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It was Zoro’s fault really, because he answered the phone.

Usually, he would’ve let it ring, but he saw her name and got a bad feeling. It would be worse if he ignored her. She had some weird witch sense about knowing when he was avoiding her. What could she possibly want? He didn’t owe her shit, at least that he could remember. He paid her back for the booze… He groaned as he drank the rest of his beer in one gulp so could have the strength to answer.

“Yeah?”

“Oh Zooorooo.” Nami sang, her voice probably making the demons in hell shiver. “I was thinking…”

“Oh fuck.” He sighed.

“About you and Sanji…”

Oh fuck.

“Zoro?! What the hell are you doing here?” Nami yelled when she opened the door to find the man standing there nonchalantly.

“Hah? You invited me over?” Zoro frowned.

“But… you’re on time! You didn’t get lost?!”

“Shut up, witch! I’m not an idiot!” He hissed as he tried to push his way through the door.

“You were supposed to show up later--” She tried to hold the door but he was too freakishly strong. Stupid muscle head.

“Then why did you invite me over so early?!”

“Because you usually spend hours trying to find your way over here so I was going to send Sanji to go find you!”

“I’m not a kid!”

“Well, you will always be my kid brother.” Nami froze when a third voice chimed in. Instantly, she froze. She knew that voice. It was the perfect pitch that would make a chill crawl through her spine. And that says something. Instantly she threw open the door to reveal Perona standing by Zoro, a grin on her face. “ And you are plotting something.” She pointed directly at Nami.

“Ah!” Nami shouted, still a little intimidated by her. Zoro took this chance to open the door and push his way through, grumpling the whole time. Perona stepped in through the door, closing in on Nami as she studied her. “I don’t know what you mean.” She quickly tried to regain her composure.

“Please, I’m an awesome big sister, I know when someone is also messing with him.” She grinned. “And I want in.”

“You don’t even know what we are doing.” She still didn’t know if she could trust her. Outside of Zoro, Nami and her haven’t really interacted.

“It has something to do with Zoro’s big fat crush on Sanji, right?”

“‘Big fat crush’--!”

“Awesome big sister. He tells me everything.” Perona puffed up her chest with pride.

Wasn’t this the same woman who tried to give him a stick and poke tattoo…

“How did my life end up at the mercy of those two witches.” Zoro groaned as he already found his way to the alcohol stash and opened a can of beer. “You made me tell you.” Zoro nearly crushed the can. “If it was up to me, I’d just tell him to his face.”

“You can’t do that, Sanji’s a romantic at heart! Also, you’d probably scare him off, he would think you are teasing him.” Nami pointed out.

“Why would he think that?” Zoro tilted his head as he drank. “I’ve been plenty romantic to him.”

“Punching each other and calling each other names isn’t romantic!” Perona stomped her feet. “I swear, I told you from the beginning how to approach Sanji but you’ve been too stubborn!”

“No, he’s been stubborn!”

“He’s not even here right now to defend himself!”

“Hello Nami!” Sanji suddenly burst through the door, various grocery bags hanging from his arms. “I came to help you set up!”

“Gah! Sanji!” Nami shouted. “Actually, you’re the one on time so I shouldn’t yell.”

“Oh? What’s this!? Moss brains made it here on time?” He couldn’t help but tease as he set down the groceries in the kitchen.

“You shouldn’t sound so surprised, I’m always on top of you.”

“Huh?! Say that again?!” Sanji stomped over to Zoro and smacked their foreheads together. “You can’t be on top if you can’t even reach me, Shortie.”

“‘Shortie’? I’m taller than you!”

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

“You wear those stupid shoes with the heel--”

“They are dress shoes!”

“Oh, Sanji.” Perona called as she made her way over to him. Instantly, Sanji tore his gaze from Zoro and perked up at her words. He quickly stepped back and turned to give her his undivided attention. “I need your help. Mihawk’s birthday is coming up and I really want to make a coffin shaped cake for dessert. A Coffin Cake, if you will. But I’m not that good of a baker. Can you come over to our house when Mihawk’s out and help us?”

“Coffin Cake, of course.” Sanji quickly agreed like it was something completely normal. “But, Perona, I could just make them for you--”

“No way! Mihawk is our dad so we have to make them, or at least try to, right, Zoro?” Her words practically yanked him back into Sanji’s focus. Sanji opened his mouth but no words came out. All he could do was stare at Zoro who stared back at him, both of them waiting for something. “Right, Zoro?” Perona's voice dipped into something more sinister when she elbowed him.

“Oh, yeah.”

“S-sure.” Sanji quickly tore his gaze away from Zoro. “I’m at your disposal.”

“Great! I have to leave right now but I’ll have Zoro text you when to come over.” She waved as she started making her way towards the door again, not giving them a chance to disagree with her. “Bye bye!”

Great job, Perona! Nami telepathically cheered her on.

“Sanji, I’m glad you came.” She swooped in to draw his attention before he could dwell on it too much. “I need a big strong man to help set up decorations outside.”

“Of course Nami!” Sanji nearly swooned.

“Zoro!” She turned to yell at the man who already finished his beer. “You’ll help Sanji move things. He shouldn’t dirty his hands before he starts cooking food and I don’t trust you to do it by yourself. So listen to everything he says.”

