come, before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

Sanji enters the bathroom, greeted by the sight of Zoro holding two glasses of champagne, a warm smile gracing his lips. The steam from the shower envelops them, casting a veil of intimacy over the scene. Sanji accepts the glass, his fingers grazing against Zoro's as he takes the offering. He brings the glass to his lips, savoring the cool, effervescent liquid as he locks eyes with Zoro.

"I think I ate way too much aphrodisiac... my cock is hard as hell," Zoro whispers, his voice thick with desire.

Sanji chuckles softly, shaking his head. "I did warn you... Stupid swordsman."

"And you're drunk, Shit-cook," Zoro retorts, a teasing glint in his eye.

"Just tipsy," Sanji replies with a smirk, finishing his drink in one swift motion. "It's not even spinning."

Sanji and Zoro stand face to face, their gazes locked in a heated exchange of desire and anticipation. With a playful glint in his eye, Sanji reaches out to tug at the hem of Zoro's shirt, teasingly pulling it upwards. Zoro grins, allowing Sanji to strip him of his shirt, his muscles flexing beneath the fabric as it slides off his toned frame.

"You're taking too long, Cook," Zoro teases, as he leans closer to unbutton Sanji's dark blue shirt. He makes it slide slowly along his shoulders, dropping it to the ground.

Sanji chuckles, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Zoro's pants as he leans in to press a teasing kiss to his lips. "I'm savoring the moment," he replies, his voice laced with amusement as he pushes Zoro's pants down his hips.

Zoro smirks, his hands trailing up Sanji's sides, "Well, don't savor it too long," he murmurs, his lips brushing against Sanji's earlobe. "Or I might have to take matters into my own hands."

With a playful glint in his eye, Sanji reaches for the waistband of Zoro's boxers, slowly pulling them down to reveal his throbbing length. Zoro inhales sharply, his eyes darkening with desire as Sanji's fingers brush against his skin.

"Indeed, you are hard..." Comments Sanji with a smile, as he steps out of his own pants, standing before Zoro completely naked too.

"Yeah, blame it on the aphrodisiacs," Zoro teases. "Let's take that shower. Maybe I should take a cold one, fucking aphrodisiacs..."

"No... let's keep you warm. I'll take care of you." Whispers Sanji, his breath hot.

Sanji takes Zoro's hand and leads him into the shower. The warm water cascades over them, washing away the tension and fatigue of the battle as they stand beneath the spray, their bodies pressed close together. Zoro closes his eyes, letting the warmth of the water soothe his muscles as Sanji runs his hands over the skin of his back. Sanji lathers soap between his palms, his movements slow and deliberate as he begins to wash away the grime and sweat of battle from Zoro's body. Zoro too, runs his hands over Sanji's body, marveling at the strength and grace that lies beneath the cook's deceptively slender frame. As he looks closer, he realizes that there are no bruises marring Sanji's skin.

"You're not hurt?" Asks Zoro, surprised.

"Exoskeleton..." Sanji answers with a trembling voice, still not used to these new Germa's abilities.

He looks into Sanji's eyes, seeing the vulnerability and uncertainty lurking beneath the surface. Without a word, he pulls Sanji into a tight embrace, holding him close as if to shield him from any harm. Sanji relaxes into the embrace, the warmth of Zoro's body and the cascading water creating a cocoon of intimacy around them. Zoro's hands travel up and down Sanji's back, caressing his skin with a tenderness that belies his rough exterior.

"Zoro..."

"Yes?"

"You're my anchor," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion.

Zoro's eyes soften at Sanji's confession, his fingers tracing the lines of Sanji's jaw before capturing his lips in a searing kiss. The steam from the shower swirls around them, the heat of their bodies mingling with the warm water as they lose themselves in each other.

"Fuck, I'm so hard..."

"I bet I can make you come by barely touching you." Sanji murmurs against Zoro's lips.

"Don't underestimate me, Cook," Zoro replies.

"No Zoro, I don't think you realize yet the huge amount of aphrodisiac you ate..." Teases Sanji against is ear.

Sanji's fingers brush lightly against his cock, Zoro's body reacts with a primal urgency that he can't control. A low growl escapes his lips as his length twitches in response to the touch, the effects of the aphrodisiacs hitting him like a tidal wave.

"Shit…" Zoro breathes, his voice strained with desire as he struggles to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. "What the fuck..."

"What? Sensitive?" Asks Sanji innocently as he wraps his hand around the hard length to stroke it slowly.

Zoro's head falls back against the shower wall, his breath hitching. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body, the aphrodisiacs amplifying every sensation to an almost unbearable degree. Sanji's touch is both gentle and teasing, his movements deliberate as he explores Zoro's arousal.

"Fuck, Cook…" Zoro groans, his hips involuntarily thrusting into Sanji's hand. "You're going to make me lose it."

Sanji smirks, his eyes dark with desire as he leans in to press a trail of kisses along Zoro's neck, making him shiver. "With just my hand?" he whispers, his voice a seductive purr. "Are you that sensitive, Zoro?"

"It's the damn aphrodisiac… and you," he manages to say between ragged breaths. His muscles twitch under Sanji's touch, each caress sending electric jolts of desire through his body.

Sanji nibbles the shell of Zoro's ear while his hand moving with increasing speed and precision. "God, you are leaking so much, my hand slips so easily on your cock..." he murmurs, watching the swordsman's reactions with amusement. "This is fun... I'm barely touching you, and you are about to come like a virgin."

"S-shut up!" Zoro growls, his voice laced with desperation.

"You tried to play the tough guy by provoking me with all the aphrodisiacs you ate? Look at you now..." Sanji taunts as his grip becomes firm and fast around Zoro's cock, stroking him mercilessly.

"Cook, please..." Zoro groans, his voice strained. "I'm really gonna come... I don't want to come yet... stop..."

Sanji slows his movements, feeling generous, "Not yet, huh? What do you want, Zoro? Tell me."

"Let's just go in the room and have sex all night." he answers with a raw voice before he captures Sanji lips in a hot kiss.

Sanji pulls back slightly, his eyes blazing with determination and desire. "Go in the room, relax on the bed, take another drink of champagne. I'll be right behind you. I'll take care of you tonight, my love," he whispers with a confidence Zoro has never seen in him before.

Zoro grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist before heading toward the room, his anticipation growing with each step. Sanji watches him go, a smile playing on his lips as he turns off the shower. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts and compose himself.

"Come on, Sanji, confidence. You got this. He told you that you are safe with him. Do what you want to do," Sanji whispers to himself.

He grabs the tequila and takes a swig directly from the bottle, feeling the alcohol's warm rush of inhibition. He dries himself quickly, then opens the cabinet as Kei and Stan had instructed. Finding lube and massage oil, Sanji smiles, his mind racing with possibilities. Sanji makes his way to the bedroom, his heart pounding with anticipation as he imagines the pleasure he'll bring to Zoro. As he enters the room, he finds Zoro reclining on the bed, a glass of champagne in hand.

"How's the bed?" Sanji asks.

"Comfy," Zoro replies with a smirk.

Sanji falls onto the bed next to Zoro, as naked as he is. The swordsman can’t help but smile.

"You seem less stressed about expressing yourself," Zoro observes, a playful glint in his eye.

"Alcohol," Sanji admits with a sheepish grin.

Zoro chuckles softly, reaching out to run his fingers through Sanji's hair. "Well, whatever helps you loosen up, Cook."

Sanji leans into the touch, a warmth spreading through him at the simple gesture of affection. He takes a sip of champagne from Zoro's glass, feeling the bubbles tickle his throat. He sets the glass aside and looks at Zoro with a mixture of desire and determination.

"Ever tried tequila with salt and lemon?" Sanji asks with a mischievous smirk.

"No, what's that all about?" Zoro replies, intrigued.

Sanji's smirk widens as he watches Zoro's curious expression. "It's a little game," he explains. "Let me show you."

He picks up a lime wedge from the table and offers it to Zoro, then grabs a pinch of salt. With a playful glint in his eye, Sanji leans in close to Zoro, his breath warm against the swordsman's skin. He sprinkles a bit of salt onto Zoro's sweaty neck, the grains clinging to him.

"Now, take a sip of tequila but hold it in your mouth," Sanji instructs, his voice low and filled with desire.

Zoro follows his lead, anticipation thrumming through him as he complies. Sanji moves even closer, brushing his lips against Zoro's neck to lick the salt. Zoro shivers at the sensation, a jolt of excitement running through him as Sanji's tongue trails over his skin. Then, unexpectedly, Sanji kisses Zoro, their mouths meeting in a heated rush. Zoro gasps in surprise as he feels Sanji's tongue slip into his mouth, the sharp tang of salt mixing with the fiery warmth of the tequila. Sanji doesn't hesitate to deepen the kiss, transferring the tequila into his mouth before swallowing it. Pulling away with a devilish grin, Sanji bites into the lime wedge he had given Zoro. The sight of Zoro's flushed face fills Sanji with pride.

"Oh shit…" Zoro breathes, clearly turned on by the unexpected thrill.

Sanji laughs at his reaction. "Wanna try it on me?" Zoro nods, overexcited. "You can put the salt wherever you want on me, as long as you lick it." Continues Sanji while he pulls his tongue, amused.

Zoro's eyes gleam with anticipation at Sanji's suggestion, his thoughts racing with excitement as he gazes hungrily at the cook. Without hesitation, he grabs the salt shaker and sprinkles a small amount onto Sanji's chest. In the dim light of the room, the grains glisten against Sanji's skin while he holds a sip of tequila in his mouth without swallowing. Zoro leans in closer, his lips brushing over Sanji's chest as he licks the salt, eliciting a shiver from the cook. The sensation sends a thrill coursing through Sanji as Zoro's tongue dances over his skin.

With a surge of boldness, Zoro presses his lips to Sanji's, their mouths meeting in a fiery kiss that sends sparks flying between them. Sanji moans softly into the kiss, his body arching against Zoro's as the swordsman's tongue slips into his mouth, tasting the tequila Sanji had prepared. A trickle of liquid escapes their lips, tracing along Sanji's jaw. Zoro feels a rush of heat flood through him, desire burning bright and fierce as he swallows the tequila, savoring the taste of Sanji on his lips. Sanji holds up the lime wedge with a teasing glint in his eyes, offering it to Zoro who eagerly bites down, the tangy juices flooding his mouth.

Once again, Sanji laughs softly. "Did you enjoy that?" he asks with a gentle smile.

Zoro's chest rises and falls with excitement as he gazes at Sanji, his eyes brimming with anticipation and desire. He nods eagerly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to steady himself.

"Yeah, I liked it," Zoro answers with a husky tone, arousal evident in his voice as he locks eyes with Sanji. "Do you have any more surprises like that?"

Sanji starts to blushes at Zoro's question. “Well…”

If you want to be perky and flirty and sweet and stupidly romantic with me, go for it. I want you to fulfill your own desires too. If you want to do special stuff in bed, just say it.

Zoro's curiosity is piqued, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches Sanji with interest. "What is it?"

"Are you okay if I blindfold you? I don't want to play your BDSM card, that's your thing, Mosshead. It’s more of a sensory experience." Sanji admits, even more shy. "Which is good with all the aphrodisiacs you’ve eaten, you’re gonna like it a lot I think."

Zoro's curiosity turns into intrigue, a smirk playing on his lips as he considers Sanji's proposal. He can see the shyness in Sanji's eyes, but also the excitement and desire.

"Well, if it's for a sensory experience..." Zoro trails off, his voice low and suggestive. "I'm game. Blindfold away, Cook."

Sanji's blush deepens, but he smiles, relieved and excited by Zoro's agreement. He looks around and spots his tie. Moving closer to Zoro, his hands tremble slightly with anticipation as he secures the tie around Zoro's eyes, ensuring it's snug yet comfortable.

"Can you see anything?" Sanji asks softly, his voice tinged with both nervousness and anticipation as he checks the blindfold.

"No, nothing," Zoro replies, his other senses already heightened in the absence of sight.

"No haki, huh?" Sanji teases with a smile.

"No haki," Zoro confirms.

Sanji places a glass of champagne in Zoro's hand, taking a sip from the same glass before gently guiding Zoro to lie back on the bed. He settles onto Zoro's lap, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. A surge of affection and desire courses through him, fueling his determination to make this experience unforgettable for both of them.

"Seduce, Sanji. Seduce.

"Alright," Sanji murmurs, his voice a blend of nerves and excitement. "I'll do my best to take care of this sexy body of yours.”

"Oh, so I have a sexy body?" Zoro teases, knowing he can rile Sanji up.

Sanji chuckles softly, emboldened by Zoro's playful banter. "A hypersensitive sexy body, full of aphrodisiacs," he replies with a hint of mischief, his voice laced with desire.

Zoro shifts beneath him, the anticipation palpable even without sight. "Then, what are you going to do with it, Cook?" he asks, his tone a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.

Sanji smiles, he picks up the bottle of massage oil. He rubs the oil between his palms, letting the warmth spread before leaning over Zoro. His breath mingles with the rich scent of the oil as he begins at Zoro's throat, his fingers gliding over the tense muscles, skillfully working the oil into his skin with a firm yet gentle touch. The alcohol and Zoro's trust embolden Sanji, fueling a surge of confidence that resonates in every caress. Moving with practiced ease, Sanji's fingers trace down Zoro's neck, kneading away the tension. Zoro releases a low, appreciative groan, his body yielding to Sanji's touch. Encouraged, Sanji continues, his hands traveling over Zoro's broad shoulders and along his collarbone, spreading the soothing warmth of the oil across his skin.

Sanji's touch is deliberate and tender, his fingers tracing the contours of Zoro's muscles with precision, seeking out and easing the knots from the day's battles. As his hands glide lower, Sanji massages Zoro's chest, feeling the strength of his pectoral muscles beneath his fingertips. Zoro's breaths deepen into slow, contented sighs of pleasure, his body responding eagerly to Sanji's skilled ministrations.

"Feels good?" Sanji murmurs softly, his voice a seductive whisper in the quiet room.

"Yeah," Zoro replies huskily, his voice thick with arousal and satisfaction, his body relaxed and pliant under Sanji's touch.

Sanji's desire intensifies as his fingers lingering on Zoro's chest, his face is now red like beets. The thought of squeezing those strong, inviting pecs fills his mind with a tantalizing urge.

I want to squeeze them... I want to squeeze his pecs...

Sanji leans in closer, his breath quickening with desire as he succumbs to the temptation. With a boldness born of desire and trust, he gently presses his palms against Zoro's pectoral muscles, feeling their firmness beneath his touch. He kneads them with increasing confidence, savoring the sensation of Zoro's warmth and strength beneath his hands. Zoro's response is immediate, a playful chuckle escaping his lips.

"Press harder, Cook," Zoro encourages, “Enjoy yourself.”

Encouraged, Sanji squeezes harder, his hands kneading the firm flesh with deliberate intent. He feels a flow of blood rushing in his lower belly. He massages the muscles as he swallows with difficulty.

So firm, so soft... Because it’s Zoro it’s even better than br... Fuck I'm so turn on...

Sanji continues to massage Zoro's chest, his fingers digging into the muscles with a mix of strength and care. He can feel Zoro's heart pounding beneath his touch, the steady rhythm a testament to the swordsman's desire. He brushes every little scars carefully with his fingers before passing a finger along the long scar that separates Zoro’s upper body in two, making him shake and moan. The sensitivity of the scarred tissue sends waves of pleasure coursing through Zoro's body, his muscles twitching in response to Sanji's gentle yet firm caresses.

"You're so sensitive here," Sanji whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and desire. He leans in closer, his breath warm against Zoro's skin as he brushes his lips along the length of the scar. The sensation is electric, making Zoro gasp and arch his back, his body craving more of Sanji's touch.

"Cook..." Zoro groans, his voice raw with need.

Sanji continues to massage Zoro's chest with one hand while the other explores the lower body, tracing the hard abdominal. His fingers press against the defined muscles, each touch deliberate and calculated to provide maximum pleasure.

"Your body is insane, Zoro... You're so hot."

Zoro's breath stops at Sanji's words, and a flush spreads across his cheeks despite the blindfold. The praise from Sanji, delivered with such genuine admiration, sends a thrill through him that he can't contain.

"Someone is blushing." Sanji teases.

Zoro's cheeks heated up even more, feeling exposed under Sanji's attentive touch and the genuine admiration in his voice. It stirred something deep within him—a mixture of pleasure and bashfulness that rarely surfaced.

"Shut up, Cook," Zoro replied, his tone half-hearted as he tried to hide his embarrassment.

Sanji pouted playfully at Zoro's response, his hands moving with deliberate intent as they glided back down Zoro's body. His touch became more sensual, more purposeful, until he wrapped his fingers around Zoro's cock. The oil slicked their movements, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through Zoro's hypersensitive body. Coupled with the blindfold and the aphrodisiacs, every sensation was intensified, making Zoro moan deeply.

"Oh damn... Cook..." Zoro groaned, his voice thick with desire and need.

Sanji watches Zoro's reaction with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. He stroked Zoro's length with increasing confidence, his movements smooth and calculated to elicit the most intense responses to the man beneath him. Zoro's head spins with the intensity of the heat inside his body.

"Sanji... fuck... I'm close," Zoro gasps, his voice strained with desire as he feels the familiar tightening in his groin.

"Again? Already?" Teases Sanji.

Sanji smiles, his own desire burning bright as he continues to stroke Zoro's cock with skillful precision. He can feel the tension building in Zoro's body, the telltale signs that he's on the brink of release. But before he can come, Sanji abruptly stops, eliciting a frustrated cry from the swordsman.

"Why did you stop?"

"I told you it's a sensory experience. I'm not done yet."

Zoro's protest dies on his lips as Sanji's mouth captures his and quickly he feels tequila coming into his mouth and running down his throat. The advantage of being blindfolded is that we don’t know what’s going to happen to us.

Sanji's lips blaze a trail of heat across Zoro's skin, exploring every inch with fervent desire. His hands are skilled and demanding, leaving trails of fire with each caress. Zoro surrenders to the intoxicating mix of alcohol and Sanji's touch, his body responding eagerly to the sensation of fingers tracing patterns of pleasure over his heated skin. The kiss deepens, pulling Zoro into a vortex of desire. He moans softly, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from every touch. When Sanji breaks the kiss, Zoro's breath hitches in anticipation, but Sanji's lips continue their journey downward, leaving Zoro trembling with need.

"You're burning up, Zoro," Sanji murmurs against his skin, tongue tracing the line of his throat. "All sweaty and slick with oil... so sexy. Did you really have to indulge in all those aphrodisiacs, you foolish Mosshead..." A shiver runs down Zoro's spine as Sanji nibbles on his neck. "Let's cool you down a bit.”

Sanji reaches for a bucket of ice and a bottle of champagne, and Zoro can't help but wonder what delicious torment the cook has in mind. His senses are heightened, every sensation amplified to an exquisite degree.

Suddenly, Zoro feels the shock of ice against his lips, a sudden burst of sensation that sends waves of pleasure through him. He gasps, lips closing around the ice as Sanji teases him with deliberate movements. The ice melts slowly, cold liquid trickling down his throat, sending delightful shivers coursing through his body.

"You're enjoying this ice play, aren't you, Cook," Zoro breathes, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

"Shhh... Just let go," Sanji murmurs, placing another ice cube between his teeth before teasingly kissing Zoro's sensitive neck, the ice sending delicious chills across his skin.

"Fuck..." Zoro breathes, overwhelmed by the sensations cascading over him, a blend of cold and heat that only Sanji could orchestrate with such erotic finesse.

Sanji's touch is slow and deliberate as he explores every inch of Zoro's body with the ice cube held gently between his teeth. Starting at the base of Zoro's neck, he trails icy kisses along the sensitive skin, each touch sending shivers of pleasure racing down Zoro's spine. The contrast between the cold ice and the warmth of his skin creates an exhilarating sensation, intoxicating in its intensity.

Moving lower, Sanji brushes the ice over Zoro's chest, watching goosebumps form on the muscles beneath his touch. He circles teasingly around Zoro's nipples before finally making contact. Zoro gasps sharply as the coldness of the ice meets his sensitive skin, sending sparks of pleasure dancing along his nerves. Then, despite his shyness to act, Sanji leans in closer, his darts his icy tongue to press it against Zoro's nipple, to lick it gently for the first time. The unique sensation elicits a primal groan from Zoro's lips.

Oh gods, it's so hot... I wanna fuck him, I wanna fuck him so bad.

Sanji continues his exploration, his touch both gentle and firm as he sucks and licks on Zoro's nipples, the coldness of his tongue against Zoro's hypersensitive skin driving him wild with need. Zoro's moans grow louder, his body trembling with pleasure as he loses himself in the sensations Sanji is creating.

"Cook... it's too much," Zoro whines, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him.

Sanji smiles, his eyes sparkling with desire as he moves further down, tracing circles around Zoro's navel and teasing the sensitive skin of his abs. He watches Zoro's muscles tense and twitch under his touch, the anticipation and arousal evident in every movement. Taking another ice cube in his mouth, Sanji lets it melt against his tongue before wrapping his lips around Zoro's cock. The shock of cold against Zoro's heated flesh elicits a loud gasp from him, his back arching off the bed as Sanji begins to suck and lick him, still showing a hint of inexperience in his movements.

The combination of the ice and Sanji's mouth drives Zoro to the edge of madness. He moans uncontrollably, his voice echoing in the room as he surrenders completely to the pleasure. Sanji's movements are deliberate, his tongue alternating between hot and cold, tracing patterns of ecstasy along Zoro's length as he brings him closer and closer to the peak.

"Ooooh... fuck, that feels incredible," Zoro gasps, his desire palpable in every word. "Please, don't stop..."

Encouraged by Zoro's urgent pleas, Sanji's confidence swells. He's determined to bring Zoro to the brink, to see him unravel in the throes of ecstasy. Zoro's cries grow louder, his hips rocking in sync with Sanji's skilled mouth.

"I'm gonna come... I'm really gonna come..." Zoro moans, his body trembling with anticipation.

"It's okay, you can come." Whispers Sanji with a reassuring voice.

But just as Zoro is about to reach his peak, a fleeting worry crosses his mind. "Not in your m—oh, fuck!" he exclaims as Sanji takes him deeper, the lingering cold of the ice cube adding a new layer of intensity.

Sanji hesitates for a moment, conflicted, but then surrenders to the moment completely. Zoro's cries of pleasure spur him on, emboldening him to continue with renewed fervor. He savors the taste of Zoro's salty skin melding with the lingering chill of the ice, a heady combination that heightens his own arousal. With a strangled cry of pleasure, Zoro finally lets go. His hips thrust forward uncontrollably as he spills himself into Sanji's eager mouth.

Sanji swallows every drop, relishing the taste of Zoro on his tongue. Despite his initial reservations, he finds himself enjoying the intimate act, overwhelmed by the connection and desire between them. As the last tremors of pleasure fade away, Zoro collapses onto the bed, his body humming with satisfaction. He feels weightless, floating on a cloud of euphoria, his mind consumed by the intensity of their shared experience as he basks in the afterglow of release.

"Sanji you okay... ?" Zoro whispers, his voice filled of concern as he takes off the blindfold to see Sanji wiping his mouth.

"Yeah, it's not that bad." Sanji smiles to reassure him.

Zoro's cheeks flush with embarrassment at Sanji's casual response, but he can't suppress a smile at the cook's attempt to lighten the mood. He reaches out, brushing a stray hair from Sanji's face with a tender touch. Sanji's smile widens before he gazes down, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Zoro... you're still hard..."

Zoro meets Sanji's gaze, exhaling heavily as he feels his body's heightened sensitivity and his erection unabated. Sanji grabs a bottle of champagne, pouring himself a glass, feeling the warmth spreading through him as the alcohol begins to take effect. Though not drunk, a pleasant numbness settles in his head. Sanji's smile turns mischievous as he observes Zoro's predicament, the sight of the swordsman's arousal reigniting a fresh wave of desire within him. Setting the glass aside, he leans closer to Zoro.

"Why did I eat all that shit?" Zoro mutters in frustration, more to himself than to Sanji.

Sanji's eyes darken with lust as he stares at Zoro's throbbing cock. He licks his lips, a playful glint in his eye as he contemplates how to satisfy the swordsman.

"Well, looks like I'll just have to fuck you again and again until you can't come anymore," Sanji whispers, his voice thick with desire for his lover.

Since entering the room, Sanji has been taking care to Zoro like never before. Despite not consuming aphrodisiacs himself, the desire to express his long-held desires and to touch Zoro as he's always craved excites the cook immensely.

"Damn... I've never been this turned on in my life, Zoro..."

"I can see that. Maybe you should express more of what you want instead of always aiming to please," Zoro teases, closing the distance between them to capture Sanji's lips in a hungry kiss. He tastes a blend of flavors—tequila, champagne, his own semen, salt, and lime—on his tongue, relishing in the intoxicating mix of sensations.

"I can't help it; I love to please people," Sanji whispers between fervent kisses.

"Then please the most important man in this world: yourself," Zoro responds, lying back and pulling Sanji on top of him without breaking their kiss.

"Zoro..."

"C'mon, Cook, fuck me as much as you want... I'm dying with all these aphrodisiacs..."