“You’re a bossy one, aren’t you!” But he didn’t object. Instead he waited for Sanji to walk back over before making their way outside.

“Shut up, moss.” Sanji kicked his ass as they walked through the door to the backyard.

“Zoooro!” She called out again and he suddenly stopped, making Sanji collide with his back.

“What is it now?”

“I spent good money on that shirt.”

“It’s my shirt.” First she complained about his fashion sense, then she bought him nothing but a single shirt for his past few birthdays, and now she’s complaining about it?

“I don’t want you getting it dirty. Take it off.” Zoro honestly didn’t think much of it until he felt Sanji shift on his feet for a moment. He quickly whipped around, trying his best to look over Sanji’s shoulder to make eye contact with Nami. But, the side of Sanji’s face was much more distracting than what he remembered. The curve of his jaw, the stubble, the flesh of his neck that looked so soft and biteable--

“You need to work for that beer you just drank.” Nami’s words drew his attention. Her eyes were blazing, her fists were clenched, and there was a crazed smirk on her lips.

You idiot. This is part of the plan. Just do it. Sanji is weak to tits. Nami tried to tell him silently.

“You’re so cheap!” Zoro yelled but was already taking off his shirt.

I’m going to hit you with my shoe. She sighed. Why, why was Zoro so dense?

“Sanji.” Nami sighed as she rubbed her temples.

“Y-yes, Nami?”

“Keep an eye on Zoro.”

“Hey!”

“Are you going to move today moss?” Sanji crossed his arms as he glared at him. He tried his best to sound angry but there was another reason why he was red. Zoro’s jaw tightened as he looked between Sanji and Nami before he threw his hands up in the air and trudged outside. Sanji shot him glances as he started getting the food trays ready. “Hey, be useful and get some more chairs for the table. And while you’re at it, go bring in the charcoal bag and the grill and set it over there.”

“Anything else, Mr. Prince?”

“Tch. Just for that you can bring out the coolers too.” Sanji muttered as he started cutting the vegetables. Despite the fact that he should be focusing on getting everything ready, his eyes kept going back to the green haired man “Hey, chairs are on the other side of the house.” Sanji pointed out when Zoro started wandering in a different direction.

“Leave me alone.” Despite his words, he followed Sanji’s direction.

“Not only do I have to get the mise en place together but I have to babysit that idiot.” Sanji muttered as he started chopping faster. The sooner he can get done with this the sooner he can be with Zoro--

No, the sooner he can watch Zoro.

As if summoned by Sanji’s thoughts, the green-haired gorilla came back, carrying the grill, charcoal, and several chairs. It was honestly quite impressive. Sanji hesitated for a moment, his eyes moving away from what Zoro was carrying to how his muscles bulged slightly from the weight.

“Stupid heat.”

“Huh?” Zoro dumped the chairs by the table.

“Just bring the grill over here.” Sanji sighed and wiped the sweat from his face. “It’s going to be hot today…” Sanji thought aloud. “We’ll have to make sure we stay hydrated.”

“That’s why we have drinks.” Zoro grinned as he set the grill down.

“You’ll only want alcohol.” Sanji pointed out as he looked up from the cutting board. “Hey, you managed to get dirty already.” He jabbed his finger into Zoro’s chest, bringing his attention to the smudge of charcoal that covered his shoulder. Of course he would sling the charcoal over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before even considering the mess.

“It’s fine.” Zoro grunted. “You can be so prissy--”

“Nami wanted you to be clean, right?” Sanji didn’t wait for Zoro before he grabbed onto Zoro’s arm. Zoro froze and when he turned to really look at the blond, a towel was already on his skin, gently cleaning the charcoal. It was then that Zoro questioned if he really noticed Sanji’s hands.

He never used them in a fight, but surely his hands must have touched Zoro before. He had to have yanked Zoro before, tugging him in the right direction when he was going the wrong way.

But, the feeling of Sanji’s fingers against his bare skin was something he would’ve remembered if it did happen before. His fingers were strong but soft, keeping Zoro there while also using enough force necessary to get rid of the smudge.

“Thanks.” Zoro muttered.

“You can thank me by setting the chairs nicely around the table and getting the coolers ready.” Sanji threw the towel at his face as he turned around. He heard Zoro mutter insults under his breath but Sanji wasn’t in the right mental space to take the bait. He must not have slept that good last night and was probably still recovering from his shift at the restaurants so maybe that’s why the heat was bothering him so much.

He focused on his task. Preparing food, setting up the plates on the table and getting the grill ready. For the most part, Zoro was quiet, filling up the cooler with drinks and ice (and probably sneaking a drink while Sanji had his back turned). When Sanji was finally done setting up everything, he looked around to see what else needed to be done. The only thing left now was to actually cook the food but they wouldn’t do that until later when more people were here so the food could be nice and warm.

Sanji looked at Zoro, who was already trying to cool down by sitting by the edge of the pool with his feet dangling in the water. His eyes were closed and his head tilted towards the sun. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Zoro had finally managed to fall asleep sitting down.

Sanji debated for a moment, staring at the glass in his hand.