Zoro's kisses are fierce and demanding, his tongue exploring Sanji's mouth with a fervor that matches his own. Sanji's hands roam over Zoro's body, savoring the feel of his muscles beneath his fingertips, the heat of his skin a testament to the burning desire within him.

Sanji pulls back just enough to look into Zoro's eyes, his gaze filled with lust and determination. "Can you turn on your stomach?"

Zoro chuckles at Sanji's request, a teasing glint in his eye. "What, you want a better view, Cook?" he quips, his voice laced with playful sarcasm.

Sanji smirks, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Zoro's chest. "Something like that. Now, turn over, Mosshead."

With a dramatic sigh, Zoro complies, rolling onto his stomach. The new position highlights the powerful muscles of his back, and Sanji takes a moment to appreciate the view. Reaching for the bucket of ice again, Sanji retrieves a fresh cube, feeling the coolness against his fingertips as he leans over Zoro.

Sanji starts at the nape of Zoro's neck, trailing the ice cube slowly down his spine. Zoro shivers at the sensation, his body tensing momentarily before relaxing into the cool touch. The ice glides smoothly over Zoro's skin, leaving a wet trail in its wake. As it melts, the contrast between the cold ice and the warmth of Sanji's breath creates a tantalizing mix of sensations.

"You're surprisingly sweet tonight, Cook," Zoro murmurs, his voice muffled slightly by the pillow. "Sensual, even. Relaxed. Loving. Flirty."

Sanji continues to trace the ice cube along Zoro's spine, taking his time to explore every curve and contour. When the ice reaches the small of Zoro's back, Sanji replaces it with his lips, kissing a path back up to Zoro's shoulders. The combination of cold and warmth has Zoro moaning softly, his body arching into Sanji's touch.

"What happened in your head to make you act like that tonight?" Zoro asks between sighs.

"I..." Sanji begins, lying on Zoro, resting his head between his shoulder blades. "I'm tired of feeling negative emotions whenever it comes to you. Should I treat you like this? Should I tell you this? If I’m flirting with you, will you feel bad? I just want to be with you the way I see myself as a lover, a partner... I confess, I drank a little alcohol tonight, not just a little... I’m not drunk, but I know I’m uninhibited enough to... not hesitate to do what I want to do to you.”

Zoro listens to Sanji's words, his heart heavy with understanding and compassion. He knows all too well the weight of past trauma and how it can shape one's actions and beliefs. He feels the sincerity in Sanji's voice, the raw vulnerability beneath his words.

"Cook, what would you like to tell me now?" Zoro asks, his voice protective and curious. If Sanji is truly uninhibited, Zoro wants to hear it all.

Sanji takes a deep breath, his mind racing with all the things he's been too afraid to say out loud. He gives others kisses between his shoulder blades. Straightening, he grabs the massage oil, heating his hands with it before placing them on Zoro's perfect back. Zoro hums a moan of well-being to the touch. Sanji remembers that seduction, as advised by Robin, Jimbe, Kei, and Stan, also involves honesty and authenticity.

"I’ve always been crazy about women’s bodies, and I still am. Yet... your body is as masculine as it gets. Coming from someone else, I would never have been attracted to it. But coming from you... I can’t explain it, but I like to look at it." Sanji leans in closer, his lips brushing against Zoro's ear as he continues to speak. "I have dirty thoughts about you every damn day, Zoro. I watch you train, see the sweat glistening on your skin, and all I want is to touch you, to taste you, and have nosebleeds all day.”

"Cook..."

His hands move gently over Zoro's back, tracing patterns of heat and oil as he imagines all the things he wants to do to him. "Right now, seeing you so sweaty, so vulnerable with the aphrodisiacs in your body... I want to kiss you, to lick all your skin and enjoy your taste. I want to bite all your muscles, squeeze your goddamn pecs again and again because... fuck, that turned me on so bad earlier..."

Sanji's words are stronger than the aphrodisiacs themselves. Zoro buries his head in the pillow to hide his face, red as hell from what he's hearing. He can feel Sanji's oiled hands massaging his lower back now.

"I want to see you suck my dick every day, and I want to suck yours… I love the way you moan when I'm deep in your throat.”

"Fuck... Cook..."

"I want to fuck you as much as I want and can. All night on the Sunny, take you deep and strong. Right now, you want to know what I would like to tell you?" Sanji purrs in Zoro's ear, watching him nod into the pillow. "Knowing that you are so sensitive with the aphrodisiacs... I want to make you come again and again, until you have nothing left, until your voice is broken, until you are exhausted..."

Without warning, Sanji inserts a finger inside him, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Zoro's body.

"F-Fuck, Sanji..." Zoro gasps, his voice strained with desire as he arches into the touch.

"You're already a bit loosened up here, Zoro... the aphrodisiacs are working pretty well on your body." Sanji smirks as he immediately inserts a second finger, imposing intense back and forth motions. "I can't wait to feel you clenching around me as I fuck you senseless, but... since you are so sensitive tonight, maybe I can still be just sweet with you."

Sanji's fingers move with practiced skill, stretching and preparing Zoro for what's to come. His other hand remains gentle and attentive on Zoro's back, his touch a soothing balm to Zoro's hypersensitive skin. Zoro's breaths come in short, little moans against the pillow, his body burning, his mind numb. The sensation of his cock trapped between him and the mattress is torturous, and he knows he's leaking.

"Cook..." Zoro moans, a little desperate.

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise as he feels Zoro's inner walls tighten around his fingers, a sure sign of his impending release. He knows that Zoro is hypersensitive with the aphrodisiacs in his system, and the pleasure is likely overwhelming him.

"Zoro... are you going to come?" Sanji asks, his voice full of desire as he continues to move his fingers inside him.

Zoro nods frantically against the pillow. Sanji struggles to swallow; the thought of his lover finding release just with his fingers sends a surge of desire coursing through him. He increases the pace of his movements, earning little groans that are trapped in the pillow that Zoro is biting.

"Damn it, Zoro..." Sanji whispers, feeling a drop of sweat drip from his forehead as he withdraws his fingers.

Sanji positions himself behind Zoro, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. He aligns himself with Zoro, his breath hitching as he pushes inside slowly, savoring the tight heat that surrounds him. Both men gasp at the sensation, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their connection, the hypersensitivity of Zoro's body making him squeak at the pleasure of being filled. Sanji leans over Zoro, his chest pressed against his lover's back, his arms wrapping around Zoro's shoulders in a possessive embrace. He begins to move, each thrust slow and deliberate, his lips brushing against Zoro's ear as he murmurs words of love and desire.

"God, you feel so good, Zoro," Sanji breathes, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I love being inside you, holding you like this. You’re everything to me."

Zoro moans, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him as he surrenders to the pleasure and the aphrodisiacs coursing through his body. "Sanji... fuck... don't stop... feels so good..."

Sanji's movements become more confident and rhythmic, his hips driving into Zoro with a mix of tenderness and passion. He can feel every quiver of Zoro's body, every moan and gasp that escapes his lips. The sensation of Zoro's hypersensitive body reacting to his every touch drives Sanji wild with desire.

"You're so tight, Zoro... so perfect," Sanji whispers against Zoro's ear, his breath hot and ragged. "I could stay like this forever."

Zoro's moans grow louder, his body trembling with pleasure. He grips the sheets tighter, his knuckles white as he rides the waves of sensation crashing over him. The combination of Sanji's deep, deliberate thrusts and the lingering effects of the aphrodisiacs are pushing him to the brink of ecstasy.

"Sanji... fuck... I'm close again..." Zoro implores, his head buried in the pillow, while he can no longer swallow because of his moans.

Sanji quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent and powerful. He can feel his own release building, the pressure mounting with each movement. His hands slide down Zoro's sides, gripping his hips as he drives deeper, the sound of their wet bodies colliding filling the room.

"Come for me, my love," Sanji growls, his voice filled with lust and determination. "I want to feel you come around me."

With a cry muffled by the pillow, Zoro's body tenses, his orgasm ripping through him with a force that leaves him breathless. He spills on the sheets beneath him, his cum spilling out thickly, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release. The sensation of Zoro's tight walls clenching around him sends Sanji over the edge, his own orgasm crashing through him as he empties himself inside his lover, moaning deeply as he bites Zoro's neck.

Sanji's body shudders with the force of his release, his breath hot and uneven against Zoro's neck. The sensation of being so deeply connected, both physically and emotionally, leaves them both trembling with aftershocks. Sanji holds Zoro tightly, his heart pounding against Zoro's back as they ride out the waves of their shared climax. As they come down from the heights of their pleasure, Sanji plants gentle kisses along Zoro's neck and shoulders, his touch tender and loving. He slowly withdraws from Zoro, their bodies still buzzing with the lingering effects of their intense encounter. Sanji notices his own cum dripping onto Zoro’s thighs, the sight so intensely erotic it triggers a nosebleed.

Zoro chuckles weakly, turning his head to look at Sanji. "You alright there, Cook? Looks like you're about to pass out."

Sanji quickly pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to stem the flow of blood. "Damn it," he mutters, his face turning crimson with embarrassment. "It's just... you look so fucking hot, and I can't handle it."

Zoro smirks, reaching up to gently wipe the blood away with his thumb. "You're so adorable when you get a nosebleed from me," he teases, his voice soft and affectionate. "Guess I really must be something."

Sanji laughs, the sound a mix of relief and amusement. "Yeah, you are," he admits, leaning in to kiss Zoro's lips tenderly. "Hey... do you think... you can do it... one more time?" Sanji blushes, too shy to establish eye contact with Zoro.

Zoro's eyes widen slightly at Sanji's request, a mixture of surprise and admiration playing across his features. Despite the exhaustion evident in his body, there's a spark of desire that hasn't quite burned out yet, fueled by the lingering effects of the aphrodisiacs.

"One more time, huh?" Zoro murmurs, his voice a low, throaty rumble. He reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair from Sanji's face, his thumb tracing the curve of his cheek. "Something's really got you tonight, you're so sweet."

Sanji's blush deepens, his eyes finally meeting Zoro's. "I'm just... giving you what you've always given me since we’ve been together."

Sanji leans in to kiss Zoro deeply, their lips melding together in a slow, sensual dance. He takes his time, savoring the taste of Zoro's mouth, the feel of his lips moving against his own. Breaking the kiss, Sanji trails his lips down Zoro's neck, planting gentle kisses along the sensitive, sweaty skin.

"I don't understand, Cook. What do you mean?" Zoro asks.

Sanji's hands move with deliberate slowness, caressing every inch of Zoro's upper body, committing every curve, scar, and muscle to memory.

"I'm a mess since Whole Cake Island, even worse since Wano... I cry almost every day, I have nightmares all night... I don't recognize myself anymore. I stutter, I doubt, I'm afraid but you’re... patient, gentle, and you protect me. I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine tonight." Sanji confesses, gently kissing the scar on Zoro's chest.

Zoro listens intently, his heart swelling with love and tenderness for the man lying beside him. Sanji's vulnerability and honesty touch him deeply, reminding him of the strength and resilience that lies beneath the surface.

"Cook..." Zoro murmurs, his voice filled with emotion. "You won't be a mess forever. You're doing great to heal yourself. So I'm not worried. Don't be sweet only for me; just be sweet because that's who you are, okay?"

Sanji nods before claiming another kiss. Slowly, his length hardens again. He places a hand in Zoro's hair as he slips his tongue into his lover’s mouth. They cuddle like that for minutes until their bodies are covered with goosebumps.

Sanji shifts, positioning himself between Zoro's legs. He takes a moment to admire the view, his heart racing with anticipation. Slowly, he enters Zoro again, both of them gasping at the familiar sensation. His cock goes in easily, the remnants of his previous orgasm acting as a lubricant. He can feel Zoro's legs shaking around his waist, and his cheeks flush a deep red.

"Zoro... you're so handsome, my love."

Sanji's words wash over him like a soothing balm, filling him with a sense of comfort and reassurance. He wraps his arms around Sanji's neck, pulling him closer as their bodies move together in perfect harmony.

"You're pretty handsome yourself, Cook," Zoro replies with a smirk, his voice husky with desire. "And you're so good to me... always taking care of me, even when I'm a stubborn idiot."

Sanji chuckles softly, his movements becoming more confident as he finds his rhythm. He leans down to capture Zoro's lips in a passionate kiss, their mouths moving together in a symphony of desire and longing. Sanji makes love slowly this time, his thrusts are tender. He doesn't want to fuck, he wants to share a precious moment. He focuses on the sensation of being inside Zoro, the warmth and tightness enveloping him like a cocoon of pleasure. His hands roam over Zoro's body, they stop on his pecs and once again he squeezes them both.

Zoro chuckles at Sanji's touch, a warm smile spreading across his face. "You can't stop doing that now!" he teases, his voice filled with affection.

Sanji's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but he can't help but grin. "Worst... I don't want to stop! I love them!" he admits, his voice laced with honesty. "Can't help it, Mosshead," he adds with a sheepish grin. "Your pecs are just too damn irresistible."

Zoro laughs, his heart swelling with warmth at Sanji's playful confession. "I guess I better stay in shape then," he says with a smirk, enjoying the way Sanji's eyes light up at the thought.

As their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, Sanji's touches became tender and loving, exploring every inch of Zoro's form with his hands and lips, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. When he reached Zoro's throbbing member, he paused, his fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin.

"Aren't you too sensitive?" Sanji asked softly, his voice filled with concern after all Zoro’s orgasms. "Your tip is very red..."

"A little bit... But I still want you to touch me."

Sanji reached for the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into his hand before gently stroking Zoro's length. Zoro gasped at the touch, his hips instinctively rocking into Sanji's hand. The coolness of the lube soothed the hypersensitive skin, easing the lingering discomfort from his previous orgasms. Sanji continued to stroke him with slow, deliberate movements, his touch gentle and loving as he rocked his hips in time with their shared rhythm.

"Better?" Sanji asked.

Zoro moaned softly, his body trembling with pleasure as Sanji's fingers worked their magic.

"Cook... I'm not gonna lie, it's undeniably the best sex I've ever had," he confessed, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck.

"Of course it is, stupid swordsman! Told you I was good in bed," Sanji replied with pride, making Zoro chuckle.

With a satisfied smirk, Sanji continued to stroke his lover's cock. He leaned in closer, capturing Zoro's lips in a passionate kiss and started to rock his hips more intensely, burning Zoro from the inside. With renewed determination, he increased the pace of his movements, his strokes becoming more intense and purposeful as he worked to bring Zoro to one final, mind-blowing orgasm.

Zoro's moans grew louder, his wet body trembling against Sanji's. He clutched at Sanji's shoulders, his nails digging into the skin as he rode the waves of ecstasy crashing over him. Sanji's own arousal built with each passing moment, his desire for Zoro reaching new heights as he watched his lover succumb to pleasure.

"You're so beautiful, my love."

"I'm not gonna last long, Cook... It's too much..."

"Just hold on a minute, Zoro, just one minute, let me enjoy your face when you come. I'm close too..." Sanji whispered against his lips.

Sanji's words sent a shiver of pleasure down Zoro's spine, his body trembling with anticipation as he clung to his lover's words. With each stroke of Sanji's hand and every thrust, the pleasure built to an unbearable intensity, everywhere tickling, burning, too sensitive...

"Sanji, please..." Zoro whines, unable to suppress his moans any longer.

Feeling Zoro's plea, Sanji responded with urgency and tenderness. He increased the pace of his movements, his hand and hips working in perfect synchronization. Zoro's body trembled with the intensity of sensation. With a strangled cry of pleasure, Zoro came one last time, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. There wasn’t much pouring into Sanji’s waiting hand, but the intensity was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. His whole body burned from the inside and he saw stars.

Sanji held him close as he followed, releasing deep inside his lover with a low moan. He let himself lie down on Zoro, pulling him close. Sanji held Zoro tightly, their bodies pressed together in a sweaty, trembling embrace. His heart pounded in his chest, echoing the rhythm of Zoro's own rapid heartbeat. They lay there together, tangled in a mess of limbs, basking in the afterglow of their intense connection.

"Zoro..." Sanji whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you."

Zoro buries his hand in Sanji's wet blond hair, a soft smile spreading across his face. "I love you too, Cook."

"We should clean ourselves..." Sanji murmurs, the reality of their surroundings starting to sink in.

"Or burn this room... we've defiled it... your poor friends, they'll never let someone sleep here again," Zoro jokes with a chuckle.

Sanji bursts out laughing, the sound vibrating against Zoro's chest. "Yeah, I think you're right. Burning the room might be the only solution after what we've done in here."

"The thing is... I can't really stand up, Cook... I'm way too dead..." Zoro admits sheepishly. "I swear... I'll never eat aphrodisiacs again..."

Sanji chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to Zoro's forehead. "No worries, Mosshead. I'm perfectly fine carrying you out of here if I have to. And as for the aphrodisiacs... well, maybe next time listen to me before eating enough for ten people."

"If you try to carry me, I swear to whatever god you believe in, I'll cut you before morning," Zoro half-threatens, half-teases.

"Alright, alright, no carrying," Sanji concedes with a grin. "But seriously, let's go clean up. And I should change the sheets too... Stay put, I'll prepare a bath."

Sanji manages to muster some strength to stand, though his legs are still a bit shaky from their passionate night. Zoro, meanwhile, grabs the bottle of Champagne and finishes it off, insisting there's no way he's letting expensive booze go to waste. Sanji smiles at the sight, moving to the bathroom to prepare a hot bath, hoping Kei and Stan won't be too shocked by the state of the room.

While Sanji attends to the bath, Zoro takes a moment to survey the aftermath of their passionate encounter. His eyes drift over the tangled sheets and discarded clothing, feeling a wave of content exhaustion wash over him. The combination of battle, feast, aphrodisiacs, and their night together has taken its toll. Unbeknownst to him, Sanji returns quietly, moved by the sight of Zoro already dozing off.

With tenderness, Sanji takes the opportunity to clean Zoro's body with care, changing the sheets before gently lying down beside him. He pulls Zoro close, enveloping him in a tender embrace, relishing the quiet intimacy between them. As they drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, they know that despite whatever challenges tomorrow may bring, they'll face them together. As nakama, as rivals, as best friends, and as lovers, their bond is stronger than ever, anchored by the deep love they share.

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The sun streams through the galley windows of the Thousand Sunny, casting a warm glow on the bustling kitchen. Sanji moves with practiced grace, slicing vegetables, stirring pots, and occasionally humming a tune, easy to understand what he did last night. As he prepares lunch for the crew, his mind drifts back to the morning's departure from the island, replaying the heartfelt farewell with Kei and Stan.

Sanji and Zoro stand side by side on the dock, the rest of the crew busy with preparations to set sail. Kei and Stan, the couple who had hosted them, approach with wide smiles and tearful eyes.

Kei, a petite man with bright eyes and a perpetual smile, steps forward first. "Sanji," he begins, his voice warm and emotional, "it has been an absolute pleasure having you here. Your cooking brought so much joy to our home."

Sanji smiles, feeling a lump form in his throat. "The pleasure was all mine, Kei. You and Stan were incredible hosts."

Stan, a tall and broad-shouldered man with a gentle demeanor, hands Sanji a beautifully wrapped package. "We wanted to give you something as a token of our appreciation," he says, his voice deep and sincere. "You've made such a difference in our lives, and we wanted you to have this."

Sanji takes the package, his eyes widening with curiosity and gratitude. "You didn't have to do this," he says, touched by their kindness.

"We wanted to," Kei insists. "Open it, please."

Sanji carefully unwraps the gift, revealing a stunning set of kitchen knives. The blades glint in the morning sun, each one engraved with delicate patterns that reflect the craftsmanship and love that went into making them. Sanji's breath catches in his throat, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of the gift.

"These are beautiful," Sanji whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I... I don't know what to say."

Stan places a reassuring hand on Sanji's shoulder. "Just promise us you'll keep working on your confidence," he says with a warm smile.

Sanji nods, his eyes misting over. "I promise," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, both of you. This means more to me than you could ever know."

Kei wipes away a tear, his smile brightening. "And remember, you and your crew are always welcome here. Consider this your home away from home."

Sanji chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. "I'll hold you to that," he says with a grin. "And I'll make sure to bring enough food for everyone next time."

As they embrace, Kei and Stan share knowing glances with Zoro, who stands by quietly, his usual stoic expression softened by the tender moment. "Take care of him, this guy loves you more than you can imagine," Stan says to Zoro, his voice filled with trust and affection.

Zoro nods, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "I will," he promises, his voice firm and sincere.

Sanji snaps back to the present, the memory leaving a warm glow in his chest. He looks down at the new set of knives on the counter, their blades still gleaming brightly. Using one of the knives, he expertly slices through a tomato, marveling at the precision and ease with which it cuts. A smile plays on his lips as he thinks about Kei and Stan's kindness, their heartfelt words, and the beautiful gift they had given him. It wasn't just the knives that touched him, but the love and gratitude behind them.

Lost in his thoughts, Sanji doesn't notice Zoro entering the kitchen. The swordsman leans against the door frame, watching Sanji with a soft, almost affectionate look.

"You aren’t cooking aphrodisiacs, are you?" Zoro asks with a smile.

Sanji turns, a grin spreading across his face at the sight of Zoro. "No, no aphrodisiacs today," he replies with a seductive smile. "Just a hearty meal to keep us going."

Zoro steps further into the kitchen, the comforting aroma of simmering dishes filling the air. He glances at the new set of knives on the counter, recognizing the craftsmanship. "Those the knives Kei and Stan gave you?"

Sanji nods, his expression softening. "Yeah, they are. They really went all out, didn’t they? I still can't believe it."

Zoro moves closer, his head coming to rest on Sanji's shoulder. "You deserve it, Cook. You've done a lot for everyone, not just here but everywhere we go. It's about time you got something back."

Sanji feels a warm flush spread through him at Zoro's words, and he turns slightly to thank Zoro, but his lips are captured by his lover's in a sudden, passionate kiss. Sanji's eyes widen momentarily before he melts into the embrace, his heart pounding against his ribs. The kiss is tender yet intense, a silent communication of love and gratitude. Zoro's hands find their way to Sanji's hips, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens. Sanji responds eagerly, his own hands moving up to tangle in Zoro's green hair. The world around them fades, leaving just the two of them, wrapped in each other's warmth. After what feels like an eternity, they finally break apart, both of them breathless and flushed. Sanji rests his forehead against Zoro's, his eyes closed as he savors the moment.

"I'll come nap with you this afternoon," Sanji whispers softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "We can sunbathe a bit."

Zoro smiles, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Sounds perfect," he murmurs, his hand caressing Sanji's back in a gentle, soothing motion.

Sanji hums contentedly, his fingers holding his knife again to chop vegetables. "I can't wait," he admits.

"Call us for lunch, I'm going to train a little before." Zoro says as he releases Sanji from his embrace.

"You are going to eat all sweaty and stinky? You are a barbarian, Mosshead." Sanji teases.

Sanji's playful teasing earns a chuckle from Zoro, who smirks in response. "Who said I won't take a quick shower before lunch? I'm not that much of a barbarian," he retorts, his tone laced with amusement.

Sanji chuckles, shaking his head slightly. "Good. Because I don't want to have to come find you in the middle of your training, smelling like a sweaty beast," he says teasingly, though his eyes sparkle with affection.

"You like this sweaty beast, you even fucked him last night." Zoro says with a cocky smile as he leaves the kitchen.

Sanji's laughter rings out through the galley, a warm sound that fills the space as he watches Zoro retreat with a smirk. He shakes his head, amused by Zoro's playful confidence.

"Maybe I do," Sanji calls after him. "But that doesn't mean I want to smell him all day!"

Zoro chuckles, his voice fading as he walks away. "I'll make sure to scrub extra hard then," he replies over his shoulder, his tone light and teasing.

Zoro finds himself alone in the crow's nest, the small, enclosed space perched high above the deck. Sunlight filters through the windows, casting soft beams that illuminate the room. It's a space he often seeks out for solitude and focus, away from the hustle and bustle of the ship. With a towel slung over his shoulder and his swords by his side, Zoro stands in a ready stance, his muscles tensed and focused. His breaths are deep and measured as he goes through his sword drills, the familiar weight of his blades grounding him. Each movement is deliberate, practiced countless times to hone his skill and strength.

As he transitions into a series of precise strikes, his mind clears, focusing solely on the rhythm of his training. The sound of metal slicing through the air echoes softly in the crow's nest, a rhythmic cadence that matches the steady beat of his heart. Minutes pass in silence, broken only by the sound of Zoro's footsteps and the occasional clang of metal against metal. His brow furrows in concentration, his senses attuned to every nuance of his movements. Just as he finishes a particularly complex sequence, the hatch to the crow's nest creaks open. Franky's bulky frame fills the doorway, his usual grin splitting his face.

"Yo, Zoro! Mind if I join you?" Franky asks, his voice carrying easily in the quiet space.

Zoro nods, a brief flicker of amusement crossing his features. "Sure, Franky. Just don't get in my way," he replies gruffly.

Franky chuckles, stepping inside and closing the hatch behind him. He stretches his arms overhead, the mechanical whirring of his joints a stark contrast to Zoro's controlled movements.

"Oh, I won't Bro, I'm just here to ask you something!"

"What is it?" Zoro demands at the same time he does a specific movement with his sword.

"I noticed that sometimes when you’re on night duty, Sanji sleeps in the crow’s nest to keep you company. I can build a small suspended double bed. It stays glued to the ceiling and if you want to use it, you just have to lower it." Franky says, casually, not ashamed to talk about the relationship between his two crewmates.

Zoro pauses mid-strike, his brow furrowing slightly as he processes Franky's proposal. He lowers his swords and turns to face the cyborg, his expression serious yet thoughtful.

"You noticed that, huh?" Zoro responds, a hint of surprise in his voice. He sheaths his swords and walks over to where Franky stands, leaning against the wall. "Cook does that sometimes," he admits gruffly, though there's a subtle warmth in his tone.

Franky nods knowingly, his mechanical fingers tapping against his chin thoughtfully. "Yeah, I figured it out. You know, it's all good, Zoro. Love is love, and we're all nakama here," he says with a reassuring smile.

Zoro grunts in agreement, his gaze shifting to the window where the morning sunlight streams in. "Yeah, I guess having a suspended bed wouldn't be a bad idea," he muses, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "At least it would save the Lovecook from sleeping on my makeshift bed"

Franky laughs heartily at Zoro's remark, his mechanical frame vibrating with amusement. "True that, bro! Sanji deserves some comfort up here," he chuckles, adjusting his sunglasses with a clink.

Zoro smirks back, appreciating Franky's easy acceptance and support. "Yeah, he acts all tough but I know he appreciates it," he admits, a rare softness in his voice.

"Of course he does!" Franky declares with a grin, clapping a hand on Zoro's shoulder. "But he is still super shy when it's about you in front of everyone. He flirts with the girls like he always did but with you... is he scared? Or maybe he doesn't want to break your image, Zoro."

Zoro's smirk widens at Franky's observation, his gaze distant for a moment as he considers the implications. Franky's words hit close to home, touching on a subtle truth that Zoro had often sensed but never fully acknowledged.

"Yeah, I think he doesn't want to make me uncomfortable in front of you guys." Zoro replies thoughtfully, his voice low.

Franky nods understandingly, his expression thoughtful behind his shades. "But what about you? Sanji wants to protect your image, but I feel like you wouldn't care at all if he kisses you in front of everyone.”

Zoro pauses mid-motion, his swords hanging in the air as he considers Franky's question. He turns to face Franky fully, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Kisses, huh? Well, he hasn't exactly tried that in front of everyone," Zoro replies, his tone casual but his eyes betraying a hint of curiosity.

Franky chuckles knowingly, adjusting his sunglasses with a metallic clink. "True, but if he did, would you mind?"

Zoro sheaths his swords with a decisive motion, crossing his arms over his chest. "Mind? Nah," he says with a shrug. "I'm not one for public displays, but if he wants to do it, then he wants to do it. You guys are adults, you won't be shocked by two men, two nakama kissing. But being open with you isn't a problem for the Cook, it's a bit more personal...”"

"Yeah I guess, he is so different since Wano and Whole cake Island. I know my microchip saved a lot but... everybody on the crew knows that he isn't the same. We don't really talk about it, we don't want to harass him on the subject but we aren't idiots. I hope he doesn't suffer from self-esteem or confidence with you, because he could be flirty with you like he does with the girl, that would just be funny." Franky admits, his eyes full of worry.

Zoro listens attentively to Franky, his expression thoughtful as the cyborg shares his concerns. He leans against the railing of the crow's nest, his arms folded as he absorbs Franky's words.

"Yeah, he's been through a lot," Zoro agrees quietly, his gaze drifting out toward the horizon. "I know he's different now, but he's strong. He's dealing with it in his own way."

Franky nods in understanding, his mechanical fingers tapping rhythmically against his arm. "Yeah, that's true. But sometimes I worry, you know? He puts on this tough guy act, but underneath it all, I suspect he suffers... a lot."

Zoro continues to gaze out over the sea, the wind tousling his hair as he contemplates Franky's words. The rhythmic tapping of Franky's mechanical fingers punctuates the quiet conversation between them, the weight of their shared concern hanging in the air.

"He does suffer..." Zoro murmurs, "But he's strong. Don't worry too much, he got this."

"So I guess the suspender bed will be on point! You will cuddle his poor little heart! You guys, your love is crazy!" Franky says as he starts to cry like he is in a dramatic scene.

Zoro turns to Franky, his expression softening with a faint smile at the cyborg's sudden shift in demeanor. Despite the seriousness of their earlier conversation, Franky's dramatic flair manages to bring a moment of levity to their discussion.

"Yeah, the suspended bed might be a good idea," Zoro replies with a chuckle, playing along with Franky's theatrics. "Gotta make sure the Lovecook gets his beauty sleep."

Franky wipes away imaginary tears with his mechanical hand, his exaggerated sobs echoing in the small space of the crow's nest. "Oh, the romance! It's too much!" he declares dramatically, his voice filled with mock anguish.

Zoro laughs outright at Franky's antics, a rare sound that rumbles from deep within his chest. "You're such a drama queen, Franky," he teases, shaking his head fondly.

Franky straightens up, his expression shifting back to his usual cheerful demeanor. "Hey, someone's gotta bring the drama on this ship," he says with a wink, readjusting his sunglasses with a metallic clink.

Zoro nods in agreement, the tension from their earlier conversation dissipating. "Yeah, but let's keep this suspended bed idea between us for now. I'll talk to Curly about it later."

"Got it, bro!" Franky agrees enthusiastically, giving Zoro a thumbs-up. "You guys enjoy your nap and sunbathing session. And if you need anything else, just give me a shout."

"Got it, bro!" Franky agrees enthusiastically, giving Zoro a thumbs-up. "You guys enjoy your nap and sunbathing session. And if you need anything else, just give me a shout."

"Oh do you..." Zoro starts, surprised.

"You were screaming your bickering, everybody heard that Sanji loves the sweaty beast."

"Well shit..." Zoro sighs.

Zoro's brows furrow in a mix of surprise and resignation. He casts a quick glance towards the ship's deck below, imagining the crew members who might have overheard their conversation.

"Yeah, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised," Zoro mutters under his breath. "We're not exactly known for our subtlety."

Franky lets out a hearty laugh, his mechanical frame shaking with amusement. "At least nobody heard you fucking like rabbits everywhere. Our innocence is still safe!"

Zoro's expression shifts to one of mild exasperation at Franky's comment, though a hint of amusement tugs at the corners of his lips. He shakes his head slightly, acknowledging the truth in Franky's words.

"Yeah, let's hope it stays that way," Zoro replies wryly, glancing around the crow's nest to ensure they were indeed alone. "I'd like to keep what's left of our reputation intact."

Franky chuckles heartily, his mechanical fingers tapping against his chin thoughtfully. "Don't worry, bro! We'll make sure to keep your love life under wraps. Just be more careful with where you shout about it next time!" he advises with a wink, his jovial demeanor putting Zoro at ease. "By the way, while I'm at it, after building the bed, do you want me to add BDSM tools to the crow's nest? Sanji kicked me when I asked..."

Zoro's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at Franky's suggestion, a mixture of disbelief and amusement flickering across his face. He takes a moment to process Franky's words before letting out a hearty laugh, unable to contain his amusement.

"BDSM tools, huh?" Zoro repeats incredulously, shaking his head in amusement. "I know the cook kicked you, Luffy told me." he chuckles, imagining Sanji's reaction vividly.

"Hey, just thought I'd ask. Some couples are into that stuff," he says with a shrug, though his grin suggests he's thoroughly enjoying Zoro's reaction. "Plus, I had a bet with Robin, I made a bet that you are a dominant guy!"

"You bet... what with Robin?" Zoro asks, a drop of sweat on his forehead, hoping not to understand what he hears. He glances at Franky with a bemused expression, trying to wrap his head around the unexpected turn of conversation. "You're telling me you made a bet with Robin about my... dominance?" Zoro repeats incredulously, his voice tinged with disbelief. He shifts uncomfortably, scratching the back of his head as he processes the information.

Franky chuckles, his mechanical fingers tapping rhythmically against his chin. "Yeah, it's just a friendly bet among crewmates," he explains casually, though his mischievous grin hints at a deeper layer of amusement. "She was convinced you're the dominant type, and I thought otherwise. You know how Robin is with her theories."

Zoro sighs, a mix of exasperation and amusement coloring his expression. "And you had to bring it up in the crow's nest?" he mutters under his breath, shaking his head slightly.

"Hey, just trying to settle the score here," Franky replies with a shrug, his grin widening. "So, what's the verdict then? Care to enlighten us?"

Zoro's answer is a silent one. He approaches Franky with a deadly aura, swords at the ready. The cyborg's eyes widen in realization, and before Zoro can say a word, Franky lets out a yelp.

"Ok, I'll just build the bed!" Franky exclaims hastily, turning on his heel and sprinting out of the crow's nest, his mechanical body clanking against the metal floor as he disappears down the hatch.

Zoro watches him go, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he sheathes his swords. With a shake of his head, he resumes his training, the incident with Franky adding a touch of amusement to his routine practice atop the Thousand Sunny.

Night has settled over the Thousand Sunny, casting a tranquil ambiance across the ship. The galley is bathed in a soft, golden glow, its usual bustle of activity replaced by a serene quietness. Sanji sits alone at the table, a book open before him: Confronting the Shadows: Understanding and Managing Nightmares and Flashbacks. It's a volume he had picked up from Kei and Stan's library, a testament to his ongoing commitment to healing and self-understanding.

The book delves deep into the intricacies of trauma recovery, offering insights and strategies to navigate the haunting remnants of past experiences. Its pages are filled with clinical explanations woven into compassionate guidance, tailored to empower individuals like Sanji who are grappling with the aftermath of intense ordeals.

Sanji's brow furrows slightly as he reads, his eyes scanning the paragraphs with focused determination. The author explores various techniques for confronting and processing traumatic memories, emphasizing the importance of creating a safe internal and external environment. There are sections dedicated to mindfulness practices, grounding exercises, and therapeutic approaches such as cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) and eye movement desensitization and reprocessing (EMDR).

Occasionally, Sanji pauses to reflect, his thoughts drifting to moments from his past that still linger in his subconscious. He finds solace in the author's gentle encouragement to embrace the healing journey with patience and self-compassion. Each chapter feels like a step forward, a beacon of hope in the darkness of his memories.

The galley clock ticks softly in the background as Sanji turns another page, absorbing the wisdom that resonates deeply with his own experiences. The book's narrative is not just clinical; it's empathetic, recognizing the complexities of trauma recovery and offering practical tools to reclaim inner peace and resilience.

As he reads, Sanji feels a sense of empowerment, knowing that each insight gained brings him closer to understanding and managing his nightmares and flashbacks. It's a quiet yet profound moment of self-care amidst the camaraderie of his nakama and the adventures that await beyond the horizon. With a soft sigh of determination, Sanji continues reading, his heart set on confronting the shadows that have haunted him, one page at a time. Sanji hears a familiar sound of footsteps approaching. Luffy appears in the galley, rampaging with his usual exuberance. He positions himself behind Sanji, letting his body fall onto the back of his cook. His arms pass over Sanji’s shoulders and remain dangling as Luffy places his chin on Sanji’s head.

"Hey, Sanji! Whatcha reading?" Luffy asks, his nonchalant and clingy attitude contrasting with the seriousness of the book in Sanji's hands.

Sanji smiles softly, feeling the weight and warmth of his captain's presence. "It's a book about nightmares and how to deal with them," he replies, his voice calm. "Not exactly your kind of reading."

Luffy leans in closer, peering at the book with genuine interest. "I know why you're reading this," he says quietly, surprising Sanji with his perceptiveness.

Sanji tilts his head slightly to look up at Luffy, curiosity in his eyes. "Oh? And why is that, Captain?" he asks.

Luffy's smile softens, his gaze steady. "Because you're still having them sometimes, right?" he ventures, his tone gentle yet unwavering. "I see Zoro waking you up sometimes. I just say nothing."

Sanji's expression flickers briefly, a mix of surprise and appreciation for Luffy's understanding. "Yeah, sometimes," he admits quietly, turning a page in the book. "But I'm working on it."

Luffy nods, his expression serious. "I know you are," he says earnestly. "You are doing great. I just wanted to check if you were okay since the puppet shit guy."

Sanji nibbles his lips at Luffy's concern, the memory of that harrowing encounter with the puppet-controlling devil fruit user still fresh. "I'm okay, Captain," he says, his voice steady but touched with a hint of vulnerability. He unconsciously rubs his cheek on Luffy’s arm still on his shoulder. "It was rough, but I’m getting better. I promise I won't lose like that again, Luffy."

Luffy's grip tightens slightly, a comforting presence. "I know you will," he says, his voice full of unwavering belief. "You’re one of the strongest people I know, Sanji. I'm not really good at understanding how your pain works in your head, but I know that you will overcome this. The only thing I order is that when you cry, or feel too much pain, you can do it on my shoulder. I'm your captain, I can take your pain. And you have Zoro, he's your boyfriend, he can support you too."

Sanji feels a lump in his throat, deeply touched by Luffy's words. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "Stupid idiot rubber guy..." he says, his voice thick with emotion. "I’ll remember that." He nibbles his lips again to hold some emotions. "Thank you, Luffy..."

Luffy grins, his usual exuberance shining through. He finally wraps his arms around Sanji’s shoulders to cuddle him. "Of course. I told you, I can't be the Pirate Kings without you. And what you’re going through now doesn’t make you weak. It just proves once again that you have a big heart."

Sanji leans into the embrace, letting the warmth of Luffy’s words and presence seep into his heart. "You're impossible," he mutters, but there's no real heat in his words, only gratitude.

Luffy's grip tightens for a moment before he releases Sanji, standing up with a beaming smile. "Alright, I'll leave you to your book."

"Actually," Sanji starts, his voice still containing emotions. "Do you want to stay here? If you aren't tired, of course."

Luffy's eyes light up with surprise and delight. "Sure, I'll stay!" he exclaims, plopping down next to Sanji without hesitation. "You can read to me, or we can just sit here. I'm not picky."

Sanji chuckles softly, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort from his captain's presence. "Alright, I'll read a bit," he agrees, turning his attention back to the book. "Just don't expect me to explain every little thing."

Luffy grins, settling in comfortably. "No problem, Sanji. I'm just happy to be here with you."

Sanji flips through the pages, finding a passage that resonates with his own experiences. Clearing his throat softly, he begins to read aloud, his voice steady and measured:

"Nightmares often arise from unresolved trauma or deeply rooted fears. They manifest during sleep as the mind attempts to process and integrate these distressing experiences. For those affected, nightmares can be profoundly unsettling, disrupting sleep patterns and causing emotional distress upon waking."

As Sanji reads, Luffy listens intently, his expression thoughtful yet attentive. He absorbs the words with a seriousness that contrasts with his usual carefree demeanor. His brows furrow slightly as he processes the information, reflecting on the times he's seen Sanji troubled after particularly vivid nightmares.

"Sometimes, nightmares serve as a way for the mind to confront and work through unresolved emotions," Sanji continues, his voice taking on a softer tone. "By understanding the underlying causes and triggers, individuals can begin to develop coping strategies to manage these experiences and lessen their impact on daily life."

Luffy nods slowly, his gaze focused on Sanji. "So, nightmares are like... your brain trying to deal with bad stuff that happened," he ventures, his tone serious as he grasps the concept. "And you've been having them because of... things from your past?"

Sanji nods, acknowledging Luffy’s understanding of the explanation. "Yes, something like that", he confirms quietly, putting the book aside for a while.

"I had this too," confesses Luffy, which surprises Sanji to the utmost.

"Did you have nightmares, Luffy? I mean, nightmares about moments that really happened?"

Luffy puts his head on the table and smiles to reassure Sanji, he dçoesn't want to stress him more than he already is.

"Yeah, I dreamed of Ace... I saw him die again and again in my nightmares. When I awoke, I felt pain and anger towards myself." A glimmer of sadness passes through his eyes, and Sanji don't miss it. "But things are better today, I can have a dream here and there, but it’s rare."

Sanji listens attentively as Luffy shares his own experience with nightmares, his heart going out to his captain. He reaches out, gently placing a hand on Luffy's hair.

"I didn't know you had nightmares... How did you... overcome it?"

Luffy takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before responding. "I focused on what I had left rather than what I had lost. I had no more brothers," Luffy explains, knowing that at that time he did not yet know that Sabo was alive, "but I had my crew, you. I wanted to come back strong for you, for my dream, to protect you. So I stopped thinking about my failure, about Ace’s death, and I thought about you every night before I went to sleep, and it helped me stop having nightmares."

"Oh Luffy..." Sanji responds while stroking his captain’s hair even more tenderly." You’re definitely stronger than us. I feel like you handle your emotions better than most people here. Zoro trains to exhaustion and I... well as you can see, I can’t manage at all..."

Luffy smiles gratefully at Sanji's words, appreciating the comfort of his touch as he listens attentively. "It's not about being stronger, Sanji. It's about finding what helps you get through it," Luffy replies earnestly, his voice gentle yet resolute. "Zoro trains hard because that's how he copes. You... you cook for us, you take care of us. That's your strength."

"But... I don't feel progress, Luffy," Sanji responds, his eyes showing pain. "I still have nightmares, fears, and you had to fight me when the Devil fruit users turned me into a puppet. If that wasn't you there, I could have... harm someone of the crew. I want to overcome this, I read stuff, I try my best, but I feel I'm missing something to progress."

Luffy's expression softens, his brows furrowing slightly in concern as he listens to Sanji's heartfelt admission. He shifts closer, his arm wrapping around Sanji's shoulders in a comforting gesture.

"Sanji..." Luffy starts, his voice gentle but firm. "Just don't give up. Believe in you."

Sanji nods slowly, his gaze distant as he wrestles with his thoughts. "I just... I don't want to be a danger to the crew," he confesses quietly, the weight of his fears evident in his voice.

Luffy's grip tightens reassuringly around Sanji's shoulders. "You won't be a danger, I'll knock you out before. Or Zoro will."

Sanji's eyes widen at Luffy's blunt yet reassuring statement, a mix of surprise and faint amusement crossing his features. He chuckles softly, appreciating Luffy's unwavering confidence and unique way of offering reassurance.

"You'd knock me out, huh?" Sanji replies with a small smile, feeling a bit lighter despite the seriousness of their conversation. "That good to know."

Luffy grins broadly, his usual exuberance returning. "Of course! I've got your back, Sanji," he declares proudly, squeezing Sanji's shoulder before releasing him from the embrace, sitting next to the cook and relaxing his head on the table again. "C'mon keep reading the book!"

Sanji chuckles softly at Luffy's enthusiasm, his heart warmed by his captain's unwavering support. He picks up the book again, flipping through the pages until he finds where he left off.

"As nightmares can often stem from unresolved trauma, it is important to cultivate a sense of safety and security before bedtime," Sanji reads, glancing at Luffy to ensure he's listening. "Creating a calming bedtime routine and practicing relaxation techniques can help reduce the likelihood of experiencing distressing dreams."

"Does fighting or having sex with Zoro before bedtime help you to feel safe, Sanji?" Luffy asks, casually.

Sanji's cheeks flush slightly at Luffy's straightforward question, caught off guard by his captain's directness. He glances at Luffy, a mixture of surprise and amusement flickering in his eyes.

"Well, uh, yeah, I guess it does," Sanji admits with a slight chuckle, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

Luffy nods thoughtfully, his expression serious despite the casualness of his question. "I'm sure Zoro cuddles you a lot, he’s not so grumpy. And do you talk to him about ... all that." Luffy asks, pointing the book.

"I..." Sanji starts, feeling the guilt coming back like a storm. "I talk a lot with him, yes. But I also doubt myself every day, and I freak out when I'm alone with him sometimes." He pauses, his gaze dropping to the table. "I worry that I'm a burden on him, especially since we've been together.”

Luffy listens intently, his brow furrowing slightly in concern. "You're not a burden to him."

Sanji lets out a sigh, his shoulders slumping as he considers Luffy's words. "I know he cares," he replies quietly, a hint of uncertainty lingering in his tone. "But sometimes... it's hard to believe I'm not just causing him trouble."

"You don't."

"Luffy, I know you are trying to cheer me up but-"

"I don't. Zoro told me that he doesn't see you as a burden."

Sanji's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at Luffy's revelation, his earlier doubts momentarily overshadowed by curiosity. He turns to face Luffy, a mix of disbelief and hope flickering in his eyes.

"Zoro told you that?" Sanji repeats, his voice tinged with both surprise and a glimmer of relief.

"Yes. Zoro confesses to me a lot, you know," Luffy replies casually, his expression serious despite the casualness of his tone.

Sanji swallows nervously, his heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. "What... what else does he tell you, Luffy?" he asks, his voice slightly shaky as he awaits Luffy's response.

Luffy considers for a moment, his brows furrowing in thought. "He talks about how strong you’ve become since Wano," Luffy begins, his tone thoughtful. "And he repeats that you'll be fine. He told me that he enjoys when you ask him to meditate with you. Oh, and he also told me about how happy he is to see you trying to please yourself and not just the others."

Sanji listens intently, his surprise and relief growing with each revelation. A faint smile plays on his lips as he absorbs Luffy's words. "He said all that?" Sanji asks softly, a warmth spreading in his chest.

Luffy nods enthusiastically. "Yeah! Zoro really trust you, Sanji. He isn't worried at all about the time you need to heal yourself," Luffy affirms, his voice filled with genuine compassion. "He just knows that you will make it. He even told me that he is certain you will overcome your trauma before he became the best swordsman." Luffy stands up on his chair to stretch his arms and neck. "He also told me that when you cry, he is sad for you, but at the same time proud of you because being vulnerable in front of him just show how strong you are."

"He really said all that?" Sanji repeats, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to break the fragile moment of connection.

Luffy nods emphatically, a bright smile on his face. "Yeah, he did! Zoro believes in you, Sanji. He knows you're strong, and he's proud of you for facing your struggles," Luffy affirms earnestly, his admiration for his crewmate shining through.

Luffy leans in a little closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Sanji, wanna know a secret Zoro told me?"

Sanji's eyebrows raise in surprise, intrigued by what Luffy might reveal next. "Sure, what did he tell you?" he asks, curiosity piqued.

Luffy grins mischievously, leaning in closer to Sanji as if about to share the most exciting secret in the world. "He told me..." Luffy pauses dramatically, drawing out the suspense for a moment before continuing, "...that he loves it when while you’re sleeping, sometimes you lie flat on his stomach without realizing it and you cling to him by babbling his nicknames. He was smiling like crazy when he told me this secret, shishishi!”

Sanji's eyes widen in surprise at Luffy's revelation, his cheeks tinged with a faint shade of pink. He blinks a few times, processing what Luffy has just said, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement crossing his features.

"He tells you that?" Sanji asks incredulously, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his embarrassment. "I didn't know I did that..."

Luffy nods enthusiastically, his grin widening even further. "Yeah! He says you call him 'Mosshead' and 'Shitty-Swordsman' or even 'Sweet-Seaweed' sometimes when you sleep," Luffy says, mimicking Zoro's voice with a playful tone. "He thinks it's cute."

Sanji chuckles softly, shaking his head in mild disbelief. "I guess I do talk in my sleep," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Well, at least it's not something embarrassing."

Luffy laughs heartily, slapping Sanji on the back in a friendly gesture. "It's not embarrassing, it's funny! You two are hilarious together," he declares with a grin.

Sanji smiles warmly, feeling a surge of affection for Zoro and gratitude for Luffy's lightheartedness. "Thanks for sharing, Luffy," he says sincerely.

The two settle back into their seats, the quiet of the galley enveloping them once more. Sanji picks up the book again, flipping to where he left off. Luffy leans in, his eyes fixed on Sanji as he listens intently to the calming rhythm of his voice. As Sanji reads, the tension of the day gradually fades away, replaced by a sense of peace and companionship. Luffy's eyelids grow heavier with each passing minute until, finally, he nods off, his head resting on the table. Sanji looks down at his captain, a soft smile playing on his lips. Carefully, he closes the book and gently ruffles Luffy's hair.

"Go into your bed, Luffy," he murmurs softly, his voice carrying a tender affection.

With gentle hands, Sanji helps Luffy get up from the chair and guides him out of the galley. Luffy stirs slightly but trusts Sanji to lead him to his quarters. As they reach the door, Luffy mumbles a sleepy thanks, his trust in Sanji's care evident even in his drowsy state.

Sanji smiles warmly, watching Luffy disappear into his room before raising his head to the crow’s nest. His smile increases when he sees light. He goes back into the kitchen and prepares a very protein snack, because he knows that his lover is lifting weights. He also grabs a bottle of sake. By reflex, he puts his hair and tie in place and climbs the crow’s nest. When he opens the door, his charming voice says:

"Excuse me, I heard a handsome man is training up here. Word has it he's hungry. Know where I might find him?”

He watches Zoro for a moment, noticing the slight tensing of his muscles, a sure sign that his boyfriend is caught off guard by Sanji's playful flirtation.