And before he really thought about it, he was already moving to sit next to Zoro, a healthy gap between the two of them.

“Here.” Sanji shoved the drink into Zoro’s face.

“What kind of booze is this?” Zoro cracked open one eye before moving to take the drink. Usually, Sanji only made mixed drinks for the girls.

“Water with fruit, idiot.” Sanji frowned. “It’s hotter than hell outside and you’ll get even more dehydrated.”

“I’ll just jump in the pool if I do.” Zoro took a sip, frowning in disappointment when he realized it really was just water.

“Were you dropped on your head as a child?” Sanji asked as he took out a cigarette. “Took one too many wooden swords to the brain?”

“Shut up!” Zoro leaned forward and dipped his free hand into the pool, splashing water at the blond. Somehow, he managed to completely soak his cigarette and his shirt.

“Hey! My shirt, you idiot!” Thankfully his shirt wasn’t a gift from Nami. He probably would’ve drowned himself if that was the case.

“Take it off.” Zoro shrugged with a grin on his lips. He could feel the spark growing between them. A fight was coming. Finally. He’d been wanting to get his hands on the blond since he walked in.

“What?” Instead of getting angry and yelling at him, his voice cracked.

“... Take it off?” Zoro repeated, this time unsure of himself when he noticed Sanji’s reaction. “... Or wear mine.” He added, scratching the back of his head. Was that romantic? Is that what Perona was talking about?

All Sanji did was stare at him, so that must not be romantic enough.

“Luffy! Don’t you dare!” Nami’s voice dragged them back.

“Pool!” Luffy cheered as he crashed into both of them, pushing all of them into the pool.

It was laughably pitiful, how Sanji’s beaming face instantly curled into a scowl when Zoro was the one to answer the door.

It was equally pitiful how Zoro’s heart did a stupid fucking flip when Sanji’s bright eyes were directed at him, even if it was for a second.

“Oh, I forgot you’d be here.” Sanji all but spat as he studied Zoro. Zoro looked down at himself, he was wearing sweats and a tank top, you know, things you usually wear in your home. Sanji, on the other hand, showed up in his usual dress shirt and pants. He didn’t even work today so Zoro wasn’t sure why he was dressed up.

“I live here.” Zoro gruffed as he rolled his eyes. He couldn’t help but feel irritated under those blue eyes. He took the bags from Sanji’s hand when the blond pushed past him and into the house, having no choice but to follow him into the kitchen. “What is all this stuff anyway?”

“Don’t you have eyes? It’s the baking supplies.”

“Tch, I mean why’d you bring it.”

“Well, Moss, usually, there are these things called ‘ingredients’ and--”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m five!”

“Zoooro.” Perona grinned as she practically floated down the stairs, a shit eating smile on her lips. “Sanji is doing us a favor. Besides, what happened to that hospitality Mihawk taught us about?” She stopped at the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the frame as she inspected her nails. Zoro narrowed his eyes, she had a look on her annoying face, a look like she was plotting something.

“Oh, Perona, you really are so graceful and well mannered. The complete opposite of this muscle head.” Sanji swooned as he tried to get closer to her. He barely made it past Zoro when the back of his shirt was yanked backwards, forcing him to collide with Zoro’s chest.

“Aren’t you supposed to stay in the kitchen?”

“Huh?!” Sanji growled as he fully turned around to glare at him. From over the cook’s shoulder, Zoro could see Perona frantically gesturing at him.

I-di-ot She mouthed.

“Thanks again, Sanji.” Perona sighed but didn’t move from her spot. “Do you have any ideas on the flavor? I have a feeling you’d have a better idea of Mihawk’s preference because of your tastes as a chef.”

“Perona dear you’ll make me blush.” Sanji giggled as he turned back to her. “From what you told me, and just from what Zeff told me about him whenever he comes by the restaurant, I was thinking maybe a light chiffon sponge cake with a mocha creme chiboust. It’s not too sweet for a refined palate and should be airy so it’s not heavy in the stomach. I’m still debating on the frosting for the outside, I’m guessing you’d want it to be a shade of gray though…”

“That’s perfect Sanji!” Perona jumped. Then, her eyes slid over to Zoro and she grinned wickedly. “I hate to bring you bad news, but Mihawk is kind of a coffee snob. Do you mind if we use our brand?”

“Of course not!” Sanji waved. “It’s your cake for Mihawk.”

“Oh shoot.” She pouted dramatically. “I just remembered we ran out of coffee.”

“You didn’t even look--” Zoro immediately shut his mouth when she shot him a nasty glare. Damn her. She’s not even going to help and this whole thing was her idea!

“Well moss, why don’t you make yourself useful--”

“No, no. I’ll go.” She quickly caught him off. “Zoro will just get lost and it’ll take hours for us to get this done. I want it to be a surprise for Mihawk when he comes home! So you boys start on the cake and I’ll be right back!” She practically ran out.

“Hey, Perona!” Zoro called out as he stomped out behind her. She completely ignored him until they reached the front door.

“Listen you green goblin.” She turned around and roughly poked at his chest. “Don’t ruin this. I’m the best sister in the world and I just gave you an opportunity with him on a silver platter.”