Zoro pauses mid-swing, setting down his weights, caught off guard by Sanji's unexpected arrival and flirtatious remark. His cheeks flush slightly, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement crossing his features.

"Uh, yeah, I guess he's somewhere here," Zoro replies, a subtle smile starting to appear on the corner of his lips as he plays along. He tries to play it cool and wipes his forehead with a towel.

Sanji chuckles softly at Zoro's shy response, enjoying the rare sight of his usually stoic boyfriend slightly flustered. "Could you show me where he is?" he asks casually, his voice laced with a hint of seduction. He steps further into the crow's nest, the mischievous glint in his eyes dancing with mischief as he places the protein snack and bottle of sake on a nearby crate.

Zoro's eyes meet Sanji's, and a knowing grin spreads across his face. "Sure," he replies in a low voice, stepping closer to Sanji. "I think I can help you find him." His voice is low and tinged with humor, enjoying the playful banter with Sanji.

Sanji meets Zoro's gaze with a suggestive smile, leaning closer until their breaths mingle. "Am I the handsome man you were looking for?" Zoro whispers teasingly, his tone barely audible but filled with warmth.

Sanji's grin widens, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Maybe," he replies in a low murmur, his voice teasing and inviting. "But I think I've already found him right here." He reaches out, lightly brushing his fingers against Zoro's arm, the gesture laden with unspoken affection.

Zoro's cheeks color slightly at Sanji's touch, his gaze softening. "Yeah?" he murmurs, leaning closer to Sanji. "And what do you plan to do now that you've found him?"

Sanji's smirk widens, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well," he says softly, his voice low and inviting, "I thought I'd start by giving him this." He holds up the protein snack and bottle of sake, his smile turning warmer. "I know you've been working hard up here, and I figured you could use a little something to refuel."

Zoro chuckles, shaking his head slightly. "Always taking care of me, huh?" he says, his tone affectionate. He reaches out, taking the snack and sake from Sanji's hands. "Thanks, my cook."

Sanji blushes a bit at the nickname. "I care for you as mush as you care for me." he whispers, his voice filled with genuine affection. He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting Zoro's. "Mhh, I could hug you but you’re all sweaty, I don’t want to ruin my suit. Although, you’re sexy like that..."

Zoro's smirk mirrors Sanji's, a playful glint in his eye. "Someone is in a flirting mood tonight.”

"Maybe I am," he replies, his voice carrying a hint of teasing. "Can you blame me?"

Zoro chuckles, shaking his head. "Not at all," he says, taking a sip of the sake. "I like to see you like this. I told you that if you want to be flirty, just go ahead."

"Well, in that case, I'll make the most of it," he says, leaning in closer to Zoro. "After all, how often do I get to see you all flustered?"

Zoro raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "You think I'm flustered?" he asks, his tone challenging.

Sanji nods, his grin turning mischievous. "I think you are cute when you blush, don't know how to take a compliment, Zoro-kun." Sanji teases.

Zoro's smirk falters for a moment, and a faint blush creeps up his cheeks. "Cute, huh?" he mutters, trying to maintain his composure.

Sanji chuckles, clearly enjoying Zoro's reaction. "Yeah, cute," he repeats, reaching out to gently touch Zoro's cheek. "But don't worry, I won't tell the others."

Zoro huffs, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "You better not, I'll cut you up," he says, his voice gruff but affectionate.

Sanji leans in, his expression softening. "Your secret's safe with me," he promises, his tone sincere.

Zoro nods, his eyes meeting Sanji's with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "Good," he replies, his voice softer now. "Now, are you gonna keep flirting, or are you gonna let me train?"

Sanji smirks, leaning back slightly but keeping his gaze locked with Zoro's. "Alright, I'll give you a break from my flirting," he says with a playful wink. "For now. But I stay to watch." Sanji says as he sits on the circular sofa.

Zoro shakes his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Such a voyeur you are," he mutters, picking up his weights again.

"Can't help it. You make for quite the sight, Mosshead," he teases, resting his chin on his hand as he watches Zoro resume his training. He opens again his book and keeps reading about it, the conversation with Luffy earlier still fresh in his mind. "Are you in watch duty this night?”

Zoro grunts softly as he continues his repetitions, his muscles flexing with each movement. He glances over at Sanji with a faint smile at the nickname, used to the playful banter between them.

"Yeah," Zoro replies between breaths, his voice steady despite the exertion.

Sanji nods, flipping a page in his book but keeping his attention on Zoro. "Do you want me to sleep here, to keep you company?"

Zoro pauses briefly, wiping sweat from his brow with a towel before setting it aside. "You don't have to, you know," he says, his eyes meeting Sanji's briefly before returning to his training.

Sanji smiles softly, closing his book for a moment to focus on Zoro. "I know," he replies simply, his voice sincere. "But I want to."

Zoro's expression softens, a flicker of gratitude crossing his features. "Then about that... you won't sleep on a makeshift bed anymore. You should pull the rope on the ceiling and see for yourself."

Sanji's eyebrows lift in surprise at Zoro's suggestion, curiosity piqued by the mention of a new setup. He sets his book aside, standing up from the sofa and walking over to the designated area in the crow's nest. He eyes the rope hanging from the ceiling, giving it a tug as instructed. To his amazement, a cleverly designed suspended double bed descends from above, revealing itself as it lowers steadily to the floor of the crow's nest.

"Since when do you have that?" Sanji asks, surprised.

"Since this afternoon. Franky asked me if I wanted to have a bed for us since you like to sleep here when I'm on night watch, and I said yes. I was just waiting to surprise you." Zoro says with a note of shyness in his voice.

Sanji turns to Zoro with a soft smile, touched by the gesture. "That's thoughtful of him," he says sincerely, his eyes meeting Zoro's with warmth. "And you too, Mosshead."

Zoro nods, his cheeks coloring slightly at the praise. "Just thought you'd appreciate something more comfortable," he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture of bashfulness.

"Is it solid? It won't fall from the ceiling with some movements?" Sanji asks, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"I don't think so, why?" Zoro responds, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

Sanji leans in closer to Zoro, his voice dropping to a suggestive whisper. "Because after you finish your training, take a shower, we're going to have sex on this bed," he says with a playful smirk, his cheeks flushing slightly.

Zoro's eyes widen in surprise, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Uh... Sanji," he starts, his voice a mix of embarrassment and amusement, "you're not exactly subtle, are you?"

Sanji chuckles softly, his smirk widening. "Who needs subtlety when you've got a bed like this?" he quips, patting the mattress invitingly.

Zoro shakes his head with a small laugh, his initial surprise giving way to a warm smile. "You are a perv, and your nose is bleeding."

Sanji chuckles sheepishly, reaching up to wipe his nose with the back of his hand. "Can't help it when I'm around you," he replies with a grin, his cheeks still flushed from their playful banter.

Zoro returns to his training with a light-hearted smile. He lifts heavier weighs and catches Sanji lies on the new bed and back on his book. He knows that Sanji is trying to figure out how to heal himself and he is happy to see him do it.

The sounds of exertion fill the crow's nest, mingling with the quiet rustle of pages turning. As he reads, Sanji's mind drifts between the text before him and thoughts of his conversation with Luffy earlier. He's grateful for Zoro's support and understanding, knowing that his efforts to heal and grow haven't gone unnoticed by his lover. Zoro continues his workout with determination, the weights clinking softly as he moves through his exercises. His focus is unwavering, each repetition a testament to his dedication and strength. Occasionally, he steals glances at Sanji, a proud smile touching his lips as he sees the cook immersed in his reading. The atmosphere in the crow's nest is one of quiet mutual respect, each aware of the other's presence and silently encouraging each other in their own ways.

Deep into the night, after a couple of hours of companionship in the crow's nest, Sanji finds himself dozing off on the comfortable bed. The quiet hum of the ship's night sounds lulls him into a peaceful slumber, his book lying forgotten beside him. Zoro, having finished his training and taken a refreshing shower, returns to the crow's nest with a towel draped over his shoulder. He quietly approaches the bed where Sanji lies, a fond smile on his lips as he watches the cook sleep peacefully.

With gentle movements, Zoro sits down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to lightly brush a strand of hair from Sanji's forehead. "Hey, sleepyhead," he murmurs affectionately, his voice low so as not to wake him fully. "You seem too tired for all that sex you promised."

Sanji stirs slightly at the sound of Zoro's voice, a soft smile gracing his lips as he slowly opens his eyes. He blinks sleepily, meeting Zoro's gaze with a hint of amusement.

"Mmm, maybe I was just saving my energy," he replies in a sleepy murmur, reaching out to lazily drape an arm over Zoro's shoulders. "Or maybe you're the one who's too tired."

"I'm not the one sleeping, shit-cook."

"Alright, ride me then, Mister I'm not tired at all." Sanji teases.

Zoro's eyebrows shoot up at Sanji's suggestion, a mix of surprise and intrigue crossing his features. He shifts slightly, leaning closer to Sanji with a playful glint in his eye.

"Is that what you want, Cook?" Zoro asks, his voice low and teasing, his hand tracing lazy circles on Sanji's side. "Because if you're offering, I'm not one to turn down a good ride."

"Then give me a good ride," he replies, his tone carrying a confident edge despite his sleepy demeanor. He shifts under Zoro's touch, pulling him closer. "A very, very good ride…”

With that, Sanji pulls Zoro down into a deep, heated kiss, their bodies entwining as the playful banter turns into a passionate embrace, each determined to match the other's intensity.

Sanji finds himself standing in a dimly lit room, the air heavy with a sense of foreboding. He is a child again, in his family's mansion on the North Blue. The walls seem to close in around him, suffocating him with memories he has tried to bury deep within. He hears the echoes of harsh laughter and taunts from his brothers—Yonji, Ichiji, and Niji. Their faces twist into sneers, their eyes cold and cruel as they circle around him like vultures. In their hands, they hold metal helmets, the very ones they used to torment him as a child.

"Look at him, the weakling," Ichiji sneers, his voice dripping with contempt. "Can't even stand up straight."

"Father was right to call you trash," Niji chimes in, his voice laced with malice. "A disgrace to the Vinsmoke name."

Sanji's heart pounds in his chest, the weight of their words crushing him like a vice. He tries to move, to escape their cutting remarks, but his limbs feel heavy and unresponsive. He is trapped, just like he was all those years ago. Suddenly, the scene shifts, and Sanji finds himself in the present, aboard the Thousand Sunny. But something is terribly wrong. His body feels stiff and rigid, as if encased in iron. Panic surges through him as he realizes he is no longer in control of his own movements. He sees himself, a puppet manipulated by a sinister figure cloaked in darkness. Every step, every action is dictated by this unseen force, stripping him of his autonomy. The puppet-Sanji moves mechanically, devoid of emotion or will.

"No... not again," Sanji whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the creaking of the puppet's joints. Fear grips him, threatening to consume him whole.

The nightmare intensifies, blurring the lines between past and present, childhood trauma and adult fears. Sanji struggles against the puppet strings, desperate to break free from the nightmare's grasp. But the darkness envelops him, suffocating him with memories of pain and helplessness.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, Sanji wakes with a gasp, his heart racing and his body drenched in sweat. He lies in the suspended bed aboard the Thousand Sunny, the gentle rocking of the ship a stark contrast to the horrors of his dream. His hand instinctively moves to his head, checking for the metal helmet that haunted his nightmares, but finds nothing. As Sanji tries to calm his breathing, he feels strong arms enveloping him, pulling him close. The touch is familiar, reassuring. Zoro's voice, deep and steady, breaks through the remnants of his nightmare.

"Easy, Cook. You're safe," Zoro whispers, his arms tightening slightly around Sanji.

Sanji exhales shakily, leaning into Zoro's embrace. The warmth of Zoro's body against his own grounds him, dispelling the lingering fear from his dream. He closes his eyes, focusing on the steady rhythm of Zoro's breathing, the comforting scent of the sea mingled with Zoro's own unique scent. Zoro presses a kiss to the top of Sanji's head, a silent gesture of reassurance and understanding. "You want to talk about it?" he asks quietly, his words filled with a tenderness that belies his usual gruff exterior.

Sanji hesitates for a moment, feeling the warmth of Zoro's lips against his hair. He shifts slightly in Zoro's embrace, seeking comfort in their closeness.

"I... maybe," Sanji replies finally, his voice still tinged with the remnants of fear from his nightmare. He exhales slowly, gathering his thoughts. "It was about... the helmet, my brothers, my father... and then... being turned into a puppet."

Zoro listens attentively, his arms tightening around Sanji in a reassuring hold. "The same nightmares again, huh?" he says softly, acknowledging Sanji's recurring struggle with empathy. “Although, the puppet stuff is about last island, right?”

Sanji nods slightly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along Zoro's back. "Yeah," he admits quietly, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "Fucking nightmares, I'm tired of them.”

Zoro brushes his lips against Sanji's forehead, a tender gesture of comfort. "Turn around, I'll spoon you," he murmurs softly.

Sanji nods wordlessly, shifting in Zoro's arms to face away from him. He feels Zoro's strong arms wrap around him from behind, pulling him close in a protective embrace. The warmth and solidity of Zoro's presence offer a sense of security that begins to soothe the lingering echoes of his nightmare. Zoro holds Sanji close, feeling the tension slowly ebbing from Sanji's body. He presses a gentle kiss to the back of Sanji's neck, a silent reassurance of his presence.

"You want to meditate?" Zoro whispers, his voice low and soothing. "I can guide you."

Sanji lets out a slow breath, leaning back into Zoro's embrace. The rhythmic rise and fall of Zoro's chest against his back lulls him into a calm state, grounding him in the reality of their shared warmth and intimacy. In the safety of Zoro's embrace, Sanji closes his eyes, guided by Zoro's steady voice into the realm of meditation. With each breath, he lets go of the lingering fear and embraces the image of his safe place, where his inner child awaits.

"The room is bathed in soft, warm light," Zoro's voice murmurs gently, painting the scene with delicate strokes of imagery. "It reminds you of sunlight filtering through the ocean's surface, gentle and comforting."

Sanji visualizes it clearly now—the walls adorned with serene seascapes, tranquil beaches stretching into infinity. He imagines the crystal-clear waters, vibrant with life, mirroring the peace he craves. A smile tugs at his lips as he envisions the cozy nest in the corner, a sanctuary of soft blankets and cushions where his inner child finds solace.

"A gentle breeze rustles through the curtains," Zoro continues, his voice carrying the essence of calm. "It carries the scent of saltwater and sea spray, reminding you of the vast, boundless ocean."

Sanji's heart swells with warmth as he immerses himself in this comforting haven. Here, his inner child plays freely, unburdened by the shadows of the past.

Sanji's heart swells with warmth as he immerses himself in this comforting haven. Here, his inner child plays freely, unburdened by the shadows of the past. He sees the little boy and can't help but smile. Little Sanji turns his head and when he sees adult Sanji, a joyful smile appears on his face.

"Sanji! You came back!" the little boy exclaims, his voice carrying a pure, unfiltered happiness.

Tears prick at the corners of Sanji's eyes as he drops to one knee, opening his arms wide. His heart swells with love and relief as he catches the boy, lifting him effortlessly into a tight embrace. The child's laughter is like music to his ears, echoing through the room that feels as safe and warm as his deepest dreams.

"I'm here, little one," Sanji whispers, his voice choked with emotion. He holds the boy close, cherishing the feel of small arms wrapped around his neck, the scent of innocence and trust enveloping him like a blanket.

Little Sanji pulls back slightly, his bright eyes searching Sanji's face with wonder and adoration. "I missed you," he says earnestly, his small hands cupping Sanji's cheeks.

Sanji's smile widens, his own hands gently cradling the child's face. "I missed you too," he replies softly, overcome with a flood of emotions he thought he had buried long ago. "I'm sorry I stayed away for so long."

The child shakes his head, a look of understanding beyond his years in his eyes. "It's okay, Sanji. You're here now. And this place is so wonderful! No cage, no helmet, no bugs, no spiders, no brothers... even though I still hear their laughter outside..."

"I know... we have to go through the maze."

"Yeah... But I'm so scared. I know father is there, and my siblings too and mom... I miss mom..." Little Sanji says, tears in his eyes as as it nestles in the adult’s neck.

Sanji holds his younger self close, feeling the child's tears against his neck, a heartbreaking echo of his own pain. His eyes well up, tears mingling with those of the boy he once was.

"I miss her too," Sanji whispers, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "But we're not alone, little one. I'm here with you now, and together, we'll face whatever comes."

Little Sanji nods, clutching onto adult Sanji with a fierce desperation. "I'm scared," he admits, his voice small and trembling. "The maze is dark, and I don't want to be hurt again."

Sanji tightens his embrace, holding the child protectively. "I won't let anyone hurt you," he vows, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his heart. "We'll navigate the maze together, and we'll find a way out."

The child looks up at Sanji with wide eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and hope. "But what if they laugh at us again? What if they call us weak?"

"It's time to face this once for all," Sanji reassures him, his voice gentle yet resolute. "I'll carry you and protect you. Remember, I am you, and I am strong. And listen... do you hear the voice?"

"What voice?" Little Sanji asks, curiosity coloring his fear.

"I'm going to need you to go through the maze... I know it's going to be hard. Please guide me." The adult whispers.

Of course, Cook. I'll be with you, I'll keep you safe.

"Oh I hear the voice!" Little Sanji express. "Is it Zoro, your lover?"

Sanji nods, his smile warm and grateful. "Yes, it's Zoro. He's here with us, guiding us through the maze."

Sanji smiles tenderly at the innocence and trust in his younger self's voice. "Yes, little one," he answers warmly. "Zoro is holding me too, right now."

Little Sanji nods thoughtfully. "He's strong, right? Strong like you?"

"Very strong," Sanji affirms, his voice carrying pride and admiration. "He is stronger than I am."

In that moment, Sanji feels a surge of gratitude for Zoro, whose strength and unwavering support have been a pillar of stability in his life. He holds onto his younger self a little tighter, feeling the weight of both their past and their shared journey towards healing.

"He's not just strong physically," Sanji continues softly, his voice filled with respect. "He's strong in spirit, too. He believes in us, in our strength to overcome."

Little Sanji looks up at him with wide eyes, a spark of hope igniting in his gaze. "Will he help us through the maze?"

Sanji nods, his heart swelling with love for both his younger self and Zoro. "Yes."

Sanji holds his younger self's hand tightly as they step into the maze, the air thick with an oppressive silence. The walls of the maze are high, casting long shadows that flicker with memories he had tried so hard to forget. Each turn and twist seems to breathe with the echoes of his past.

Breathe deeply, Sanji. You're not alone. I'm right here with you, Zoro's voice soothes, a steady anchor in the midst of the chaos. What do you see in the maze?

As they move forward, they encounter a memory of their father, Judge, towering over them with cold eyes. The scene shifts to moments of harsh training in the courtyard of the castle, where the four children are forced to fight two by two. Little Sanji jumps from the arms of his adult self.

"I have to go train. But... this is unfair. They have an exoskeleton and I don't. I'm going to lose... they will break my nose, my teeth, and I won't be able to fight them," the child says, fear and resignation in his voice.

The kid walks toward the courtyard, and Sanji watches, feeling powerless.

Cook, what do you see? What do you feel? Tell me what you can do to help your younger self, Zoro's voice guides, steady and grounding.

Sanji feels a surge of helplessness watching his younger self, knowing the pain and humiliation that await him. He takes a deep breath, grounding himself in Zoro's calming presence. "I see the courtyard, the place where I felt the most alone and vulnerable," he replies, his voice tinged with emotion. "I feel the fear and the unfairness of it all. I want to protect him, to shield him from the pain."

You can help him, Sanji. Show him he's not alone. Show him your strength.

Sanji steps forward, his eyes locked on his younger self. "Wait," he calls out softly, but firmly.

Sanji steps forward, his eyes locked on his younger self. "Wait," he calls out softly, but firmly.

Little Sanji turns, his eyes wide with confusion and a glimmer of hope. "What are you doing here? You can't stop them," he says, his voice trembling. "And if I don't fight, Dad will be mad at me again... I have no choice but to become stronger. Either I try to beat them or Father will tell me that I'm weak, a waste, and a shame for him..."

Sanji's heart aches at the child's words, the pain and fear so palpable. He kneels down, reaching out to gently grasp his younger self's shoulders. "Listen to me, little one. You are not weak. You are not a waste, and you are certainly not a shame. You are brave and kind, and those are strengths that Father and our brothers will never understand."

Little Sanji's eyes fill with tears, a mix of confusion and longing. "But... how can I be strong without fighting them? How can I prove that I'm not weak?"

You don't have to prove anything to them, Sanji, Zoro's voice interjects, calm and steady. Prove it to yourself. Show yourself that you are strong by standing up for what you believe in.

Sanji takes a deep breath, drawing strength from Zoro's words. "You don't have to prove anything to them," he repeats. "I'm going to talk to Father. What he does is wrong. You aren't the problem, little Sanji. You are doing nothing wrong. Father is."

The child looks down, his small hands clenching and unclenching. "But he is going to punish me if I don't fight..."

"I know," Sanji says softly, lifting his younger self's chin to meet his gaze. "We got punished a lot... But that wasn't our fault. You said it yourself, nothing was fair. Let me handle father to protect you."

What do you want to do, Cook? Zoro's voice is steady, anchoring Sanji in the present.

"I want to face my father. Protect the little Sanji. Show him who was wrong and weak at that time," Sanji declares, his voice trembling with fear but also determination.

Don't be scared. I have you in my arms, you are on the Sunny, safe. And if this memory is too hard, you can go back to your safe place with the kid at any moment.

Sanji nods, feeling the warmth of Zoro's presence even in this dark place. He stands, taking his younger self's hand firmly. "Let's go see father," he says, his voice stronger now.

They walk through the courtyard, the oppressive weight of past memories pressing down on them. The towering figure of Judge Vinsmoke appears, his eyes cold and unfeeling. The sight sends a shiver down Sanji's spine, but he stands tall, his grip on little Sanji's hand tightening.

Judge's voice is as harsh as Sanji remembers. "What are you doing here, Sanji? Why aren't you fighting?"

Sanji takes a deep breath, stepping in front of his younger self protectively. "I'm here to tell you that what you did to me, to us, was wrong," he says, his voice steady. "You called me weak, a waste, a shame. But you were wrong. The weakness was in your cruelty. You mutilated four children in Mom’s belly. Look at them, three of them don't have a heart, can't love, can't be happy, and you let them beat to death the fourth one."

Judge's eyes narrow, his expression hardening. "You dare to defy me?"

Don't hold back anymore, tell him everything that's in your heart now.

Sanji feels a surge of emotion, years of suppressed pain and anger rising to the surface. "Yes, I dare," he replies, his voice trembling but fierce. "You took away our childhood, our innocence. You turned us into tools for your own ambitions, and in doing so, you destroyed everything that made us human."

Judge's face twists with disdain. "I made you stronger. I made you a warrior."

"You made us suffer," Sanji counters, his voice breaking. "You created monsters out of my brothers, and you tried to break me because I refused to be one. You called me weak, but I was the strongest because I held onto my humanity, my ability to feel, to care. You could never see that true strength lies in compassion, not in cruelty."

You're doing great, Sanji. Keep going. Let it all out.

Tears stream down Sanji's face, but he doesn't stop. "I am not a failure. I am not a waste. And I am not a shame. I am who I am despite you, not because of you. You took so much from me. You took my mom, my brothers, my sister, my name, my face, my freedom, my life... but you couldn't take away my heart. I am strong because I endured your torment and came out the other side with my soul intact."

Judge's expression falters for a moment, a flicker of something—perhaps doubt or realization—crossing his features before his cold mask returns. "You think you can stand here and lecture me? You are nothing without my training."

Little Sanji starts to cry, feeling hopeless, knowing there is no use. Judge will always have the last word. Sanji straightens, he grabs his inner child in his arms and stands tall. "I am everything without your training. I am a chef, a fighter, and a man who loves deeply. And I will protect the people I care about from people like you."

Let everything out, until you feel better, until your inner child feels safe. Don't be ashamed to cry, it's just you. You are here to set the record straight.

Sanji closes his eyes, the tears flowing freely now, mingling with his younger self's. He cries for the lost childhood, for the years of suffering, for the innocence stolen, for the pain he carries now. He cries for his mother, for the brothers he never truly knew, for the sister he couldn't have a relationship with. And as he cries, he feels the weight lifting, the darkness receding.

His inner child clings to him, feeling the strength and love pouring from his adult self. "I'm scared," little Sanji whispers, his voice small and fragile.

"I know," Sanji replies softly, pressing a kiss to the child's forehead. "But you are stronger than your fears. You see it yourself, that wasn't your fault, you weren't weak, and now we are... me."

Little Sanji looks up, eyes wide with a newfound understanding. "We survived," he murmurs, a hint of wonder in his voice.

Sanji nods, a small smile forming through his tears. "Yes, we did. And we became stronger, kinder, and more resilient because of it."

The child leans into him, drawing comfort from his words. "Thank you," he says softly, his voice filled with gratitude.

Do you want to keep going, Cook? Or do you want to go back to your safe place?

Sanji takes a deep breath, feeling the steady presence of Zoro grounding him. He looks down at his younger self, seeing the exhaustion and lingering fear in the child's eyes. "Let's go back to our safe place for now," he decides softly. "We can rest and regain our strength there."

Little Sanji nods, relief flooding his features. "Okay," he whispers, his small hand gripping Sanji's tightly.

As they step away from the maze, the oppressive weight of their past fades, replaced by the comforting warmth of their safe place. The gentle glow of sunlight filters through the surface of the ocean, casting a serene light on the room. The scent of saltwater and sea spray fills the air, a soothing reminder of the vast, boundless ocean that lies beyond.

Sanji settles onto the cozy nest of blankets and cushions, pulling his younger self into his lap. He holds the child close, feeling the steady rhythm of their shared heartbeat. "We'll face the maze again when we're ready," he promises softly. "But for now, let's rest."

Little Sanji snuggles into him, feeling safe and cherished. "Okay," he murmurs, his voice filled with trust and contentment.

Sanji takes a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his younger self still nestled in his arms, the residue of their shared journey lingering in his heart. Slowly, he begins to emerge from his meditative state, the transition from the comforting safe place to the reality of the Thousand Sunny's crow's nest gentle yet jarring. As he opens his eyes, the dim light of the room greets him, and he realizes he is still cradled in Zoro's embrace. The swordsman's strong arms around him are a lifeline, grounding him in the present moment. Sanji's chest tightens with emotion as he recalls everything—the pain, the healing, the love that surrounded him throughout.

Suddenly, tears spill from his eyes, silent and unbidden. The weight of his past, the release of emotions from confronting his trauma, and the overwhelming gratitude for Zoro flood through him all at once.

Sanji turns over and buries his face in Zoro's chest, clinging to him as if afraid the moment might slip away. Zoro tightens his grip, sensing Sanji's tears, "It's okay, Cook," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "Let it out."

Sanji shakes with silent sobs, allowing himself to fully feel and release the emotions that had been locked away for so long. Zoro strokes his hair gently, offering silent comfort and unwavering support. The gentle rocking of the ship, that affects the suspended bed and the cool night air through the open windows provide a backdrop to their intimate moment, a sanctuary where Sanji can finally let go.

"I'm here," Zoro whispers softly, guiding Sanji's face to rest against his neck. "I've got you.”

Sanji clings tightly to Zoro, burying his face deeper into Zoro's neck. His voice trembles with vulnerability as he speaks, his words a plea tinged with desperation.

"Zoro... hold me tight... please... I... uh... Don't leave me, please..."

Zoro's arms tighten around Sanji instinctively, pulling him even closer. He strokes Sanji's back soothingly, his touch a gentle reassurance amidst the turmoil of emotions.

"I'm not going anywhere," Zoro murmurs softly, his voice steady and unwavering. "I'm right here with you, my cook. Always."

Sanji's sobs come in waves, each one carrying a piece of the pain and fear he's carried for so long. Zoro remains patient and unwavering, his presence unwaveringly supportive. He presses a kiss to the top of Sanji's head, a silent gesture of tenderness and reassurance.

"I'm sorry," Sanji manages between sobs, his voice choked with emotion. "I... I didn't mean to... to break down like this."

Zoro shakes his head, his hand moving to gently cup Sanji's cheek, guiding his face up to meet his gaze. "There's no need to apologize," he says softly. "You're allowed to feel everything you're feeling. I'm here to hold you through it."

Sanji's breath hitches, overwhelmed by the depth of Zoro's understanding and acceptance. He wipes away Sanji's tears gently, his touch tender and caring. The night air carries a sense of tranquility, wrapping around them like a comforting blanket.

"You're strong, Sanji," Zoro whispers, his voice filled with pride. "You've faced so much, and you're still standing. I admire you more than you know. Take a deep breath now, try to calm down."

Sanji's tears gradually subside under Zoro's gentle touch and comforting words. He inhales deeply, the cool night air filling his lungs, bringing a sense of calmness to his racing emotions. Zoro continues to hold him close, his presence a steady anchor in the midst of Sanji's emotional storm.

"I... I never thought I could have the strength to face all of that," Sanji admits quietly, his voice still wavering with residual emotion. "Thank you for guiding me in the meditation to confront this."

Zoro smiles softly, his eyes reflecting understanding and pride. "You've always had the strength, Sanji," he says gently.

Sanji leans into Zoro's embrace, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and closeness. The weight of his past feels a little lighter, knowing that Zoro is there to support him through it all. They stay wrapped in each other's arms, Zoro gently pushing Sanji's bangs back and using a towel to wipe the sweat off his face and neck.

"H-hey Zoro... my love, can we kiss?" Sanji asks softly, his voice filled with vulnerability.

Zoro chuckles softly at the request, his smile warm and affectionate. "You don't have to ask, Lovecook," he replies tenderly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against Sanji's lips.

The kiss is soft and reassuring, a moment of shared intimacy that speaks volumes more than words ever could. Sanji melts into the kiss, feeling the warmth of Zoro's love enveloping him completely.

"My back hurts me a little..." Sanji whispers between kisses.

"No big surprise, you were so tense during the meditation. Turn on your stomach, I'll see what I can do."

Sanji nods silently, his eyes reflecting gratitude as he turns over onto his stomach. He exhales slowly, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to unwind under Zoro's skilled hands. The sensation of Zoro's touch, strong yet tender, sends waves of relief through him. Each kneading motion of Zoro's fingers seems to ease not just the physical strain but also the lingering echoes of his emotional journey. Zoro's hands work methodically, tracing the contours of Sanji's back with a practiced precision. He applies just the right amount of pressure, coaxing tight muscles to relax and release. With each stroke, Sanji feels himself sinking deeper into a state of calm, his mind clearing as the knots of stress loosen under Zoro's care.

"What time is it?" Sanji's voice was soft, hesitant, a flicker of duty lingering amidst his need for rest.

Zoro's hands paused briefly, his lips pressing a tender kiss between Sanji's shoulder blades before he answered. "Probably 4 or 5."

Sanji's brow furrowed slightly. "I have to go prepare breakfast for the crew."

Zoro's response was swift, firm, a touch of playful defiance in his tone. "No fucking way. The crew won't be mad if today you stay in bed and take care of yourself. You've been through a lot."

Sanji started to protest, his sense of duty tugging at him even in this moment of vulnerability. "But Zoro, this is—"

"You won't become useless if you take a day off," Zoro interrupted gently yet firmly. "Don't force me to tie you to this bed."

There was a hint of teasing in Zoro's words, an attempt to lighten the mood while also emphasizing his seriousness. Sanji couldn't help but chuckle softly despite himself, feeling a surge of warmth at Zoro's unwavering support.

"Okay," Sanji conceded finally, his voice tinged with gratitude. "No cooking for today."

Zoro smiled, his eyes soft with affection as he resumed the gentle massage of Sanji's back. "Now, relax and let me take care of you."

"But I like the idea of being tied on this bed one day." Sanji teases with a smile, not visible with the darkness of the room.

Zoro's fingers pause momentarily on Sanji's back, a faint chuckle escaping his lips at the playful tease. He resumes his touch, easing any remaining tension in Sanji's muscles with a soothing rhythm.

"We could still ask Franky about the BDSM tools," Zoro suggests, his voice laced with amusement.

Sanji lets out a huff of laughter mixed with exasperation. "If you ask anything to Franky, I'll boil you and fry your cock," he threatens playfully, his voice tinged with mock seriousness.

"Heh? Jeez, don't do that!" Zoro responds with a grin, his tone teasing and light-hearted.

They both chuckle softly, the earlier tension dissipating in the warmth of their banter. Moments like these, filled with playful exchanges and shared intimacy, anchor them in the comfort of their relationship. In the dimness of the room, surrounded by the gentle sounds of the ship and the calming touch of Zoro's hands, Sanji feels a deep sense of peace settle over him.

"Thanks, Zoro," Sanji murmurs softly, his voice carrying genuine appreciation.

Zoro leans down, pressing a tender kiss against Sanji's shoulder. "Always, Curly," he whispers affectionately, his voice a comforting presence in the quiet of the night.

"I don't think I can go back to sleep... if you want to sleep, it's okay, I promise I won't go cook."

Zoro lies down next to Sanji and positions himself on his elbow so that his hand holds his head.

"I got enough sleep too, I had 2-3 hours of sleep before being awake, it’s enough for me you know."

The atmosphere in the room is calm and intimate, their words exchanged in the hushed tones of late night confidences. Sanji's heart feels lighter now, the weight of his emotional journey lifted by Zoro's unwavering support. He gazes at Zoro with affection and gratitude.

"So what do we do?" Sanji asks softly, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness mixed with relief.

Zoro meets Sanji's gaze, his own expression reflecting a similar sense of contentment. He brushes a stray lock of hair from Sanji's forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring. "What do you want to do, Curly?"

Sanji smiles, feeling a warmth spread through him at Zoro's tender gesture. He shifts closer to Zoro, their bodies fitting comfortably together. "Talk, cuddle and kiss”

Zoro's eyes soften, and he nods with a soft smile. "Alright," he murmurs, his voice carrying a gentle warmth that matches the cozy atmosphere around them. He wraps his arms around Sanji, pulling him close so that their bodies fit together perfectly. Their foreheads touch, a silent reassurance that they're both here, together, in this moment of peace.

They settle into a comfortable silence, the only sound in the room the faint creaking of the ship and the soft murmur of their voices. Sanji feels a deep sense of calm wash over him as they share thoughts and memories, their conversation flowing effortlessly from one topic to the next. Sometimes they speak of their adventures on the seas, reminiscing about battles won and comrades lost. Other times, they talk about their dreams for the future, the places they want to visit, the dishes Sanji wants to cook, and the battles to come. Their voices are low and intimate, each word a thread weaving them closer together.

Zoro's hand moves soothingly over Sanji's back, tracing gentle circles that soothe the residual tension from earlier. The touch is a silent language of comfort and understanding, a physical manifestation of their unspoken bond. Sanji leans into the touch, his eyes closing briefly as he savors the warmth spreading through him. Occasionally, Zoro brushes a soft kiss against Sanji's temple, the top of his head, his lips or his neck, small gestures that speak volumes of his love and devotion. Each kiss is tender and deliberate, a reassurance that he's there, holding Sanji close in both body and heart.

With each exhale, Sanji felt a sliver of the past loosen its grip, replaced by the growing warmth of a future he dared to dream possible. Curled together in the quiet embrace of the night, Sanji knew he wasn't alone. With Zoro by his side, he was ready to face whatever came next.

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The gentle sway of the Thousand Sunny barely registers in Zoro's mind. Dawn cracks the horizon, painting the sky a soft orange, yet sleep remains elusive. The events of the night echo in his thoughts – Sanji's raw vulnerability, the tears that run down his neck, the trembling sobs that racked his body. It wasn't easy watching the man he loved wrestle with such demons. But Zoro had been there, a steady presence, a silent anchor in the storm of Sanji's emotions.

He glances at the suspended bed beside him. Sanji, finally, seems to be back in a peaceful sleep. The exhaustion etched on his face tells the story of a restless night, but a sliver of hope flickers within Zoro. They'd taken a step forward, a giant leap in facing Sanji's past. A low rumble stirs in Zoro's stomach, reminding him of his own neglected needs. He stretches, popping his knuckles with a satisfying crack, before quietly exiting the crow's nest. The galley, usually bustling with Sanji's pre-dawn activity, is eerily silent. He pushes open the door, the scent of freshly brewed coffee a welcome surprise. Nami, hair still messy from sleep, sips from a mug, her brow furrowed in concentration over a map spread on the table.

"Mornin', Zoro," she greets, peering at him over the rim of the mug. "You look like you could use some of this."

Zoro accepts the offered mug with a grunt of thanks, the warmth seeping into his chilled hands. "Where's Sanji?" Brook asks, his skull tilted in curiosity. The musician is perched on a stool at the counter, a mug of black tea warming his bony fingers. Usopp stumbles in next, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a yawn that stretches from ear to ear.

Zoro takes a sip of the coffee, he hesitates, then decides honesty is the best course. "Rough night for the Cook," he explains, his voice low. "He hasn't slept well, and—" He pauses, unsure how much to reveal.

Nami sets down her mug, her sharp eyes softening with understanding. "Nightmare again?" she asks gently.

Zoro nods, taking another long sip of coffee. "I convinced him to take the day off. We'll be feeding ourselves for breakfast today, crew."

Brook raises an eyebrow in surprise. "A day off for our cook? My, my, things must be serious, indeed. Hope he can rest."

Usopp's eyes widen. "But I can't cook! I can barely boil an egg without setting off the fire alarm!" he exclaims, his voice laced with panic.

Zoro chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. "Don't worry, we'll manage. We can all scramble some eggs, right? I'll help you Nami, you're probably the best cook out of the rest of us anyway."

Nami smirks, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "I just follow Sanji recipes and notes. If you know how to read, it's not too hard."

A cheer erupts from Luffy, who has just entered the galley, drawn by the commotion. "Food! What's for breakfast? Sanji I'm hungry! Huh? Where's Sanji?" His gaze darts around the room, searching for his favorite chef.

Luffy's energetic arrival throws the galley into a delightful chaos. Nami sighs dramatically, placing a hand on her hip. "Luffy, there's no Sanji today," she announces, her voice laced with mock despair.

Luffy's eyes widen in disbelief. "No Sanji? But who's gonna make breakfast?" he whines, his stomach growling on cue.

Zoro steps forward, a threatening grin splitting his face. "Luffy, we'll make you breakfast. But, if you ever ask a snack to the shitty-cook today, I'll make sure to throw you overboard."

Luffy's eyes widen even further, his rubbery body inflating in mock fear. "Whoa, Zoro! Relax! I won’t bother Sanji if he needs his rest!" he squeaks, his hand instinctively reaching for his straw hat.

Nami, barely suppressing a laugh at Zoro's theatrics, leans in to whisper to Brook, "Did you see the look on his face? He's practically radiating hearts! Zoro is whipped."

Brook chuckles, a dry rattle escaping his skull. "Indeed, Nami-san. Quite the lovesick swordsman we have on our hands. Though, I daresay it suits him." He winks with his visible eye socket, sending a shiver down Nami's spine.

Usopp, ever the eavesdropper, throws a playful smirk. "They practically spoon-feed each other at this point!"

Just then, Zoro's head whips towards them, a fierce blush erupting across his face. "Oi! I can hear you, stop that!" he roars, his gruff voice cracking slightly under the pressure of his flustered state.

Zoro's outburst sends a fresh wave of laughter through the galley. Nami wipes a tear from her eye, clutching her stomach. "Oh, Zoro, don't be so embarrassed! It's cute how much you care about him.”

But the laughter dies down as everyone remembers Sanji's absence. A heavy silence settles over the room, broken only by the sizzle of frying eggs. Nami clears her throat, a determined glint in her eyes. "Alright, enough of that. Sanji may not be here, but we can still make a decent breakfast for the crew. Let's do this."

Zoro nods, a newfound resolve hardening his features. "Right. Let's show that shitty cook what he's missing."

Just then, the galley door swings open, revealing Robin's calm presence. "Is there anything I can help with here?" she asks, taking in the scene with a knowing smile.

Nami throws her arms up in relief. "Robin, you're a lifesaver! We're trying to make breakfast, but apparently, none of us are quite as skilled as Sanji-kun.”

Robin raises an eyebrow playfully. "So, the mighty crew of the Thousand Sunny can't even handle a simple breakfast?”

The comment earns her a playful glare from Nami. "Hey, I can handle scramble eggs!"

Robin chuckles. "I'm sure you can, Nami. In the meantime, I'll handle prepping the vegetables."

The next hour descends into a controlled chaos. Nami barks orders, Zoro wrestles with a spatula that seems determined to betray him, with Usopp offering equally unhelpful commentary, Brook serenades them with a cheerful shanty, and Robin skillfully dices vegetables with a practiced hand. Luffy bounces around the room, his enthusiasm occasionally causing minor mishaps like knocking over a bowl of flour or tripping over Zoro's legs. They are finally joined by Chopper, Franky and Jimbe. The carpenter, a smile as big as redline itself, approaches Zoro. He throws his arm around Zoro's shoulder, his booming laugh shaking the galley floor.

“Enjoyed the bed, Zoro-bro?”

Zoro tenses, his grip tightening on the spatula. A blush creeps up his neck, threatening to erupt onto his cheeks. “It’s… solid.” He smirks.

Franky throws his head back and laughs, a hearty sound that fills the room. "Of course it is! I made sure of it, you guys are worth two billions, it must be… brutal!"

Nami throws a playful glare at Franky. "Leave Zoro alone, Franky. We have more important things to focus on, like not burning breakfast."

Franky raises his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, just messing with ya, Zoro-bro. But seriously," he leans in conspiratorially, "that new hammock is pretty fancy. Sanji must be living the good life up there."

Zoro glances towards the crow's nest, a flicker of concern crossing his features. Despite the playful banter, a silent understanding hangs in the air. Sanji's absence is a weight they all feel, but their focus remains on taking care of their crewmate, even from afar.

Just then, Brook strums a thoughtful chord on his guitar and sidles up to Zoro. "Speaking of Sanji, Zoro-san," he begins in a conspiratorial whisper, remembering their earlier conversation, "do you recall you confided in Jinbe-san and myself about some... private matters concerning Sanji?"

Zoro's grip tightens on the spatula, his cheeks burning a shade hotter than the sizzling bacon in the pan. Jeez, everyone on the crew speak so freely about their relationship now, "Yeah," he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "What about it?"

Brook smiles reassuringly, his skull tilting slightly. "Well," he continues, his voice dropping to an even lower register, "You guys seem to be preparing enough food for everyone, and it seems Sanji won't be joining us for breakfast. I suggest that you, should bring him his breakfast."

"Actually, Brook, I think that's a wonderful idea. Sanji is always the first one up, whipping up breakfast for everyone. I bet he's never had the luxury of someone bringing him breakfast in bed.” Robin declares with a soft smile.

Heat floods Zoro's face, the teasing glint in Robin's eyes makes him want to bury his head in the oven. But the thought of Sanji, weary and needing a moment of pampering, pushes him forward. With a determined grunt, he slams the spatula down on the counter.

"Fine," he grumbles, trying — and failing, to sound nonchalant. "I'll take him some food."

A cheer erupts from Nami, who's been busy plating the breakfast spread. "Nice, Zoro! Just make sure you don't burn the toast... again."

Zoro throws her a withering glare, but a secret smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Maybe, just maybe, bringing Sanji breakfast in bed wouldn't be so bad after all. Besides, the thought of seeing the surprise on his lover's face was a delicious reward in itself. He quickly piles a plate with scrambled eggs, a few slices of crispy bacon, and a steaming cup of black tea. Glancing at Brook, who winks suggestively, although he has no eyelid. With a determined puff of his chest, he marches towards the ladder leading up to the crow's nest, a blush warming his cheeks and a goofy grin threatening to split his face in two. He finally reaches the small platform, the salty sea breeze whipping at his face. He pushes open the hatch, and he is met with the gentle sway of the ship and the rhythmic snores emanating from the suspended hammock within. Sanji, his usually flame-colored hair a mess on the pillow, sleeps soundly. A small, fond smile tugs at Zoro's lips. He tiptoes closer, careful not to disturb his slumbering lover.

He places the tray on a nearby table, leans in, and begins to gently stroke Sanji's blonde hair. He leans closer and buries his nose in his hair, breathing in his familiar scent. "Cook..." he murmurs, his voice gruff but softened with affection, "Wake up, my cook, breakfast is served."

No response. Zoro starts to kiss just under Sanji's ear, the touch light and teasing. A muffled groan escapes the hammock, followed by a slow, sleep-muddled blinking of eyes. Sanji's gaze lands on Zoro, then flickers to the breakfast tray. For a moment, there's complete silence. Then, Sanji's eyes widen comically. His mouth gapes open in a silent scream, and a single tear rolls down his cheek.

"Zoro... you..." he croaks, his voice thick with emotion. "You brought me breakfast... in bed?"

Another tear follows, then another, until full-blown, operatic sobs rack Sanji's frame. He throws his arms over his face, his entire body shaking with exaggerated grief.

Zoro stares at him, dumbfounded. The goofy grin has evaporated, replaced by a look of utter confusion. "Sanji... what's wrong?" he asks hesitantly.

Sanji peeks at him through tear-filled eyes. "The inhumanity! The audacity! All these years, I've slaved away in that damned kitchen, and not once... not once has anyone brought me breakfast in bed!" he wails, his voice dripping with mock despair.

Zoro's jaw drops. He clenches his fists, a blush creeping up his neck. Is Sanji... making fun of him? "Hey! I went through all this trouble to bring you food, and you're just gonna yell at me?"

Sanji finally bursts out laughing, a rich, genuine sound that fills the crow's nest. He wipes away his tears, his face still creased with amusement. "Oh, Zoro, you're such a dope! You really thought I was crying?"

Zoro scoffs, but a small smile plays on his lips. Relief washes over him, warm and sweet. "Well, you certainly put on a good show, you jerk."

Sanji reaches out and grabs Zoro's hand, pulling him closer. "Alright, alright, I surrender. This breakfast in bed is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me," he admits, his voice softer now.

But before Zoro can reply, Sanji surprises him. With a playful glint in his eyes, he flips their positions, gently pushing Zoro onto the soft cushions of the hammock. Zoro lets out a surprised grunt, the breath momentarily knocked out of him. Sanji leans over him, his blonde hair cascading down like a golden curtain.

"The least I can do is return the favor, moss-head," he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper. And then, he kisses Zoro. It starts slow and tender, a sweet exploration of lips that taste of sleep and salt air. Zoro melts into the touch, his earlier annoyance forgotten. He wraps his arms around Sanji's waist, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

Sanji pulls back slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Looks like my second breakfast will have to wait," he says, his voice thick with desire. "I'm enjoying my first breakfast now..." he continues as he captures Zoro's lips again, this time with a surprising urgency. This kiss is different – passionate, a tangle of tongues and unspoken desires.

Zoro grabs a fistful of Sanji's hair, not roughly, but enough to pull him closer, deepening the kiss. A low growl escapes his throat, a sound both possessive and hungry. Sanji gasps against his lips, the sound swallowed by the intensity of the kiss. Their bodies press together, the hammock swaying gently beneath them. One of Zoro's hands travels down Sanji's back, sending a shiver through the cook. His fingers brush the soft skin of the cook, a silent question lingering in the air. Sanji understands. With a playful wink, he rubs his pelvis against Zoro's.

The kiss breaks, their breaths ragged and heated. Sanji leans his forehead against Zoro's, their chests rising and falling in sync. "The food can wait a bit longer, don't you think, Zoro?" he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper against Zoro's ear.

Zoro lets out a low rumble of agreement, his own voice thick with desire. He glances at the forgotten breakfast tray, a single corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. "Maybe," he concedes, his eyes lingering on Sanji's exposed skin. "But only if you promise to eat it later."

Sanji throws his head back and laughs, a delightful sound that fills the crow's nest. "I will, now let me love you, cactus face," he teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

A fire ignites in Zoro's eyes, a silent challenge accepted. He flips them both over again, pinning Sanji playfully to the hammock. "I’m all yours, my lovecook," he growls, his voice a husky rumble.

The playful mood takes a turn, their laughter replaced by a heated urgency. The gentle rocking of the hammock becomes a rhythm all its own, the salty breeze a forgotten whisper. As their lips meet again, the forgotten breakfast becomes a distant memory, their stolen moment taking on a new intensity.

The afternoon sun dips towards the horizon, casting long shadows across the Thousand Sunny's deck. Sanji, finally shaking off the lingering drowsiness of their morning hot encounter with Zoro, straightens his pristine black suit and takes a deep breath. He isn't nervous, not exactly. More like steeling himself. He straightens his tie for the third time in as many minutes, battling the uncharacteristic shyness that grips him. Taking a deep breath, he raps on the door.

"Come in!" Chopper's cheerful voice echoes from within.

Sanji pushes open the door to find the young doctor hunched over his desk, surrounded by stacks of medical journals. Chopper looks up, his eyes widening in surprise. "Sanji! I'm happy to see you there!"

Sanji forces a smile, the gesture not quite reaching his eyes. "Chopper, I... I need to talk about something." He hesitates, then gestures vaguely towards a chair. "Do you mind if I sit?"

Chopper's brow furrows slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his furry face. "Of course, Sanji. Please, sit down." He gestures to the chair, his usual boundless energy dampened by Sanji's demeanor.

Sanji sinks into the chair, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the armrest. "It's about my book," he finally blurts out, the words tumbling out in a rush. He quickly clarifies, "I bought it on the previous Island, the title is 'Confronting the Shadows: Understanding and Managing Nightmares and Flashbacks'."

Chopper's eyes widen further in recognition. "Yes," Chopper says gently. "What about it?"

Sanji takes another deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's a section... about EMDR." His cheeks burn with a sudden flush.

Chopper knows what EMDR is – Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing, a form of therapy used to treat trauma. He's also well aware about Sanji's troubled past and the nightmares that plague him. A wave of empathy washes over Chopper. Sanji, the fiery cook who rarely backs down from a challenge, is clearly battling an inner war. Here, in this tiny medical bay, Sanji has finally lowered his guard.