“You came up with such a lame excuse--”

“But I left you two alone, didn’t I?”

“You women are evil.” Seriously, what did Zoro do to deserve both Nami and Perona messing around with him and the cook.

“Oh I can be evil-er.” She giggled. “Oh, and don’t let Sanji do all the work! This is our gift to Mihawk!”

“Like you can talk!” Zoro yelled and made his way back into the kitchen. “Cook--” By the time he was back, Sanji was already mixing the batter. “What? How’d you do that so quickly?!” Zoro crossed his arms.

“I do this for a living.” He scoffed. “Well, not necessarily baking but you get my point.” Sanji didn’t look up from the batter as he was whisking. “It’s just the wet ingredients anyway. I haven’t even added the flour.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be helping?”

“You actually want to learn? I just assumed Perona forced this on you.” Sanji raised a brow. Well, he wasn’t wrong. But--

“Yeah.” He grunted out. Before even thinking about it, he added, “you actually going to teach me?” Sanji stopped whisking, staring at him like he grew a second head. Then, something softer flickered in the blond’s face.

“Yeah.” He muttered, looking down at the mixing bowl. “If your moss-brain can even comprehend it.” He took the bowl and placed it in front of Zoro. He stood there for a moment, actually wondering if they were doing this. Honestly, they’ve maybe worked directly together on a couple things here and there. Baking Mihawk’s cake together just felt so foreign, or maybe like uncharted territory. “Here, you can finish the batter while I start whipping the egg whites. You won’t have the technique for it.” Sanji couldn’t help but tease as he gestured to his own bowl.

“All this whisking is just a forearm workout? My arms are bigger than yours so I’ll be better at it.” Zoro frowned.

“What’s the difference between powdered sugar and confectioners sugar then?” Silence fell in the kitchen. “See?”

“You didn’t even give me 5 seconds!” Zoro growled.

“Now, mix that white powder into the bowl with that whisk.” Sanji spoke painfully slowly.

“I’m not an idiot you know!”

“What’s the difference between powdered--”

“Shut up, would you!?” Sanji only chuckled as he turned his attention back to the egg whites. Zoro tried to focus on mixing, but the silence between was making him bored and his attention started drifting. Somehow, he had only just noticed that Sanji had rolled up his sleeves, showing off his hands as he whipped the egg whites. Even though they looked dainty, they had to be strong from how often he cooks with them, right?

Ever since the pool party, he’s been thinking about the cook’s hands a lot more.

“You’ll over mix it.” Sanji’s voice pulled him back.

“Not my fault you’re slow, second place.”

“It’s not a race!” Despite his words, Sanji started whisking faster. “Do you know how long it takes to whip egg whites?”

“Not that long if I did it.”

“You--” He sighed. “You really are frustrating. I don’t understand how Perona ended up so sweet and you ended up… well, you ended up like you.”

“It’s your fault.”

“Like hell.” Sanji grunted as he reached over and kicked the back side of Zoro’s thigh. “If you’d just wait a couple more minutes, I’ll be done over here.” Not having anything else to do, Zoro just leaned against the counter and watched Sanji. “So now you're just going to glare at me like a dog?”

“‘M not glaring.”

“There’s this thing called ‘smiling’ that normal people do. You should try to do it more you’d look really--” Sanji suddenly stopped, making Zoro raise his eyebrow. “Here.” He practically pushed the bowl into Zoro’s hands. “Egg whites are done.”

“Hah? Just like that.”

“Yes, just like that-- Wait, you idiot, what are you doing?!”

“I’m going to mix ingredients together.”

“You don’t mix, you fold the egg whites in the batter.” He snatched the whisk from Zoro’s hand and then slapped the same hand with a rubber spatula. Zoro only grumbled as he snatched the spatula from out of Sanji’s hand as pay back and turned his attention back to the batter.

“Like a towel?”

“Here, I’ll show you.” Sanji sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He took the spatula from Zoro and grabbed some of the egg whites and plopped it into the batter. “Fold it.” Gently, he scooped the batter up and over itself, keeping the fluffy volume of the egg whites as it was incorporated with the rest of the batter. “Now you do it.”

“Fold it.” Zoro made a rough circular motion with his hand.

“That’s mixing!” Sanji hissed. “You really are an idiot, you know that?” Without any other words, he took Zoro’s wrist in one hand, and with the other, placed it on Zoro’s shoulder. He could feel Sanji’s chest press up against back, his firm hands guiding Zoro to the bowl of egg whites. He almost hooked his chin over Zoro’s shoulder, trying to see the bowl in front of them. Even though Zoro should be focusing on what he was doing, all he could focus on was Sanji's hands on him. “See? Folding.” Gently, Sanji moved Zoro’s hand in the same motion Sanji was trying to teach him.

And it all made sense.

Zoro craned his neck to look at Sanji, who tore his gaze away from the batter to meet Zoro’s head on.

In the instant their eyes met, Sanji’s fingers twitched on his wrist.

And Zoro had no choice but to lean in. Maybe it was because he wanted to get a better look at that expression on the cook’s face, or maybe it’s because he felt drawn in.

And the cook actually blushed.

“Where’s Perona with the coffee?” He blurted out, his hands sliding off of Zoro.