"Why do you ask about EMDR, Sanji?" Chopper inquires softly.

Sanji hesitates, his gaze dropping to his lap. Shame gnaws at him, the vulnerability terrifying. But the image of the book, filled with hope and the promise of healing, spurs him on.

"Those nightmares..." he begins, his voice thick with emotion. "They're still there, you know..." He looks up at Chopper, his eyes pleading. "Do you think EMDR could help? Do you know how to do it?"

Chopper's heart clenches for his friend. He leans forward, his brow furrowed in concern. "Sanji," "Sanji, don't come at me implying that I can do everything, your compliments mean nothing to me, you bastard!" he said while waddling, his cheeks flushed. "But yes, EMDR is actually something I can help you with."

Sanji's head snaps up, surprise replacing disappointment in his eyes. "You can?" he asks, a flicker of hope rekindled.

Chopper nods. "During my training with Doctorine, I learned a lot about human psychology and therapeutic techniques. EMDR is a safe and effective way to deal with trauma and nightmares, and I've had some success using it with some people during my two years of training, in non-medical situations."

A wary curiosity replaces the initial surprise on Sanji's face. "Non-medical situations, huh?" he mutters, his gaze flickering around the room before landing back on Chopper. "You think you could... do it on me?”

Chopper leans back in his chair, considering Sanji's question. "Well," he begins cautiously, "a full EMDR session would typically be conducted by a licensed therapist. But the core aspects involve guided visualization and eye movements, which I can definitely facilitate. Of course," he adds quickly, "it wouldn't be a complete replacement for professional therapy, but it could be a good starting point to see if EMDR is right for you."

Sanji taps his fingers thoughtfully on the armrest. The idea is unorthodox, Chopper performing a complex therapy in the confines of the medical bay. Yet, the desperation for relief from the relentless nightmares wars with his skepticism.

"Would it..." he begins hesitantly, "be safe? I mean, messing around with someone's memories sounds..."

"Completely understandable," Chopper interrupts, his voice gentle. "EMDR is a very safe and controlled process. I would never do anything that could put you at risk. We would go at your pace, and you would be in complete control throughout the session."

Sanji stares at Chopper, his mind racing. The image of the book with its promise of healing flickers in his memory. The alternative – another night lost to the clutches of nightmares – seems unbearable.

He takes a deep breath, his voice barely a whisper. "Alright, Chopper," he says, a flicker of determination replacing his doubt. "Let's give it a shot."

A relieved smile spreads across Chopper's face. "Great!" he exclaims, his earlier goofiness replaced by a professional demeanor. "Make yourself comfortable," he says, gesturing towards the reclining chair in the corner of the medical bay. "And remember, Sanji," he adds, his voice warm and reassuring, "you're not alone in this."

Sanji hesitates, shuffling his feet nervously. The vulnerability of the situation hits him full force. "There's just... one thing," he mumbles, his cheeks burning a bright red.

Chopper tilts his head, his brow furrowed in concern. "What is it, Sanji?"

Sanji takes another deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "I haven't... I haven't really talked about this with anyone. Except..." He trails off, unable to meet Chopper's gaze.

Chopper understands immediately. Sanji, the fiercely independent cook who rarely showed weakness, was about to expose the most fragile part of himself. "Except Zoro?" he prompts gently.

Sanji nods, a flicker of warmth crossing his eyes despite his embarrassment. "Yeah. Zoro... he knows some things."

Chopper reaches out and places a comforting paw on Sanji's shoulder. "It's okay, Sanji. I swear to you that I well never repeat to anyone what you are going to say to me. Even Luffy under a silly captain’s order. We'll take it slow, okay? And if at any point you feel uncomfortable, you just say the word. We can stop whenever you need."

Sanji looks up at Chopper, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination. He sees genuine concern and support in the little doctor's gaze. For the first time in a long time, a flicker of hope ignites within him.

"Alright, Chopper," he says, his voice a shaky whisper. "Let's do this."

Chopper nods, his smile warm and encouraging. "Great! Now, get comfortable," he instructs, gesturing towards the reclining chair. "Close your eyes, and focus on my voice."

Sanji slowly lowers himself into the chair, his heart pounding in his chest. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. The medical bay fades away, replaced by the anticipation of the unknown. A small part of him dreads the journey ahead, but a larger part craves the healing it might bring. With Chopper by his side, Sanji is finally ready to confront the shadows of the past.

Chopper's voice, calm and soothing, washes over Sanji. "Alright, Sanji," he begins, "I want you to think about a specific memory, a time when you felt particularly weak and overwhelmed by a situation."

Sanji's breath hitches. Memories flood his mind, a torrent of pain and humiliation. He focuses on the first vivid one he can remember, a searing brand on his young soul. He is a wisp of a boy, barely six years old, standing in the sterile training room of his childhood. His three brothers, already honed and fierce, loom around him,

"Look at him," Sanji almost hears Ichiji sneer, his voice dripping with disdain. "Crying like a baby again. What a waste of a Vinsmoke."

Sanji's father, Judge, a figure of cold authority, stands before him. His voice, devoid of any warmth, echoes in Sanji's mind. "You are weak, Sanji. A stain on the Vinsmoke name. You will never be a true warrior."

The memory plays out with agonizing clarity. The sting of tears on his cheeks, the echoing laughter of his brothers, the crushing weight of his father's words. Shame, a hot, suffocating feeling, wraps around him like a vice.

Chopper's voice breaks through the scene, gentle yet firm. "Focus on that feeling, Sanji. The shame, the weakness. Describe it to me."

Sanji swallows a lump in his throat, his voice tight. "It's... it's like a lead weight in my stomach. Dragging me down, making it hard to breathe."

Chopper nods, his brow furrowed in concern. "Good," he says gently. "Now, imagine a safe place. A place where you feel calm and secure. It could be anywhere, real or imagined."

Sanji closes his eyes tighter, picturing the safe place he created with Zoro with meditation – a gentle beach bathed in golden sunlight, the scent of good food and fishes carried on a warm breeze. He almost feels the warm sand beneath his bare feet, the sound of the waves nearby.

"You're in your safe place now, Sanji," Chopper's voice soothes. "Focus on the calmness, the peace. Now, while you're here, I want you to open your eyes and to slowly move your eyes back and forth, following my paw."

Chopper slowly begins waving his paw back and forth in front of Sanji. As Sanji's eyes follow the movement, the memory of the training room flickers, its intensity lessening slightly. He clings to the image of the beach, the weight in his stomach loosening its grip ever so slightly.

The session continues, a slow, rhythmic dance between the sterile medical bay and the vivid memory. With each back-and-forth movement of Chopper's paw, Sanji delves deeper into the memory, each time detaching a little more from the raw pain. He describes the scene in fragments, the metallic clang of training equipment echoing in his mind, the sting of sweat in his eyes, the searing words of his father replaying like a broken record. But with each description, the memory loses some of its power. The shame, while still present, feels less suffocating, a dull ache rather than a scorching brand. The image of the beach with Zoro grows stronger, a beacon of warmth and acceptance in the darkness. He can almost hear Zoro's gruff but reassuring voice, a comforting murmur against the roar of the waves.

Suddenly, a new detail emerges – a flicker of defiance in his six-year-old self. He remembers clenching his fists, a spark of rebellion igniting within him. It was small, a fleeting moment, but the memory of it feels like a lifeline.

Chopper notices the shift in Sanji's voice. "Interesting," he says softly. "Tell me more about that feeling, Sanji. The defiance you just mentioned."

Sanji hesitates, surprised by the unexpected turn. He hadn't even realized he'd remembered that detail. "It's... it's like a tiny flame flickering in the darkness," he explains, his voice gaining a hint of strength. "Small, but refusing to be extinguished."

Chopper smiles encouragingly. "That's good, Sanji. Even a small flame can grow with time. Focus on that feeling, the defiance, the will to fight back."

The session continues, the memory of the training room fading further into the background. Sanji continues to describe fragments – the sting of tears drying on his cheeks, the resolute set of his jaw, the image of his brothers' surprised expressions when he refused to back down entirely.

With each wave of Chopper's paw, the memory loses its hold. The hot knot of shame in Sanji's stomach loosens further, replaced by a newfound sense of self-worth. The beach with Zoro becomes his anchor, a reminder that he wasn't always defined by his past.

Finally, after what feels like an hour, though it's only been thirty minutes, Chopper gently brings Sanji back to the present. "Alright, Sanji," he says softly. "We should stop for now."

Sanji blinks, the sterile white of the medical bay coming back into focus. He feels drained, emotionally raw, but a strange lightness accompanies the exhaustion. The memory of the training room is still there, but it feels distant, its power diminished. He looks at Chopper, a flicker of gratitude and something more – a spark of hope – shining in his eyes.

"How do you feel?" Chopper asks, his voice laced with concern.

A wave of dizziness washes over Sanji as he surfaces back into the present. His body feels heavy, weighed down by the emotional dredging of the session. His muscles ache, a dull throb echoing the tension he held throughout the memory. His eyes sting with unshed tears, a testament to the raw vulnerability he exposed. Yet, beneath the exhaustion, a strange lightness blooms in his chest. It's a feeling he can't quite describe, a subtle shift in his emotional landscape. The suffocating weight of shame that has plagued him for years feels loosened, replaced by a dull ache. It's still there, a reminder of the past, but its grip is weaker.

As Chopper's question hangs in the air, Sanji struggles to find the words. "It's... strange," he finally manages, his voice hoarse. "Like a storm just passed through, leaving behind a bruised sky but... a sliver of sunshine peeking through the clouds." He closes his eyes for a moment, picturing the image of the beach with Zoro again. The warm sand beneath his feet feels more real than the sterile medical cot, the scent of salt air stronger than the antiseptic tang of the bay. A shaky breath escapes his lips. "It hurts," he admits, voice barely a whisper. "But... I don't feel so trapped anymore. It's like there's a way out, a path forward."

A flicker of determination joins the spark of hope in Sanji's eyes. He looks at Chopper, a silent thank you conveyed in the warmth of his gaze. This session has been a turning point, a crack in the dam of his emotional turmoil. He knows the road ahead will be long, but for the first time in a long time, he feels a glimmer of hope that he can heal, that he can rewrite his narrative, and emerge stronger on the other side.

Chopper, his heart swelling with empathy, can't help but react impulsively. With a soft thump, he leaps onto Sanji's lap, offering a furry embrace. "There, there, Sanji," he coos, his voice laced with concern.

Sanji lets out a startled yelp, momentarily surprised by the sudden cuddle attack. But a moment later, a small, genuine smile touches his lips. He wraps his arms around Chopper, finding comfort in the warmth of his little friend.

"Thanks, Chopper," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "That... that actually feels kinda nice."

Chopper pulls back slightly, his eyes shining with encouragement. "Of course it does, you idiot! And don't forget," he adds, his voice firm despite his small stature, "we can do this again anytime you're ready. There are probably lots of other 'souvenirs' you want to deal with, and I'm here for you every step of the way."

A wave of gratitude washes over Sanji. Chopper, his loyal friend and unexpected therapist, has offered him a lifeline. The path ahead may be challenging, but with Chopper by his side, Sanji knows he can face it. He takes a deep breath.

"Do you want candies?" Sanji asks with a smile, knowing how much Chopper like something sweet.

Chopper's eyes widen at Sanji's question. He can't help but let out a delighted squeak. "Really?! You mean it?!" He bounces in Sanji's lap, barely containing his excitement.

Sanji chuckles, a genuine laugh that warms the sterile room. "Of course, you little furball. You helped me a lot today. Least I can do is offer you a sweet reward."

Chopper throws his tiny arms around Sanji's neck in a furry hug. "You're the best, Sanji!" he exclaims, his voice muffled against Sanji's shoulder.

Sanji smiles, pulling back and ruffling Chopper's fur playfully. "Alright, alright, calm down before you knock me over again. Let me get you some candy, you deserve them. You used a lot of brainpower today, little doctor."

Sanji rummages through the drawers of the galley, a grin still playing on his lips. He emerges with a small bag of gummy bears, their sugary scent a welcome contrast to the sterile environment.

"Here you go, Chopper," Sanji says, holding out the bag. Chopper practically snatches it from his hand, his eyes sparkling with delight.

"Thanks, Sanji!" he chirps, already popping a gummy bear into his mouth. Sanji watches him chew with a smile, a warmth spreading through his chest.

"You were amazing today, Chopper," Sanji says sincerely. "I don't know what I would've done without you."

Chopper beams back at him, his mouth full of gummy candy. "That's what friends are for, Sanji!" he mumbles around the mouthful.

Sanji pats Chopper's head affectionately before turning towards the exit of the galley. Stepping out onto the deck, a cool breeze washes over him, carrying the salty tang of the sea. He takes a deep breath, the fresh air filling his lungs. But as he inhales, a wave of dizziness washes over him. His legs feel heavy, and a dull ache throbs in his temples. The emotional intensity of the session hits him with a delayed force. Memories flicker at the edges of his mind, fragments of the training room intermingling with the image of the safe haven beach.

He leans against the railing of the ship, closing his eyes for a moment. The physical response to the EMDR is undeniable – fatigue settling in his muscles, a faint tremor in his hands. But beneath the exhaustion, there's a strange lightness, a sense of release. It's like a knot has loosened in his chest, allowing him to breathe a little easier. He opens his eyes, gazing out at the vast expanse of the ocean. The setting sun paints the sky in a kaleidoscope of colors, orange, pink, and purple bleeding into the deep blue. It's a breathtaking sight, and for a moment, Sanji simply allows himself to be present, to experience the beauty of the world around him. Sanji pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, the familiar weight a grounding presence amidst the emotional aftershock. He lights one with a practiced flick of his lighter, inhaling the smoke deeply. The nicotine calms his jittery nerves, a temporary antidote to the emotional rollercoaster he's just been on. The fatigue from the EMDR session settles in heavily. His eyelids droop, and the ache in his temples intensifies. He knows he needs rest, but a restless energy courses through him too. Maybe some company would help.

With a determined gait, Sanji makes his way to the back of the ship, a familiar figure drawing him in. There, sprawled out on the deck, is Zoro, fast asleep. The setting sun casts an orange glow on his face, highlighting the peaceful curve of his lips and the way his chest rises and falls with each steady breath. Sanji can't help but be captivated. Even in sleep, Zoro exudes a raw magnetism that makes Sanji's heart skip a beat. His gaze lingers on Zoro's bare chest, the defined planes of his pectorals exposed by his unbuttoned shirt. A familiar heat rises in Sanji's cheeks.

Ignoring the traitorous flutter in his stomach, Sanji sighs dramatically. "Honestly, how can you sleep through all this beauty?" he mutters, gesturing at the breathtaking sunset with his free hand.

The question goes unanswered, of course. But as Sanji contemplates Zoro's serene form, a mischievous glint sparks in his eyes. The fatigue might be real, but so is the urge for some playful intimacy. Before Zoro can stir, Sanji lowers himself to the ground, his head landing with a soft thud right on Zoro's chest. He closes his eyes, inhaling the familiar scent of sweat, salt, and something uniquely Zoro that always grounds him.

"Oi, Cook," Zoro mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. "What are you doing?"

Sanji nuzzles closer, a tired smile playing on his lips. "Just borrowing your amazing pecs as a pillow, moss-head," he mumbles back, his voice laced with exhaustion.

Zoro lets out a soft snort, the sound vibrating through his chest and sending a pleasant shiver down Sanji's spine. Despite the annoyance in Zoro's voice, Sanji can feel the shift in his breathing – a subtle change that tells him Zoro isn't truly bothered.

"Alright, alright," Zoro grumbles, one arm wrapping loosely around Sanji's back. "Just don't drool on me, cook."

Sanji wraps his fingers around the edge of Zoro's shirt, clinging to the familiar fabric like a lifeline. Maybe it's the vulnerability he exposed during the session, or maybe it's the simple comfort of Zoro's presence, but Sanji feels a sudden urge to share his experience.

"Hey, Zoro," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. "I did this thing called EMDR today... with Chopper." He trails off, unsure how much to reveal, how much Zoro would even care.

But before he can retreat further, a deep rumble vibrates through Zoro's chest. "EMDR?" Zoro mumbles, his eyes still closed. "Sounds like some fancy doctor stuff."

Sanji lets out a surprised laugh. He hadn't expected Zoro to even be awake. "Well, it kind of is," he admits. He hesitates again, then continues in a hushed tone, "It's a way to deal with... bad memories."

Silence stretches between them for a moment. Then, Zoro speaks again, his voice gruff but gentle. "You alright, Sanji?"

Sanji closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. The weight of the session presses down on him again, but this time, it feels lighter, shared. "I guess I am. Tired, but ... I should be okay. Just a bit needy, that's why I was looking for you."

A comfortable silence settles between them, punctuated only by the rhythmic creaking of the ship and the distant call of a seabird. Sanji lets himself drift, the exhaustion from the session pulling at his eyelids. The warmth radiating from Zoro's body and the gentle rise and fall of his chest lull him into a state of drowsy contentment.

Suddenly, Zoro's voice breaks the silence. "You wanna talk about it, Curly-brow?" His voice is low and gravelly, but laced with a surprising tenderness.

Sanji cracks open one eye, surprised by the question. It wasn't often Zoro ventured into the realm of emotions, but the concern in his voice is unmistakable. He hesitates, unsure if he has the energy to delve back into the memories he'd just dredged up.

"Maybe a little," Sanji finally admits, his voice barely a whisper. "I had to share and revived a memory with Chopper, then he could used the EMDR technique on me.” Sanji sighs softly, the weight of the memory a dull ache in his chest. "It was... rough, Zoro. We went back to that training room, you know, the one from when I was a kid."

Zoro's grip tightens around him ever so slightly. Sanji can practically feel the question hovering in the air, unspoken but clear. He takes a deep breath, surprised at how much easier it is to talk about it now, with Zoro's warmth a grounding presence beneath him.

"There was a lot of shame," Sanji continues, his voice a low murmur. "The feeling of being weak, worthless... like I could never live up to their expectations." He pauses, his throat tightening. "But there was also defiance, a tiny spark that refused to be extinguished." He closes his eyes for a moment, the memory flickering before him. He sees his six-year-old self, fists clenched, a flicker of rebellion in his eyes. It's a small detail, but it feels like a lifeline. "Chopper helped me focus on that feeling," Sanji says, his voice stronger now. "The will to fight back. And somehow... it feels different now. The shame is still there, but it doesn't hold the same power over me."

He opens his eyes, gazing up at the star-studded sky. A cool breeze washes over them, carrying the salty scent of the sea. "It's like a storm just passed through," he says, searching for the right words. "There's still damage, but... there's also a sliver of sunshine peeking through the clouds." Zoro doesn't say anything, but Sanji can feel the shift in his breathing. He knows Zoro is listening, absorbing his words. And that, in itself, is a comfort. He snuggles closer, the exhaustion from the session finally winning over him. "Thanks, Zoro," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. "For being here."

Zoro remains silent for a moment, then a barely audible rumble escapes his chest. "Always, dumbass," he mutters, his voice gruff but filled with affection. He tightens his arm around Sanji, a silent promise of unwavering support. "You're my cook, after all."

A sleepy smile graces Sanji's lips at Zoro's gruff words. Here was Zoro, ever the swordsman, expressing his unwavering support in the only way he knew how. The weight of the session, the emotional dredging, still lingered, but it felt lighter now, shared with Zoro. He closes his eyes again, snuggling deeper into Zoro's warmth. The exhaustion from the session is a heavy blanket, pulling him towards sleep. But before he completely drifts off, a hesitant question forms on his lips.

"Zoro?" he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

Zoro's arm tightens around him possessively. "Yeah?" His voice is low and rough, a comforting rumble in Sanji's ear.

Sanji hesitates again, a blush creeping up his neck despite the fatigue. This wasn't something he usually did, asking for affection so openly. But with Zoro's warmth enveloping him, with the vulnerability he'd exposed during the session, the words tumble out before he can stop them.

"Do you mind...?" Sanji trails off, unsure how to phrase the question. "Would it be okay if... you just...?"

He leaves the sentence hanging, a mixture of shyness and exhaustion making it difficult to articulate his desire. But Zoro, ever perceptive despite his gruff exterior, seems to understand.

A soft chuckle escapes Zoro's lips. "Needy, huh, cook?" His voice is laced with amusement, but there's a warmth in his tone that sends a shiver down Sanji's spine.

Sanji manages a weak nod, burying his face further into Zoro's chest. He can feel Zoro's smile against his temple, a silent confirmation that understands. Without another word, Zoro's large hand begins to gently stroke Sanji's hair, his fingers brushing against his scalp in a soothing rhythm. The simple touch is a balm to Sanji's soul, a quiet reassurance that washes away the lingering anxieties of the session. Sleep claims Sanji swiftly, the rhythmic caress of Zoro's hand and the gentle rise and fall of his chest a potent lullaby. Zoro watches him for a moment, a tender smile gracing his lips. He can't help but marvel at the vulnerability Sanji has shown today, a glimpse into the emotional turmoil that has haunted him for so long. Zoro brushes a stray hair from Sanji's forehead, a silent promise hanging in the air. He will be there for Sanji, every step of the way. Then, with a sigh, he lets his own exhaustion take hold, leaning back against the deck with Sanji nestled comfortably against his muscular chest.

Sanji stretches languidly, the sleep remnants clinging to him like spider webs. He still feels this soft comfort under his cheek and the smell of Zoro that invades his nostrils. He looks up and notices that Zoro is awake, looking at the starry sky, an arm still wedged in his back. A smile tugs at Sanji's lips. Even in repose, Zoro exudes a raw magnetism that makes Sanji's heart skip a beat.

"Oi, cook, finally awake ?" Zoro grunts, though there's no real annoyance in his voice. "Looks like dinner's ready."

Sanji's stomach rumbles in agreement. He hadn't realized how deeply the EMDR session had drained him, both emotionally and physically. Still, a familiar warmth blooms in his chest as he notices a lively scene unfolding on the deck below. The crew gathers around a makeshift table on the grass, laughter and the clatter of silverware filling the air. Nami and Jimbe are bringing big bowlers, filled with a simple but enticing meal of fresh pasta. The aroma of garlic and herbs wafts upwards, making Sanji's mouth water.

"Oi, Zoro! Sanji!" Usopp's voice shrieks from the deck below. "Get down here before Luffy inhales everything!"

Sanji hops to his feet with surprising agility, considering the emotional rollercoaster of the day. "Coming, Usopp! Don't worry, I won't let Luffy become a human spaghetti vacuum!" he yells back, a playful glint in his eye.

He glances at Zoro, who's already on his feet, stretching languidly. "Race you?" Sanji challenges with a smirk.

Zoro smirks back. "Always gotta show off, huh, cook?" He takes off at a surprising burst of speed, leaving Sanji momentarily speechless.

"Hey, no fair!" Sanji shouts, a laugh escaping his lips as he tears after Zoro. The playful competition ignites a familiar spark in his chest, pushing him to move faster than he thought possible. They reach the makeshift table neck and neck, both skidding to a halt in a shower of grass.

"Looks like a tie, moss-head!" Sanji declares, chest heaving with exertion.

Zoro lets out a huff of amusement. "Lucky you weren't carrying a plate of food, cook. You'd be a walking disaster."

"Says the one who trips over his own swords," Sanji shoots back playfully.

The crew watches their exchange with a mix of amusement and exasperation. Luffy, with a noodle dangling from his mouth, grins widely at the sight of Sanji and Zoro arriving together. "Hey, you two! Took you long enough! Thought you were gonna leave all the food to me!”

Nami chuckles, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yeah, what were you two doing up there anyway? Sharing a romantic moment under the stars?"

Sanji feels a flush creeping up his neck, and he quickly glances at Zoro, who merely rolls his eyes. "As if, witch," Zoro mutters, but there's no heat in his words.

Robin, always observant, smiles knowingly. "It's nice to see you two getting along so well. Very... cozy."

Franky joins in with a booming laugh. "Super cozy, you mean! Like two pieces of a puzzle!"

Chopper, wide-eyed and innocent, looks between the swordsman and the cook. "Do you really think they're like a puzzle?"

"Yeah, like a love puzzle!" Usopp chimes in, nudging Chopper with his elbow.

Sanji's blush deepens, and he fumbles with his words. "Oi, oi, enough with the jokes. Can't a guy just share a meal without all this teasing?"

"Sure, sure," Brook says, strumming a playful tune on his violin. "But you two do make quite the pair. Soulmates, even!"

Luffy, already shoveling pasta into his mouth, pauses for a second, then declares, "I'm happy that Zoro and Sanji loves each other. I even saw them kissing, with the tongue, shishishishi!”

Sanji's face turns a deep shade of crimson, his eyes wide with shock. "L-Luffy! You idiot! That's not something you just blurt out!"

Zoro groans, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Damn it, Luffy. Keep your mouth shut when you're eating."

Franky, oblivious to the tension, leans forward with a dramatic sigh. "What, you saw them kiss and I didn't! This is unfair..." he pouts, way too addicted to romance despite his tough exterior.

Sanji's blush intensifies, and he shoots Franky a bewildered look. "Oi, Franky! Don't encourage him!"

Franky chuckles, flexing his muscles. "What can I say? I'm a sucker for a good love story. Especially when it involves my nakama!"