“Robin, this is bad.” Sanji groaned with his head still on the table. She actually was starting to think he had somehow glued himself there.

“Has something happened since our last chat?” Robin tilted her head. She resisted the urge to pet his blond hair. He was like a worm in this way, and it reminded her of being out on the field. Digging up bones, uncovering the truth, learning about history.

“No.” He immediately responded, pressing his face harder against the table. Robin only hummed, swirling her coffee with a spoon. It was strange, how loose lipped Sanji would become after a couple glasses of wine and yet he could still make a damn fine latte. “Yes.” He admitted, tilting his head to the side.

“Oh?” She urged him. She had to be delicate with him, strong enough to push him to talk but also to catch him when he stumbled over the words. And, she really did enjoy talking to him. The two of them were both chained by emotional isolation, but now they are both trying to be better.

“You… you understand me, right my dear sweet beautiful--”

“You’ve told me before, yes, but I’m still not understanding what’s changed. Have your feelings changed?” She was slightly worried but tried to hide it with sympathy. Sanji liked Zoro, but could that have changed because of their efforts? Maybe Sanji’s reaction was to start pushing Zoro away now.

“Yes.” Sanji finally cracked open his eyes, big and bright and watering. “No.” He quickly amended. “It’s complicated.”

“It’ll be simpler if you talk about it.” This time, she couldn’t resist patting his head.

“Same feelings.” Sanji sighed out. “But different… more… oh god, dear robin, don’t make me say it.” He cringed. “It’s more… present.” He practically gagged out. “Harder to ignore.”

“Oh, I see.” She smiled. “Is that so bad?”

“Yes!”

“It doesn’t have to be, you know.”

Blue eyes gazed up at her.

“You don’t have to push down these feelings. You can have this.”

“But Robin, it’s Zoro.”

“He has desirable qualities.”

“Robin, no! You’ll make me sick if you compliment him.”

“I’m not the one in love with him.”

“You make it sound so easy… But, we’re not, it’s not like that.”

Fighting can be a form of foreplay. Is what Robin wanted to say, but instead what she settled on saying was:

“Everything is easy with a little perspective. You mentioned that he’s been different around you, and that made your feelings become more intense… Maybe he's trying. And Is that not a sign to you that maybe you both want the same thing?”

Slowly, Sanji raised his head from the table, his jaw dropping slightly as he stared at her. She could tell he was trying not to blush, but she knew him too well. She knew better than to talk, letting him stew in silence as he put the pieces together in his mind. But before he could say anything, the front door opened.

“Robin, I’m home! And look who I found!” Chopper yelled as he walked in. “Zoro said he was trying to find his way back to his place but I found him all the way over here.”

“Chopper!” Zoro hissed as he entered. Suddenly, he stopped right in front of them at the table. Robin could practically see the wheels turning in his head as his eyes swept over the bottles of wine, empty glasses, and the close distance between her and Sanji. Then, he snapped his head to look at the blond and Robin couldn’t help but smile.

Oh my.

“You’re drinking without me?!” Zoro stomped over to him and yanked him out of the chair. And with her? The accusation was silent as he turned to look at Robin. “How come when I want to drink you won’t stop yapping about my liver?”

“Please, us having a glass of wine versus you chugging alcohol like water is completely different.” Instantly, Sanji was back to his normal self.

“Sanji’s right Zoro.” Chopper piped up. “You shouldn’t drink so much!”

“Well at least I don’t smoke!”

“Zoro’s right Sanji, you shouldn’t smoke!”

“Who’s side are you on, Chopper!” Sanji crossed his arms.

“The side of public health!” Chopper yelled out louder than them.

“This is perfect timing. Sanji, do you mind being a dear and showing Zoro the way home?” Robin smiled brightly at him, hoping the blond wouldn’t see through her plan. “Chopper and I were going to head over to pick up Luffy.”

“I’ll be your dear any day my sweet.” Sanji wiggled out of Zoro’s hold as he bowed in front of her. “Alright, moss, let’s get moving.”

“Since when can you start giving me orders?” Zoro complained but still moved to follow him. Right before he left, he met Robin’s eyes, and she only smiled wider and waved. Oh, fuck.

“Place nice you two.” She giggled as she showed them to the door.

“‘S not the way.” Zoro had barely made it onto the street and turned to start walking. Sanji didn’t bother to move, and only pointed in the opposite direction Zoro was walking. “Don’t know the own way to your home, Moss?”

“Shut up. You can barely walk.”

“Still know my left from my right.” He grinned.

“Your legs are too damn long, you’ll end up tripping over them.”

“Tch. And so what? Not like you’re strong enough to carry me if I do.” Sanji grinned as he teased. Zoro’s eye twitched as he just stood there glaring at Sanji. Then, he said nothing as he stomped his way over. “Hey, hey, don’t come any closer!” Sanji raised his leg in preparation.

“You’re so scrawny it’ll be like holding a twig.” The wicked grin on Zoro’s face suddenly reminded Sanji about the ridiculous weight training he did every day.

“Get your gorilla hands off of me!”

“Not strong enough to break my grip, huh, dish washer?”

“I’m going to stomp you to death and carry you to your own damn place. It’ll be faster.”

“I’d like to see you try!”

“I really am sorry, Sanji.” Vivi frowned as she watched Sanji somehow chop what felt like fifty vegetables in a matter of seconds.

“Nonsense my sweet Vivi.” Sanji sighed dreamily. “I’ll do anything you ask me too.”

“Your food is so famous, Sanji. My father couldn’t help but brag to his business partners about it and now you’re stuck preparing over two dozen meals. I seriously didn’t think that many people would show up.” She signed out as she was adjusting the flowers on the center pieces. “Luffy,” she called loudly, hoping he would hear her from outside, “do you mind taking these outside and placing one on each table?”

“I should be sorry that you have to help out for your own father’s dinner. You should be enjoying the moment but instead you're stuck decorating.” Sanji pointed out. “Also I wouldn’t trust Luffy with glass vases.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Vivi sighed. “Usopp--”

“Hey, growing moss. Get up and help Vivi set up outside.”

“Hah?” Zoro perked up. Vivi nearly jumped when she heard him behind her. Honestly, she had no idea he was there. It seemed like even Zoro was trying to hide because he was sitting on a wooden crate in the far corner of the kitchen. You would only be able to see him if you were behind the kitchen counter like Sanji was.

“Don’t ’hah’ me.” Sanji crossed his arms. “You’ve been sitting there an hour pretending to be asleep.”

“I was trying to fall asleep but you're so damn distracting.” Zoro hissed as he stood up, rubbing the back of his neck. “Besides, didn’t we do something like this already? Why do I need to help out again?”

“I heard my name be called.” Luffy popped into the kitchen, practically drooling. “Is it snack time, Sanji?”

“Luffy, you just got here.” Sanji sighed. “Don’t give me that look! Okay, fine. Here, try this sauce on a little piece of meat. You can be my taste tester.”

“Yahooo!” Luffy snatched the spoon from Sanji and almost swallowed it along with the sample. “Everything Sanji makes is good.”

“I was sitting here the whole time!” Zoro growled as he gathered the vases in his hands.

“Yes, yes, you were.” Sanji sighed and moved towards Zoro offering him a spoon full of sauce and meat. Zoro huffed but didn’t object to it when Sanji fed him, staring at the blond the entire time. Vivi blinked, staring between the two men as discreetly as she could manage. That was actually… cute.

“Hey, that’s not bad.” Zoro chewed his food thoughtfully.

“Wow, thanks for the helpful comments.” Sanji rolled his eyes and practically tore away from Zoro to busy himself with preparing the salad for the meal. “Luffy, I can see you trying to eat that, go outside with Mossy and make sure he doesn’t get lost between here and the 20 steps it takes to go to the dining area.”

“Shut up, Twirly!”

“How original.” Sanji waved him away.

Finally, it seemed like Zoro became aware of her presence as he studied her for a moment, raising an eyebrow at her. She could only stare back at him, not really knowing what he wanted.

“I always thought you were too nice for the witch.” Zoro smirked as he moved past her.

“Eh?”

“Don’t call Nami a witch!” Sanji roared and this time Zoro waved him off.

Vivi shook her head, moving to arrange the many sets of cutlery they would need for the tables.

“You know, Sanji.” She began softly, after she had finished most of her work. “I know Usopp was planning on driving the guys to Ace’s place after we were done setting up, and I’m really sorry that you have to stay here throughout the night helping.”

“Vivi, I assure you I’d rather be here with you two beautiful ladies.”

“Yes, but Nami and I will be a part of the party so we won’t be able to help as much.”

“Of course! I totally understand Vivi, no need to worry about me. You’re so sweet!” He gushed.

“But I feel bad leaving you here all by yourself, especially with so many guests. I can call Igaram--”

“It’s fine.” They both snapped their heads to the doorway. Zoro stood there, his arms crossed. “If the cook starts drinking, someone’s gotta make sure he gets home. Also, he’d do nothing but flirt all night and make a fool out of himself unless I’m here to keep him in check.”

And probably scare off anyone who tries to come up to Sanji.Vivi thought.

“Maybe you’re just too scared to walk home by yourself, ever think of that? Need me to hold your hand and show you the way home?” Sanji scoffed, but didn’t meet Zoro (or Vivi’s) eyes. “But, I suppose you’ll be useful getting the food out to the tables.” He paused. “If you don’t get lost.”

“Tch! I’ll show you!” Zoro stomped over to the last of the vases, gathered them up and stomped back outside.

“Zoorooooo!” Luffy bounded after him. “That’s the wrong way!”

And Sanji laughed, breathless and carefree.

Vivi looked at him, studying the way he smiled bashfully at the cutting board.

“I’m going to finish setting up outside.” She spoke softly as she gathered up the cutlery. “Do you need any more help before I go?”

“Not at all, my princess!” Sanji beamed.

“We’ll try to keep Luffy away from the kitchen, but it may be a good idea to have Zoro stand watch.” She watched the look Sanji got on his face at the mention of his name, but didn’t want to make him feel any more uncomfortable.

She went outside to look at their decorations swaying softly in the sea breeze. The restaurant was practically open to the ocean, all you had to do was open the gate to walk down the pier. It was a beautiful spot, she truly was grateful that Sanji was able to help them out.