Nami grins, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Looks like we've got our own little soap opera on the Sunny."

Usopp nods eagerly, adding, "Yeah, it's like living in one of those romance novels Robin reads!"

Robin raises an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "Perhaps I should start writing one, then. 'The Love Tale of the Cook and the Swordsman.' It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

Sanji groans, covering his face with his hands. "Why me? Why do I have to be the center of your jokes?"

Just then, Franky throws a wrench into the works. "I want to see a kiss!" he bellows, his eyes wide with excitement.

Brook, ever the gentleman, of the undead variety, chimes in with a flourish. "I second that notion! A public display of affection would be most delightful!"

Zoro and Sanji, as if on cue, both bark a resounding "NO!" at the same time. The synchronized outburst throws the crew into another fit of laughter.

Nami, seizing the opportunity for a little playful manipulation, leans forward with a sly grin. "Zoro," she purrs, "feeling a bit shy about showing your love for Sanji-kun? Perhaps I could, oh I don't know, lower your debt to me for a signicant amount if you were to... indulge us with a little public display of affection?"

Sanji sputters, his face turning the color of a ripe tomato. "Nami-san, your innocent eyes don’t need to see that!" he yelps, caught between outrage and a strange sense of anticipation that bubbles in his stomach. Zoro, on the other hand, seems to be considering the offer. He rubs his chin thoughtfully, so Sanji kicks him on the head, “DON’T CONSIDERING IT, YOU STUPID SWORDSMAN!”

Zoro winces, rubbing his abused head. "Oi, cook, you aren’t funny!" he grumbles, though a hint of a smile plays on his lips. He glances at Nami, who's still sporting a mischievous smirk. "The witch’s deal is good.”

Sanji's jaw drops. The nerve of this moss-head! "Like I'll let you to kiss me in front of everybody for a measly amount!" he shouts, his cheeks burning even brighter.

"She said for a significant amount..."

The crew erupts in fresh peals of laughter. Luffy, ever the simple soul, declares, "Just kiss already! Stop arguing!"

"Yeah kiss!" Chopper says too, just following Luffy with innocence.

Nami's smirk widens as the crew joins in, their playful taunts echoing across the deck. Sanji throws his hands up in exasperation, a flustered yell escaping his lips. "This is a conspiracy! You're all ganging up on me!"

Robin steps in, ever the voice of reason. "Perhaps," she suggests, "we should table this discussion for another time. Sanji and Zoro clearly need a moment to... compose themselves."

Sanji lets out a grateful sigh. "Thank you, Robin-chan," he mutters, burying his face in his hands for a dramatic moment before peeking out with a sheepish grin. "Besides, the real stars of the show tonight are Nami and Jimbe! This pasta is incredible."

The crew readily agrees, Nami basking in the praise and Jimbe offering a humble bow of appreciation. The conversation steers back towards the meal, filled with lighthearted chatter and playful stories. Luffy, ever the embodiment of simple joy, shovels another heaping helping of pasta into his mouth, a satisfied grin plastered across his face.

Sanji stands beside his bunk, the soft glow of the ship's lantern casting long shadows across the cramped cabin. Dressed in a simple sleeping shirt and loose pants, he runs a hand through his hair, his brow furrowed in thought. The day's events replay in his mind – the crew's teasing and the raw vulnerability he exposed during his EMDR session. He lets out a tired sigh, the weight of the day settling on his shoulders. Sleep beckons, yet a restlessness lingers within him. Just as he's about to climb into his bunk, a small figure appears in the doorway.

"Sanji?" Luffy whispers, his straw hat tilted at a curious angle. Chopper and Usopp are already fast asleep in their bunks, their rhythmic snores filling the quiet cabin.

Sanji glances at Luffy, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Just turning in, Luffy," he says softly. "What are you still doing up?"

Luffy pads closer, his bare feet silent on the wooden floor. "Not tired yet, you okay?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. "You seem kinda… lost."

Sanji hesitates. He doesn't want to unload his emotional baggage on Luffy, especially considering the boy's carefree nature. But Luffy's genuine concern hangs heavy in the air, a silent invitation to confide.

"It's been a deep dive today, Luffy," he admits finally, his voice barely a whisper. The EMDR session had forced him to confront some buried emotions, leaving him feeling raw and exposed.

Luffy approaches him and once again, naturally, he wraps his arms around him. "Are you scared to have a nightmare if you go to sleep? I can sleep with you if you want!" The rubber man says with a smile.

Luffy's hug, though small and unassuming, offered a warmth that spread through Sanji like a comforting wave. A part of him wanted to curl up in the embrace and let Luffy's carefree spirit chase away the lingering shadows.

"Thanks, Luffy," Sanji murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. The thought of having Luffy by his side as he drifted off to sleep was strangely comforting. But there was a hesitation too. He didn't want to burden the young captain with his baggage.

"I appreciate it," he continues, gently disentangling himself from the hug. "But you need your rest. You're the captain, after all."

Luffy tilts his head, "True, I'm the captain, and my role is to make sure that you are okay."

Sanji glances around the cabin, taking in the peaceful scene of his sleeping crew. These were his people, his anchor in the storm. "Maybe talking about it will help," he mutters more to himself than to Luffy. He looks back at Luffy and pats his bunk to invite his captain to jump in it with him.

Luffy, ever the perceptive captain, picks up on Sanji's unspoken invitation. With a grin, he climbs onto the bunk, bouncing slightly on the thin mattress. He settles in next to Sanji, their shoulders brushing.

"So," Luffy starts, his voice hushed, "what's bothering you?"

Sanji hesitates, unsure where to begin. He takes a deep breath and lets out a slow exhale. "It's a lot to unpack, Luffy," he admits. "Today brought up some stuff from the past... things I haven't dealt with in a long time."

Luffy nods, his straw hat casting a shadow over his big, curious eyes. "Like what?"

Sanji chooses his words carefully. "Let's just say... there were times when things were tough for me. Times when I felt alone and scared." His voice is barely a whisper, the vulnerability raw and unfamiliar.

Luffy listens intently, his brow furrowed in concern. "But you're not alone now," he says firmly, his voice a steady reassurance. "You've got us." He gestures around at the sleeping crew with his thumb.

Sanji feels a pang of warmth in his chest. "Yeah, I know," he says, a grateful smile tugging at his lips. "It's just... I don't want to have these flashbacks and nightmares and pain about my past anymore and just enjoy the adventure with you."

Luffy's brow furrows even deeper at Sanji's confession. The carefree nature momentarily fades, replaced by a seriousness that belied his young age.

"Yeah these nightmares, huh?" he mutters, his voice soft. He remembers his own struggles with nightmares after losing Ace, and a pang of empathy shoots through him. "Do you... do you want to tell me about them?" Luffy asks hesitantly, unsure if he's overstepping his bounds.

He knows nightmares can be deeply personal, but the vulnerability in Sanji's voice compels him to offer whatever comfort he can. Sanji shakes his head, a wry smile flickering across his lips for a brief moment. "Not tonight, Luffy," he says gently. "It's not something I want to relive right now." He glances at the sleeping crew, a silent reassurance washing over him. "But knowing you guys are here... it makes a difference."

Luffy nods slowly, understanding flickering in his eyes. "I imagine that you told your nightmares to Zoro." he starts, his voice thoughtful, "I don't understand everything about romantic couple, but I heard that is good to talk about his fear to his lover. Since Zoro is your boyfriend, and he is so strong, I guess you are telling him your nightmares."

Sanji offers a soft smile, "Yeah, I talk to Zoro about my nightmare. You remember each time he wakes me up when I have one, we leave the quarters and he takes all the time I need to comfort me.”

Luffy's eyes light up with understanding. "Yeah, I remember that. Zoro's really good at taking care of you," he says with a reassuring smile. "But you know, Sanji, if you ever need to talk to someone else, I can take care of you too."

Sanji nods, appreciating Luffy's offer. "Thanks, Luffy. It means a lot," he says softly. He feels a bit lighter, the weight of his thoughts easing slightly in the presence of his captain.

Luffy stretches out on the bunk, his arms behind his head. "You know, I have nightmares too sometimes," he admits, his voice casual. "But they don't scare me as much because I know I've got you guys with me. When you don't feel good, just remember that the crew will turn the world upside down for you. And maybe... you should turn your fear upside down too, if this thing is possible..." He says, tapping his index finger on his chin.

Sanji listens intently to Luffy's words, struck by the simplicity yet profound truth in them. He gazes at Luffy, seeing not just the carefree captain but also the depth of his understanding and empathy.

"Turn my fear upside down, huh?" Sanji echoes softly, mulling over Luffy's suggestion. "You are so simple, Luffy." Sanji's voice is soft, tinged with both amusement and genuine admiration as he regards Luffy. The simplicity of Luffy's approach often cuts through the complexities that Sanji finds himself entangled in. "Yeah, you're right," Sanji continues, a small smile playing on his lips. "Maybe it's not about overthinking everything. Maybe it's about taking things as they come, facing them head-on."

Luffy grins back at Sanji, his eyes alight with understanding. "Yeah! If something scares you, just punch it!"

Sanji chuckles at Luffy's straightforwardness. "Maybe not literally punch everything, but I get what you mean," he replies, his smile widening.

Sanji and Luffy continue their light-hearted banter, their conversation flowing easily in the quiet of the cabin. Luffy, sprawled comfortably on Sanji's bunk, seems perfectly content in the moment, his usual carefree demeanor blending with a rare moment of thoughtful camaraderie.

"You know, Sanji," Luffy says with a mischievous grin, "if I punch your nightmares, maybe they'll stop bothering you!"

Sanji chuckles again, shaking his head fondly at Luffy's unconventional solutions. "That might cause more trouble than it solves, Luffy," he replies, his tone amused. "But I appreciate the offer."

Their laughter fills the space between them, easing any lingering tension from earlier. It's moments like these that Sanji cherishes—the simplicity of companionship and the genuine bond he shares with his crewmates.

As they chat, the cabin door suddenly slides open, revealing Zoro standing in the doorway. He raises an eyebrow at the scene before him—Luffy comfortably sprawled on Sanji's bunk, both of them sharing a moment of laughter.

Zoro's lips quirk into a half-smile as he steps closer. "Luffy, are you trying to steal my man now?" he asks in a teasing tone, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Luffy looks up, his grin widening. "Nah, just borrowing him for a bit!" he replies cheerfully, gesturing towards Sanji.

Sanji rolls his eyes playfully at the exchange between his captain and his boyfriend. "I think you both need to learn personal space," he remarks, though his smile betrays his amusement.

Zoro chuckles softly, stepping closer to the bunk. "Alright, Captain," he says, his tone teasing but affectionate, "Give me the shit-cook back, I'm sure he needs my cuddle."

Luffy chuckles at Zoro's teasing remark, hopping off Sanji's bunk with a grin. "Fine, fine, take him," he says playfully, stepping aside to give Zoro room to approach. "I see that Zoro is the jealous boyfriend!" He teases as he climbs his own bunk to almost immediately fall asleep.

Sanji smirks at Luffy's antics, though his eyes soften with affection as Zoro joins him in his bunk. "I didn't realize I was in such high demand," he quips, reaching out to playfully tousle Zoro's hair.

Zoro leans into Sanji's touch, his smile warm. "Of course you are," he replies with mock seriousness, wrapping an arm around Sanji's waist and pulling him close. "I think I’m addicted to you. Not good... I'm supposed to be all wise and in control."

Sanji chuckles softly at Zoro's playful declaration, the warmth of his smile softening his features. He tilts his head slightly, meeting Zoro's gaze with a mixture of amusement and tenderness. "Addicted, huh?" he muses, his voice low and teasing. "Well, I suppose it's a good thing I'm addictive."

Zoro lets out a quiet laugh, his hand gently rubbing Sanji's back. "Yeah, I guess so," he replies, his tone affectionate. "You've got that effect on me."

Sanji leans into Zoro's embrace, feeling a surge of contentment wash over him. Despite the challenges they faced as pirates, moments like these—wrapped in Zoro's arms, sharing light-hearted banter—reminded him of the deep bond they shared.

"You know," Sanji says softly, his voice a whisper against Zoro's chest, "Since you are addicted to cuddle me, I addicted to be kissed." He hopes that Zoro will catch it.

Zoro's hand pauses for a moment on Sanji's back, his eyes flickering with understanding at Sanji's whispered words. A soft smile plays on his lips as he meets Sanji's gaze, his own affectionate and warm.

"Is that so?" Zoro murmurs, his voice low and intimate. "I think I can manage that addiction quite well."

With a gentle but deliberate movement, Zoro tilts Sanji's chin up, leaning in to press a soft kiss against Sanji's lips. The kiss is tender, a silent affirmation of their bond and the unspoken understanding between them. Sanji sighs softly into the kiss, feeling a rush of warmth and happiness fill him.

"You taste sake, you alcoholic thief, you stole a bottle of sake in the galley!"

Sanji's playful accusation breaks the tender moment between them, causing Zoro to pull back slightly with a surprised but amused expression. His hand remains on Sanji's back, his thumb gently tracing circles as he chuckles softly.

"You caught me," Zoro admits with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I couldn't resist. It was a good bottle."

Sanji shakes his head with mock disapproval, though his eyes twinkle with laughter. "I should have known better than to trust you with the sake," he teases, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Zoro's lips.

Zoro chuckles, returning the kiss with equal playfulness. "You know me too well," he replies, his voice warm and affectionate. "But you're the only one I'd risk getting caught stealing sake for."

Sanji smiles against Zoro's lips, feeling a rush of affection for the swordsman who always managed to blend mischief with sincerity. "I'll forgive you this time," he murmurs, his voice soft as he leans forehead against Zoro's. "Just promise me no more late-night sake raids."

"Oh you know I can't promise that... I'm too weak when it comes to sake!"

"Or me." Sanji teases, mischievously.

"Or you." Zoro admits. Zoro leans in, capturing Sanji's lips in a gentle kiss that lingers for a moment. When they part, he rests his forehead against Sanji's, their breaths mingling. "Hey cook," Zoro murmurs softly, "How tired are you right now?"

Zoro's voice, soft and intimate, lingers in the quiet space between them as he rests his forehead against Sanji's. His hand remains gently on Sanji's waist, the warmth of their shared embrace comforting.

Sanji chuckles softly, his eyes warm as he gazes at Zoro. "Not tired enough to say no to you," he replies playfully, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

Zoro grins, his thumb tracing light circles on Sanji's waist. "Good," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with affection. "Because... I'm in the mood right now."

Sanji's playful chuckle fills the intimate space between them, his eyes twinkling with amusement and affection as he meets Zoro's gaze. The soft glow of the lantern casts gentle shadows around them, adding to the warmth and closeness of the moment.

"Well, lucky for you," Sanji replies with a teasing smirk, his voice low and laced with playful seduction, "I happen to be in the mood too."

Zoro's grin widens at Sanji's response, his thumb continuing its soothing circles on Sanji's waist. His eyes gleam with a mixture of desire and adoration as he leans in closer to Sanji, their breaths mingling in the quiet cabin air.

"Is that so?" Zoro murmurs, his voice a soft rumble against Sanji's lips. "Maybe we should go somewhere else then, somewhere more... private."

Sanji's heart skips a beat at Zoro's suggestion, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation for the private moments they often stole away together. He slides his hands around Zoro's neck, drawing him even closer.

"Sounds like a perfect plan," Sanji replies huskily, his lips brushing against Zoro's. "Lead the way, swordsman."

Zoro nods, his grin turning into a knowing smile as he pulls away slightly, taking Sanji's hand in his own. Together, they quietly leave the boy’s quarter, their steps light and filled with anticipation as they seek the privacy of a secluded spot aboard the ship.

Sanji sits on the bed of the infirmary, the soft glow of the lantern casting a warm light over the makeshift therapy space. Chopper sits across from him, his small reindeer form both comforting and professional. This is their second EMDR session, and Sanji knows it's going to be a difficult one. He can feel the anxiety gnawing at the edges of his mind as he anticipates reliving some of his most painful memories.

"Are you ready, Sanji?" Chopper asks gently, his voice filled with concern and support.

Sanji takes a deep breath, nodding slowly. "Yeah, I'm ready," he replies, though his voice wavers slightly.

Chopper nods, his eyes kind and understanding. "Okay, remember to focus on a memory and let your mind follow where it goes."

Sanji closes his eyes and lets the hundreds of memories pass before his eyes. But one, particularly intense, invades him, accelerating his heart.

Sanji is six years old again, small and fragile in the vast, cold halls of the Germa Kingdom. The memory is vivid, each detail sharp and clear. He feels the coldness of the floor beneath his feet, the oppressive atmosphere of the castle pressing down on him. He sees his three brothers—Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji—towering over him, their expressions cruel and mocking. The air is thick with malice, and Sanji feels a familiar sense of dread settle in his stomach. He knows what's coming, but part of him still clings to a desperate hope that it won't happen.

"Look at the weakling," Ichiji sneers, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Pathetic," Niji adds, shoving Sanji roughly. Sanji stumbles but tries to stand his ground, his small fists clenched at his sides.

"But... but I'm your brother!" Sanji protests, his voice small and pleading. "We're family! Why are you doing this?"

Yonji laughs, a harsh sound that echoes through the hall. "Let's teach him a lesson," he says, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

Sanji's heart races, confusion and fear mingling in his chest. He doesn't understand why his brothers are being so cruel. "Please, stop!" he cries, his voice breaking. "I haven't done anything wrong!"

They close in on him, and Sanji feels panic rising in his chest. He tries to fight back, but he's so much smaller, so much weaker. The first blow lands hard, knocking the breath out of him. Then another, and another. The pain is overwhelming, each punch and kick searing through his small body.

"Stop it! Please!" Sanji sobs, his voice desperate and filled with agony. "We're brothers! Why are you hurting me?"

Ichiji's sneer deepens. "You're not our brother," he hisses. "You're a failure, a disgrace to the Vinsmoke name."

Niji delivers a sharp kick to Sanji's ribs, making him cry out in pain. "You're nothing but a weakling," he adds, his voice cold and devoid of any brotherly affection.

Sanji feels helpless, tears streaming down his face as his brothers continue their merciless assault. He can hear their taunts, their laughter, but it all becomes a blur of pain and fear. He wants to scream, to cry out for help, but he knows no one will come. No one ever does.

"Please... stop," Sanji whispers, his voice hoarse and broken. "I don't understand... why?"

But his brothers don't stop. They don't care about his confusion, his pain. To them, he's just an object of their scorn, something to be beaten down and broken. The memory blurs further as Sanji's mind struggles with the overwhelming emotions. The cold floor beneath him, the sharp, unrelenting pain, the cruel laughter of his brothers—all of it blends into a nightmare that seems endless.

Chopper sits across from Sanji, his brow furrowed in concern. Chopper isn't just a doctor; he's also a friend, and the anguish in Sanji's eyes tugs at his empathetic heart. He gently guides Sanji through the relaxation techniques, his voice a soothing balm. As Sanji reaches a deeper state of calmness, Chopper begins the eye movement procedure. Holding his paw up, he instructs Sanji to follow their movement with his eyes, slow and steady.

"Focus on the memory, Sanji," Chopper says gently, "but don't get lost in it. Keep your eyes on my fingers, and tell me everything you see, feel, and hear."

Sanji closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When he opens them again, they're filled with a distant sadness. He starts describing the memory, his voice trembling slightly. The vast, echoing halls, the cold touch of the stone floor – each detail comes rushing back with a vivid intensity. Chopper listens intently, his eyes fixed on Sanji's face. He can see the young Sanji in his mind's eye, the fear and confusion etched on his small face. As Sanji recounts the taunts of his brothers, the physical blows, Chopper's brow furrows further. He can't imagine inflicting such pain on someone, especially a sibling.

"Where are your emotions right now, Sanji?" Chopper asks gently, his voice barely a whisper.

Sanji hesitates, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Confusion," he mutters, his voice thick with emotion. "Pain. Betrayal. I don't understand why they hated me so much."

Chopper maintains eye movement, his voice a steady comfort. "It's okay to feel those things, Sanji. It was a horrible experience. But focus on the present moment. You're safe here, with your nakama."

Sanji nods slowly, blinking back tears. The memory is still there, but the sharp edges seem to soften slightly. He can feel Chopper's concern, a lifeline thrown in the churning sea of his emotions.

"Keep going, Sanji," Chopper encourages, his voice gentle yet firm. "We'll work through this together."

With Chopper's unwavering support and the EMDR technique, Sanji continues to delve into the memory, dissecting the pain, the confusion, and slowly processing the emotional fallout.

Sanji's breath hitches as he continues, "They... they called me a failure. Said I was weak, a disgrace to the Vinsmoke name." Shame burns in his throat, a familiar echo of his childhood torment.

Chopper keeps his eyes moving slowly, his voice calm and reassuring. "What do you see yourself doing in the memory, Sanji?"

Sanji grits his teeth, the memory replaying with agonizing clarity. "I... I try to fight back. But they're so much bigger, stronger. I can't do anything." He feels a flicker of anger, a helpless rage at his younger self's impotence.

"It's okay to feel angry, Sanji," Chopper says gently. "It was a terrible situation. But where is that anger focused now?"

Sanji closes his eyes tighter, focusing on the sensation. The anger isn't directed at himself anymore, not entirely. It simmers towards his brothers, their cruelty a festering wound.

"It's okay to be angry at them, Sanji," Chopper continues. "They hurt you. But remember, you're not that helpless child anymore. You're strong, Sanji. You have your crew."

Chopper's words spark a warmth in Sanji's chest. He opens his eyes, a flicker of defiance replacing the despair. "Yeah," he mutters, a newfound strength in his voice. "I'm not that kid anymore."

Chopper maintains the eye movements, his voice a steady guide. "Let that feeling of strength grow, Sanji. Focus on the present. You're safe now, surrounded by people who care about you."

Sanji takes a deep breath, the memory starting to lose its hold. He can still see the cold halls, feel the sting of betrayal, but the emotional intensity lessens. He remembers the warmth of the galley kitchen, the camaraderie of the Straw Hats. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

Chopper slows the eye movements, bringing Sanji back to the present. "How are you feeling now, Sanji?"

Sanji opens his eyes, a weight lifted from his chest. "There's still pain," he admits, "but it's different. It feels... distant, somehow."

Chopper nods encouragingly. "That's good, Sanji. Now, let's try something different. Imagine yourself back in that memory, but this time, you're not alone. Who would you want with you?"

Sanji closes his eyes, picturing the cold, echoing hall. A hesitant smile flickers across his lips. "Luffy and... Zoro too," he whispers, the image of his captain's carefree grin and Zoro's strong presence, filling his mind.

A grin spreads across Chopper's face. "That's a great choice, Sanji. Let's see what happens." He continues the slow eye movements, his voice gentle yet firm.

Sanji finds himself back in the memory, the cold floor seeping through his clothes. This time, however, he's not alone. Luffy stands beside him, fists clenched and a furious scowl etched on his face. Zoro stands on his other side, his three swords glinting menacingly in the dim light. The scene plays out similarly at first. His brothers taunt him, the blows raining down. But a new element disrupts the familiar pattern. Luffy lets out a war cry, his straw hat flying off as he launches himself at Niji. Zoro, with the speed of a whirlwind, intercepts Ichiji's attack, his blades clashing steel against steel. Sanji watches, a mixture of disbelief and hope blooming in his chest. He sees the genuine concern in Luffy's eyes, the unwavering loyalty in Zoro's stance. For the first time, he feels a surge of protectiveness towards his younger self.

"Stop it!" he yells, his voice surprisingly strong. "Leave him alone!" He sees the surprise flicker across his brothers' faces, a momentary lapse in their relentless assault.

Chopper's voice cuts through the memory. "How does that change things, Sanji? How do you feel now, seeing Luffy and Zoro there for you?"

Sanji takes a deep breath, the memory still vivid but the emotional charge dampened. "Less alone," he mutters, a hint of defiance creeping into his voice. "Like I could actually fight back this time."

Chopper keeps the eye movements going. "Imagine yourself using that feeling, Sanji. Now that you're not alone, what would you do?"

Sanji closes his eyes tighter, picturing the scene. He sees himself dodging a blow from Yonji, fueled by a newfound strength. He hears Luffy's voice cheering him on, Zoro's gruff encouragement a steady rhythm in the chaos.

"I..." Sanji starts, his voice trembling slightly with a mix of fear and newfound courage. "I might actually try to fight back."

A tear rolls down Sanji's cheek, but it's not a tear of despair. It's a tear of catharsis, a release of the pent-up emotions he's carried for so long.

Chopper slows the eye movements, bringing Sanji back to the present. "How are you feeling now, Sanji?"

Sanji opens his eyes, wiping away the tear. There's still a dull ache in his chest, a reminder of the past. But there's also a newfound sense of empowerment. "It's still there," he admits, his voice stronger, "but the memory doesn't control me anymore. I know I'm not that scared little kid anymore." He looks at Chopper, a grateful smile gracing his lips. "Thanks, Chopper. For everything."