She turned her attention away from the sparkling ocean to look at Zoro, who was slowly approaching her. She smiled at him, before looking back at the seafoam dancing with the waves.

“Thanks.” Zoro muttered standing beside her to stare at the ocean. She wondered if he saw Sanji out here. He probably did. They all did.

“For what?”

“Aren’t you a part of the witch’s little scheme too?”

“Oh, that.” Vivi blushed. “No, well, maybe? I guess I am as I know the plan, but I wasn’t that comfortable meddling too much…” She confessed. “But from the looks of it, you guys really don’t need that much help anymore.”

Zoro felt it too, the natural progression in whatever this was between him and Sanji.

“Yeah.” Zoro agreed, not taking his eyes away from the ocean. If he listened closely, he could still hear the sounds of pots and pans in the kitchen. His feet moved before he realized it.

The rest of the time was a blur. Maybe Zoro really did fall asleep while Sanji was busy cooking. Luffy was gone now, so there really wasn’t any reason for him to stand watch. So he sat there, back in the corner half attempting to hide his watchful gaze as he let the cook get serious.

Since the guests started arriving, Vivi couldn’t spend as much time helping Sanji in the kitchen. And Nami showed up too, she was doubly distracted. Zoro sunk deeper into his seat as he imagined Nami’s self satisfied smirk when Vivi would tell her what had been going on.

Before he could even fall into a deep sleep, his boot was kicked.

“What.” Zoro didn’t bother opening his eyes.

“Get up, this is where your fun begins.” When he opened them, Sanji was staring down at him. Zoro froze, looking up at Sanji who hadthat grin on his lips. “You’re going to help me serve people now.” He sidestepped, showing off the horrendous amount of plates he had prepped and were waiting on the counter. “Now, hurry up, before it gets cold.”

“We have to do all this by ourselves? Where the hell is the witch to help out in all this?”

“You idiot!” Sanji kicked him again once he stood up. “The Ladies aren’t supposed to help us!” And with that, Zoro watched as he somehow managed to stack five plates onto his arms. “Why don’t you use your three sword style and hold three plates?”

“That’s not how that works.” Zoro grumbled, but only took two. He’d rather take more trips than drop a plate. He wouldn’t hear the end of it from the cook if he did. “You must be a joy to work with.” Zoro muttered as he followed Sanji out to the dining area.

“Are you curious? You’ll have to work harder than that if you want to work for me in my own restaurant.” Sanji rolled his eyes.

“No way in hell I’m working for you, cook.” Zoro growled. “Unless I’m getting free food I wouldn’t even bother sticking around.”

“Would free food really be enough for you?”

“If it’s yours, yeah.” Sanji didn’t stop, but he didn’t turn his head slightly, as if he wanted to make sure he heard him correctly.

Zoro didn’t say anything else, he didn’t need to.

And Sanji kept on weaving in between tables. Towards the end of the evening, Zoro waited at the outskirts of the dinner party, watching the blond chat and pour drinks for every table. The bastard still gave extra attention to Nami and Vivi’s table. It seemed so effortless for Sanji, having small talk with everyone. It seemed so hypnotizing, watching the way Sanji’s eyes lit up when someone asked him about the recipe.

Time seemed to fly by, as he watched Sanji under the changing sunlight from the afternoon to the evening.

It was well into the night, when the guest started leaving. Honestly, Zoro couldn’t be happier. It was a long ass night and Zoro was ready to go home. He had no idea how Sanji did it all week. He couldn’t help it, he wanted the guests to leave quicker (especially Nami and Vivi), so he resorted to glaring at them from afar.

Sure enough, when people would glance over their shoulder to meet his gaze, they quickly started to rush out.

But, Sanji was a lot of things, and he was especially smart.

“Why don’t you wait at the pier until I’m done here?” Sanji sighed as he walked over to Zoro for what felt like the first time in hours. He wanted to argue, to hold Sanji’s attention on him, but the anger quickly left when he actually got a close up look of the cook.

“You sure?” Zoro looked at his exhausted face.

“Yes, Vivi called Igaram after all and he insisted on doing the clean up. I’ll just tell him where the leftovers are and wrap up what I need to take care of.” Sanji’s eyelids felt heavy. Now that there weren’t that many people around, his energy was leaving him.

Zoro looked at Sanji, but didn’t have time to argue when he was called back to the kitchen.

Zoro sighed as he stood up, walking towards the pier. The water was pitch black now, making the lights out in the ocean look like stars. He sat down, the tips of his boots barely skimming the water.

It felt like progress.

Sure, they still argued and teased each other, but Zoro wasn’t entirely an idiot. He could feel that something was different between them. Their eyes lingered, more touches, less bite behind their arguments.

“Here.” Sanji sat down beside Zoro, offering him a plate of onigiri. Zoro glanced at the rice, knowing that that wasn’t on the menu so he must have made it just for him. The thought did something to Zoro, but he didn’t dwell on it and instead decided to eat. “We’re right by the ocean so seaweed was easy to find…” Sanji tried to explain. “Thanks for all your help.”