Chopper smiles warmly, the empathy and pride in his eyes a balm to Sanji's soul. "That's incredible progress, Sanji. You should be proud of yourself." He gently guides Sanji through some grounding exercises, helping him fully return to the present moment. Sanji sits quietly for a moment, taking slow, deep breaths. His body feels heavy, a pleasant exhaustion settling in after reliving such a painful memory. But beneath the fatigue, there's a lightness he hasn't felt in years. It's a subtle shift, a loosening of the emotional grip the past has held on him.

As the memory recedes, Sanji focuses on the familiar sounds of the ship – the gentle creak of the timbers, the rhythmic lap of waves against the hull. He remembers the warmth of the galley kitchen, the camaraderie of his crew. A genuine smile, free of the usual sardonic edge, spreads across his face. The anger and hurt are still there, embers rather than a raging inferno. But now, they're overshadowed by a newfound sense of hope. He knows the past can't be erased, but he also knows he doesn't have to face it alone. He has Luffy, the embodiment of unwavering optimism. He has Zoro, a stoic pillar of strength. And he has the rest of the Straw Hats, a dysfunctional family bound by loyalty and love.

"I need a smoke, Chopper...", he says as he feels his body tensed, "Thank you again for today Chopper, you are really the best doctor."

Sanji's request hangs in the air for a moment. Chopper understands. While the EMDR session had been emotionally draining, it had also been a breakthrough. Sometimes, after reliving trauma, the body craves a release, a way to process the lingering tension.

"Of course, Sanji," Chopper says with a gentle smile. "Take a break. You deserve it." He knows Sanji doesn't truly need a doctor's permission, but the reassurance seems to ease the tightness in Sanji's shoulders a fraction.

As Sanji stands, his legs wobble slightly. The emotional rollercoaster of the session has left him drained, but a different kind of exhaustion than usual. This fatigue feels lighter, tinged with a newfound clarity. He walks towards the door, his steps a little heavier than usual, the weight of the past not entirely gone but undeniably lessened. Reaching for the doorknob, a phantom ache throbs in his right ankle, a lingering memory of a particularly brutal beating from his brothers. He grits his teeth, surprised by the muted intensity of the pain. It's still there, a constant reminder, but it no longer feels like a crushing weight.

Stepping out onto the deck, the cool night air washes over him, a welcome contrast to the warmth of the infirmary. He takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with the salty scent of the sea. The familiar rhythm of the waves against the hull, a sound that once triggered a dull ache of loneliness, now brings a sense of comfort. He belongs here, on this ship, with his crew. He pulls out his pack of cigarettes, the familiar weight a grounding presence in his trembling hand. As he lights up, the first drag brings a harsh cough, but also a sense of release. The smoke curls lazily into the night sky, carrying with it some of the lingering tension in his body. Chopper watches Sanji smoking, his small eyes filled with a mixture of pride and concern. He knows how much courage it took for Sanji to face his past, and while the session had been a breakthrough, he also understands the emotional toll it has taken on his friend. With a determined nod, he decides to seek out Zoro, knowing that Sanji might need more than just his own professional support tonight. Chopper finds Zoro on the deck at the opposite of the ship, as usual. The swordsman is deep into his routine, the rhythmic clink of weights and the swish of his katana filling the air. Chopper waits patiently until Zoro pauses, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Hey, Chopper," Zoro greets, noticing the serious look on the reindeer's face. "What's up?"

Chopper takes a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "Sanji just finished another EMDR session," he begins. "It was pretty intense. He worked through some really tough memories."

Zoro's expression shifts from curiosity to concern. "How's he doing?"

"He's handling it," Chopper replies, "but it's been hard on him. He's out on deck right now, and I think he might need some comfort. Not necessarily to talk about it, but just... someone to be there for him."

Zoro nods, understanding immediately. "Thanks for letting me know, Chopper. I'll go find him."

As Zoro leaves his weights on the ground and shrugs his swords, Chopper feels a sense of relief. He knows that with Zoro by his side, Sanji will have the support he needs to navigate through the aftermath of the session. Zoro steps onto the deck, the cool night air washing over him. He spots Sanji leaning against the railing, a cigarette between his fingers, making rounds with the smoke coming out of his mouth. The sight tugs at something deep within Zoro, a mixture of affection and protectiveness. He approaches quietly, not wanting to startle Sanji.

Sanji turns slightly at the sound of Zoro's footsteps, a faint smile crossing his lips. "Hey, Mosshead."

"Hey, shitty cook," Zoro replies, his tone softer than usual. He stands beside Sanji, leaning on the railing. For a moment, they just stand there in comfortable silence, the rhythmic sounds of the sea their only accompaniment.

Zoro starts, his voice low, "Chopper told me about your session. He didn't give details, but... he said it was tough."

Sanji takes a drag of his cigarette, the smoke mingling with the salty air. "Yeah," he says quietly. "It was... a lot." Zoro nods, placing a comforting hand on Sanji's back. Sanji leans into Zoro's touch, feeling a warmth spread through him that has nothing to do with the cigarette. "I'm feeling a lot of phantom pain on my body right now..." he confesses, shyly.

"Where?" Zoro asks with empathy.

Sanji hesitates for a moment, his gaze flickering down to his right ankle, where he had felt the phantom ache earlier. He shifts slightly, indicating the spot without needing to say a word. Zoro's brow furrows with concern as he gently moves closer, his hand trailing down Sanji's arm to lightly grasp his hand.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Zoro asks softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. Sanji shakes his head slightly, meeting Zoro's eyes with a mixture of vulnerability and gratitude.

"Not a lot, just... there," Sanji murmurs, feeling strangely comforted by Zoro's touch. "It's like a reminder."

Zoro nods in understanding, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of Sanji's hand. "Do you want to take a bath with me?"

Sanji's eyes widen slightly at Zoro's unexpected suggestion, surprised by the offer but also touched by its intimacy. He considers Zoro's question for a moment, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within him—gratitude for Zoro's concern, a lingering sense of vulnerability from the session, and a growing warmth at the thought of sharing this private moment with him.

"Yeah," Sanji replies softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I think that would be nice."

Zoro returns the smile, a flicker of relief crossing his features. "Good," he says, his voice gentle. "Let's go."

Together, they walk below deck to the bathroom. The ship is quiet, most of the crew asleep or engaged in their own activities, offering them a rare moment of privacy. Inside, the air is warm and scented with soap and saltwater. Zoro starts the water, adjusting the temperature to a comfortable warmth. Sanji watches silently, struck once again by the simple but profound care Zoro shows him. He steps closer, slowly shedding his clothes, the act feeling strangely intimate in Zoro's presence.

Zoro glances over at Sanji, his eyes soft as he takes in the vulnerability on Sanji's face. "Tell me exactly where you feel this phantom pain," he murmurs.

Sanji sits by the edge of the tub, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before meeting Zoro's gaze with a mixture of appreciation and vulnerability.

"It's mostly my right ankle," Sanji confesses softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "They... they used to target it a lot."

Zoro's expression softens even further as he listens, his heart aching for the pain Sanji endured. Without a word, he kneels beside the tub, reaching out to gently trace Sanji's right ankle with his fingers. He leans in, his lips brushing tenderly against Sanji's skin in a soft kiss. Sanji's breath catches at the unexpected gesture, the warmth of Zoro's lips sending a shiver of comfort through him. He closes his eyes briefly, letting himself be enveloped in the sensation, the contrast between the phantom pain and Zoro's gentle touch grounding him in the present.

"Where else?" Zoro asks.

Sanji's eyes flutter open at Zoro's question, his gaze meeting Zoro's with a mixture of relief and gratitude. He takes a deep breath, the warmth of the bath and Zoro's comforting presence emboldening him to share more.

"Here," Sanji murmurs, guiding Zoro's hand to the small of his back where another phantom ache lingers. Zoro's touch is gentle as he traces small circles on the sensitive spot, his fingers warm against Sanji's skin. "And here," Sanji continues, moving Zoro's hand to his left shoulder, where another echo of pain resides.

Zoro follows his lead, pressing a soft kiss against Sanji's shoulder. Sanji's heart swells with emotion as he leans into Zoro's touch, feeling a weight lifting off his shoulders with each kiss and caress. The phantom pains, once sharp reminders of past trauma, begin to dull under Zoro's gentle ministrations, replaced by a sense of healing warmth.

"Keep telling me where, cook, tell me everywhere you feel pain."

Sanji's breath steadies as Zoro's comforting presence soothes him, emboldening him to open up further about the lingering pains from his past. He shifts slightly on the edge of the tub, meeting Zoro's eyes with a mixture of vulnerability and trust.

"It's here," Sanji murmurs softly, guiding Zoro's hand to his right hand where he often feels the lingering ache of old injuries. Zoro's touch is tender as he traces the lines where the pain resides, applying gentle pressure to ease the tension. "And here," Sanji continues, guiding Zoro's hand to his belly. Memories of harsh blows and cruel taunts from his brothers flood back, but Zoro's touch is a stark contrast—warm and reassuring, dissipating the echoes of pain.

Zoro leans in closer, pressing a soft kiss against Sanji's belly. Sanji's eyes flutter closed, feeling a rush of emotions—gratitude, relief, and a deepening connection to Zoro—as the tenderness of the gesture begins to replace the haunting memories.

"Here," Sanji murmurs next, guiding Zoro's hand to his ribs. Zoro's touch is careful, tracing the outlines gently as if to erase the scars left by years of abuse. Each caress feels like a silent vow of protection and support, gradually unraveling the knots of pain that have long bound Sanji's spirit.

Finally, Sanji guides Zoro's hand to his face, where remnants of past beatings linger like shadows. Zoro's touch is feather-light, tracing the contours of Sanji's cheek and jawline with a tenderness that brings a lump to Sanji's throat. Zoro's fingers move slowly, reverently, as if memorizing the path of old wounds and unspoken pain. Sanji's eyes close, his breath hitching as Zoro's touch sends a wave of warmth through him, melting the cold remnants of fear and hurt. Each brush of Zoro's fingers is a silent promise, a wordless vow to protect and cherish.

Zoro's hand cups Sanji's cheek, his thumb caressing the curve of his jaw with an intimacy that speaks volumes. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss against Sanji's forehead, a gesture filled with unwavering love and reassurance. The kiss lingers, a gentle pressure that seems to seep into Sanji's very soul, soothing the raw edges of his memories. Zoro's lips travel down, kissing the bridge of Sanji's nose, the apple of his cheek, and finally the corner of his mouth, each kiss a benediction of care. Sanji's heart swells with emotion, his breath catching as the tenderness of Zoro's kisses washes over him. The phantom pains that once haunted his face fade into the background, replaced by the warmth of Zoro's love. Sanji feels a tear escape, trailing down his cheek only to be gently kissed away by Zoro. The simple act of being held, of having his pain acknowledged and soothed, fills him with a profound sense of gratitude and relief. He opens his eyes, meeting Zoro's gaze, seeing nothing but unconditional love reflected back at him.

"Zoro... kiss me... please kiss me like you never did," Sanji whispers, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes pleading.

Zoro's breath catches at Sanji's whispered request, his heart pounding. The raw emotion in Sanji's voice, the unguarded need, stirs something deep within him. Without a word, Zoro moves closer, his hand sliding to the back of Sanji's neck, fingers threading through soft blond hair. He leans in slowly, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. When their lips finally meet, it's with a depth of feeling that takes Sanji's breath away. The kiss is tender yet intense, a melding of souls that speaks of all the things they have never said. Zoro's lips move against Sanji's with a passion that is both fierce and gentle, a promise and a confession all at once.

Sanji melts into the kiss, his hands clutching Zoro's shirt as if grounding himself in the moment. The phantom pains, the echoes of past traumas, all dissolve under the warmth and fervor of Zoro's embrace. Every caress of Zoro's lips, every gentle press and urgent movement, fills Sanji with a sense of completeness he had never thought possible. Zoro pours everything he feels into the kiss—love, devotion, a fierce protectiveness that knows no bounds. His other hand cups Sanji's face, tilting it slightly to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing lightly against Sanji's lower lip before seeking entrance. Sanji responds with a soft moan, his lips parting, welcoming Zoro with a need that mirrors his own. The kiss stretches into eternity, a perfect moment suspended in time. When they finally pull back, both are breathless.

"Cook," Zoro whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion.

"Kiss me again," Sanji cuts in, his voice needy, craving affection, support, and love. His eyes are wide, vulnerable, and filled with longing.

Zoro's heart clenches at the sight. Without hesitation, he closes the gap between them again, his kiss even more fervent and tender than before. His hand cradles the back of Sanji's head, fingers gently massaging his scalp, while his other arm wraps securely around Sanji's waist, pulling him closer. Sanji moans softly into the kiss, his hands slipping under Zoro's shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. The contact is electrifying, grounding him in the present and chasing away the shadows of his past. Zoro's lips move with a determination that makes Sanji feel cherished, every touch a silent vow of love and protection. They lose themselves in each other, the world around them fading into insignificance. The intensity of their connection, the raw emotion in each kiss, fills Sanji with a sense of healing and wholeness. In Zoro's arms, he finds the strength to face his past and the courage to look forward to their future together. When they finally part again, their foreheads rest against each other, their breaths mingling. Sanji's eyes are filled with tears, but they are tears of relief and gratitude.

"Zoro," Sanji whispers, his voice trembling with emotion. "I..."

Zoro gently cuts in, his voice filled with reassurance and love. "You are going to be okay, Sanji," he says softly, his thumb brushing away another tear from Sanji's cheek. "You are doing so great by fighting this."

Sanji leans into Zoro's touch, overwhelmed by the depth of care and understanding in his words. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. "I... I didn't think I could face all of that."

Zoro's arms tighten around Sanji, holding him close. "You're stronger than you know," he whispers, his lips brushing against Sanji's temple. "And you don't have to face any of it alone. I'm here, always."

Sanji nods, his heart swelling with love for the man who has stood by him through every battle, seen and unseen. "I love you, Zoro," he confesses, his voice filled with sincerity and a hint of wonder.

He presses a tender kiss to Sanji's forehead, holding him tightly. "I love you too, Sanji," he murmurs against his skin. "More than words can say."

Sanji chuckles softly, his fingers gently tracing patterns on Zoro's back. "And you say you're bad with words," he teases gently, a hint of amusement in his voice despite the lingering emotions.

Zoro pulls back slightly, meeting Sanji's eyes with a small smile. "Maybe I've been learning a thing or two from you," he replies, his voice warm with affection. He leans in to press another kiss to Sanji's forehead before resting his forehead against Sanji's.

Sanji smiles, feeling a rush of contentment and love. "I'm glad," he murmurs softly. "I'm glad you're here."

Zoro's arms tighten around Sanji, a silent reassurance that he's not going anywhere. "Always," he whispers, his lips brushing against Sanji's temple. "I’ll always be here for you."

They stay there for a moment, wrapped in each other's embrace, the warmth of their connection seeping into their souls. The ship rocks gently beneath them, a soothing reminder of the world outside their bubble of intimacy. Sanji takes a deep breath, feeling lighter than he has in years, his heart steady and strong. Zoro holds him close, their foreheads still touching, a silent promise in his unwavering gaze. Sanji feels the last remnants of his old pains fading, replaced by the certainty of their bond. He smiles softly, a sense of peace settling over him.

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Zoro stands in the crow's nest, watching the first light of dawn stretch across the horizon. The ship rocks gently beneath him, the quiet of the early morning wrapping him in solitude. The night watch has been uneventful, giving him time to reflect and simply exist in the peaceful stillness. As the sun begins to rise, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Zoro feels a rare moment of calm.

Turning his gaze, Zoro looks around the circular room, his eyes finding Sanji asleep in the suspended bed. Sanji's face is relaxed, his mouth slightly open, the lines of worry softened in his sleep. Over the past few weeks, Sanji has been diligently practicing EMDR and meditation, working to untangle the knots of his past trauma. The effects are starting to show; Sanji seems more at peace with himself, his edges less sharp, his heart lighter. Yet, the EMDR sessions are taxing, leaving him exhausted and in need of rest. Quietly, Zoro approaches the bed. He moves with careful grace, not wanting to disturb the cook's slumber. Slipping into the bed, Zoro gently spoons Sanji, wrapping an arm around his waist. Sanji stirs slightly but doesn't wake, his body instinctively leaning into Zoro's warmth. Zoro holds him close, feeling the steady rise and fall of Sanji's breath.

As he spoons Sanji, Zoro's hand brushes against his waist, torso, and belly. He notices that Sanji feels thinner than before, his muscles less defined, his frame lighter. The realization sends a pang of concern through Zoro. Sanji has always been strong, his body honed by years of rigorous training and relentless activity. But now, the toll of the EMDR sessions and the fatigue they bring are evident in the slight hollows and diminished strength. Zoro's brow furrows with worry. Sanji has been pushing himself hard, both physically and mentally, to confront his past and heal from it. While the progress is evident, the cost is also clear. Zoro's grip around Sanji tightens slightly, a silent promise to support and protect him through this journey.

Later that morning, when Sanji finally wakes, Zoro is ready. The swordsman smirks, a familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. "It's about time you wake up shit-cook." He says, as he kisses his lover in the neck, just under the ear.

Sanji stirs, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. "I heard you've been getting all sentimental in the night, Roronoa." He teases, turning to face Zoro.

Zoro's smirk turns into a full-blown grin. "Sentimental? Me? Don't be ridiculous." He laughs, playfully poking Sanji's side. "But I'm hungry, where's my breakfast?"

Sanji's eyes narrow, the smile fading from his face. "Your breakfast? As if you could even taste it with that mouth of yours." He swats Zoro's hand away, sitting up in bed. "But since you're so eager, I suppose I'll whip something up for you."

"I taste your cock everyday with that mouth of mine." Zoro teases.

Sanji's face flushes a deep red at Zoro's blunt remark, a mixture of embarrassment and irritation flashing in his eyes. "You insufferable moss-head!" he snaps, pushing Zoro away as he tries to get out of the bed. "Can't you ever just be normal?"

Zoro chuckles, enjoying the reaction he's provoked. "Normal? Where's the fun in that?" he retorts, grabbing Sanji's wrist to prevent him from leaving. "Besides, you love it."

Sanji yanks his hand free, standing up and stretching. "Love it? You're delusional." He straightens his clothes, trying to regain his composure. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a breakfast to make."

Zoro rises too, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall of the crow's nest. "Oh, so now you want to make me breakfast? Thought you said I couldn't taste anything with my 'insufferable' mouth."

Sanji spins around, glaring at Zoro. "It's called sarcasm, idiot. Something even you should be able to understand."

Zoro's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Sarcasm, huh? Maybe I need another lesson." He takes a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Think you can handle that, shit-cook?"

Sanji's fists clench at his sides, his patience wearing thin. "Handle this," he growls, launching a swift kick aimed at Zoro's head.

Zoro ducks just in time, his grin never faltering. "That's more like it," he says, drawing one of his swords with a quick, fluid motion. "Let's see what you've got."

The two men clash, their movements a blur of speed and precision. Sanji's kicks are relentless, each one aimed with deadly accuracy, while Zoro's sword strikes are powerful and precise, blocking and countering with practiced ease. The confined space of the crow's nest makes the fight even more intense, every movement carefully calculated to avoid crashing into the walls or each other.

"Is this your idea of foreplay?" Sanji pants, dodging a particularly vicious swing from Zoro's sword.

Zoro laughs, a deep, hearty sound. "Maybe. You seem to be enjoying it."

"Enjoying it? You're out of your mind," Sanji retorts, though the glint in his eyes suggests otherwise. He spins, landing a solid kick to Zoro's side that makes the swordsman grunt.

Zoro retaliates with a swift, controlled swipe of his sword, forcing Sanji to leap back. "Admit it, you love the thrill."

Sanji's breath comes in short bursts, but his smile is genuine. "You know what? Maybe I do." He launches himself at Zoro again, their movements a perfect, violent dance of strength and skill.

Zoro's grin widens as he anticipates Sanji's next move. He pivots swiftly, blocking Sanji's attack with a precise cross of his swords. The force pushes Sanji back against the curved wall of the crow's nest, their bodies pressed close together in the confined space.

"Got you," Zoro murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

Sanji meets his gaze, their faces mere inches apart. Despite the playful banter and the fierce sparring, there's a raw intensity in their eyes—a silent understanding and a mutual respect that transcends words.

"You always think you've got me," Sanji replies breathlessly, his chest rising and falling with exertion.

Zoro's smirk softens into a more tender expression as he lowers his swords, the tips of the blades resting against the wooden floor. "Maybe this time I do."

Sanji's lips twitch into a half-smile. "You're never going to let me live this down, are you?"

Zoro shakes his head slightly, his gaze unwavering. "Not a chance."

Before Sanji can retort, Zoro leans in, capturing Sanji's lips in a kiss that's both tender and fierce, filled with the heat of battle and the warmth of their unspoken bond. Sanji responds eagerly, his hands finding purchase on Zoro's shoulders as he kisses him back with equal fervor.

For a moment, time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in each other, the world outside the crow's nest fading away into insignificance. The ship rocks gently beneath them, a steady rhythm beneath the intensity of their embrace.

When they finally break apart, their foreheads resting against each other's, Zoro chuckles softly. "Still think I can't taste anything with my mouth?"

Sanji huffs a laugh, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and affection. "Shut up, moss-head."

Zoro presses another quick kiss to Sanji's lips before pulling away, a satisfied grin on his face. "Come on, let's get that breakfast. I'm starving."

Sanji rolls his eyes, but there's a fondness in his expression as he straightens his disheveled clothes. "Fine, but you owe me."

Zoro slings an arm around Sanji's shoulders as they make their way out of the crow's nest. "Deal. And next time we spar, I'll make sure to go easy on you."

Sanji scoffs, but there's a playful glint in his eyes. "Dream on, shitty-swordsman."

Later in the day, Zoro decides to act on his plan. He waits for Sanji to finish his kitchen duties, watching the way the cook's muscles flex and stretch as he scrubs at a stubborn stain on the counter. Zoro can't help but feel a twinge of regret for the toll the EMDR sessions are taking on Sanji's body, but he knows that pushing him is the best way to help him recover. He takes a deep breath and steps closer, his footsteps silent on the wooden floor, then when he is close to Sanji, he spanks him without holding back his strength, making the surprise cook scream.

Sanji whips around, his eyes wide with shock, the sponge still in his hand. "What the hell, shithead?" he yelps, his voice high-pitched.

"Hey," Zoro says, his voice teasing. "You're looking a bit flabby there."

Sanji's cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance at Zoro's remark. He tosses the sponge into the sink with a splash and crosses his arms, glaring daggers at the swordsman. "Flabby? Who the fuck you call flabby? Mr. Three-Swords-With-No-Class," he retorts, his voice laced with irritation.

Zoro grins, unfazed by Sanji's comeback. "No class? Okay, be fancy and flabby then," he quips, leaning casually against the kitchen counter.

Sanji's jaw tightens, his muscles tensing. "What the fuck, Zoro?" he snaps, his tone defensive.

Zoro raises an eyebrow, a playful challenge in his eyes. "Oh, Nothing. Just thought a little motivation might help."

Sanji narrows his eyes, his hands curling into fists. "Motivation, huh? Is that what you call assault?"

Zoro chuckles, pushing himself off the counter and stepping closer to Sanji. "Assault? Please, it was a love tap," he says, reaching out to ruffle Sanji's hair.

Sanji swats Zoro's hand away with a scowl. "Keep your love taps to yourself, Mosshead."

Zoro's grin widens, his playful demeanor not fading. "Make me."

With a growl of frustration, Sanji lunges at Zoro, aiming a swift kick at his midsection. Zoro sidesteps with a laugh, ducking under Sanji's follow-up second kick. The kitchen becomes their arena once again, their movements a dance of strength and agility, each one trying to outmaneuver the other.

"You're such an idiot," Sanji mutters between strikes, his kicks aimed with precision.

Zoro parries Sanji's attacks with ease, his swords moving in fluid arcs to deflect each blow. "And you're such a hothead," he retorts, sidestepping another kick and attempting to grab Sanji's arm.

Sanji twists out of Zoro's grasp, spinning away and landing a solid kick to Zoro's side that makes him grunt. "I'll show you who's the hothead!"

Their banter continues as they spar, the kitchen echoing with the sounds of their mock battle. After several minutes of trading blows and taunts, they finally pause, both slightly out of breath, their playful hostility giving way to grudging respect.

"You done?" Zoro asks, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

Sanji nods, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "What, tired already stupid swordsman?"

Zoro grins, sheathing his swords and clapping Sanji on the shoulder. "It's not even a warm-up for me, stupid cook, but I'm starving, again."

Sanji rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of a smile as he retrieves the sponge from the sink. "Of course you are. I suppose I'll whip something up for you then."

Zoro leans against the counter, watching as Sanji resumes his cleaning duties with renewed focus. "Thanks, cook. And hey," he adds with a smirk, "don't forget to work on those muscles. I don't want to spank a flabby ass while I'm fucking you."

"Why are you saying that?" Sanji scoffs, with some pain glint in his eyes. "Damn, you're a dick today."

Zoro's smirk widens at Sanji's reaction, though he notes the slight edge of discomfort in Sanji's tone. He leans in closer, his voice lowering playfully, "Aw, don't be like that, lovecook. You know I'm just messing with you."