“No problem. You sure worked your ass off.” Zoro couldn’t help but point out, staring at the dark sea in front of him. “How long have you been up?”

“Five in the morning.” His response came after a pause. It was soft and quiet and Zoro could barely hear it over the sound of the waves.

“No wonder you’re like a zombie--” Zoro was about to chuckle, but it got stuck in his throat when he felt something warm press against his shoulder. Sanji sighed before his breath evened out, sinking deeper into the wall of muscle. Zoro could feel the breath on his collar bone, heating the skin there. Slowly, he turned his head but all he could see was blond hair.

“You’ll fall into the ocean, idiot.” Zoro sighed as he wrapped his arms around Sanji’s waist, pulling him closer.

“Are you… in on it too…?” Zoro asked, glancing from side to side like someone was watching them.

“Huh?” Hiyori blinked. “In on what?” She looked around too, hoping to find out what was making Zoro act so strangely. Usually, Zoro was the definition of focus during his time training in the dojo, but today, his mind seemed elsewhere. He kept glancing at the entrance and practicing his swings with more force. He was also shirtless, which Hiyori was surprised Mihawk let him do (usually he prefers to have some decorum in the dojo).

“Look, I know the witch set this whole thing up. She’s recruited too many minions to ‘help’ me.”

Hiyori hummed as she tried to think what on earth he was talking about.

“I thought Vivi would’ve told you all by now…” Zoro paused, looking particularly embarrassed. “Are you here to make the cook jealous? Nami thought it would be funny but she’s fucking evil and Perona said it wasn’t necessary.”

“Sanji… jealous?” Hiyori started connecting the dots together. Oh. It all made sense. How all those months ago, Zoro wouldn’t even glance at her when she tried to touch his arm but the second Sanji even breathed Zoro was marching over to smack their foreheads against each other.

She guesses she shouldn’t be so surprised, fighting is a form of passion, after all.

But… Sanji was still giving her doubts. He seemed over eager to please women, but when it came to men he was less obvious with his attentive nature. But, Nami was smart, and she and Robin always glanced at each other with mirth over Zoro and Sanji’s antics. Something must have developed since she last saw them for Zoro to speak with hope regarding the blond.

She had honestly just come to watch Momonosuke practice, but the situation has piqued her interest and she does owe Zoro a favor for helping Momo.

“Is he stopping by today?” Makes sense as to why he’s shirtless then. Wait, was Mihawk on it too? Hiyori immediately shut down the thought. Mihawk had better things to do and just because Perona was in on it didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t like Zoro and Sanji needed a whole town just to get them to confess…

… Right?

“Yeah. He is.” There was a hint of pride in his smile, before he was forced to start training when Mihawk stepped into the room.

Well, it wouldn’t hurt to talk to Sanji to see where things are at. And if she happened to point out some of Zoro’s impressive qualities to the man in hopes of making him realize his feelings, that wouldn’t be so bad? And if Sanji got a tiny bit jealous, then it wasn’t exactly intentional on her part.

Hiyori nodded to herself as she moved closer to the wall of the dojo, usually, Mihawk didn’t like an audience, but since she was Momo’s sister and had some swordsmithing knowledge, he didn’t pay much attention to her.

It was already half an hour into the training session, and Hiyori was about to cheer for Momonosuke, but right when she got up to cheer, a flash of gold drew her and Zoro’s attention away. Sanji stood at the entry door, quickly sliding it closed as he tried to sneak his way inside. It obviously didn’t work as Mihawk sighed in exasperation as he smacked Zoro with the hilt of his sword.

“About time.” Zoro huffed, but didn’t make his way over to Sanji and instead started to train even harder.

The blond man only scoffed at Zoro’s direction as a greeting before he moved on.

“Oh. Momonosuke is here.” Sanji muttered before he perked up and looked around wildly.

“Hello, Sanji.” Hiyori called to him softly, guessing that he was looking for her. She really didn’t want to distract anyone else there.

“Hiyori!” Sanji practically sang as he made his way over to her. She couldn’t help but wince at the attention, and at the fact that Zoro was now glaring at their direction. So much for not distracting anyone. “My lovely lady, if I had known you were waiting for me, I would have come sooner.” His voice was low as he quickly moved to sit beside her. Despite his initial loud reaction, it seemed like he was now reading the room.

“You’re too kind, Sanji.” Hiyori smiled. “What’s that?” She couldn’t help but ask. “It smells amazing.”

“Ah, this.” Sanji brought up the bag between them and opened it for her to see. “I brought a snack and I made a drink to keep him hydrated after he’s done.” He looked anywhere except Zoro. “But had I known you and Momo would be here, I would’ve packed extra for you.” He gushed.

“That’s alright.” She waved as she shot a glance at Zoro, who didn’t seem too happy that the blond’s attention wasn’t on him. “Is this your first time being here to watch Zoro?” When the blond hesitated (and still didn’t look at him) she continued. “He’s so dedicated, it’s inspiring.” She gave her best fake dopey smile as she made it a point to stare at Zoro, hoping Sanji would do the same.

“You’re far more inspiring, my dear.” Sanji bowed his head. “You and Momo… are inspiring. It’s not often you find a wonderful pair of siblings--” Sanji cut himself off, clearing his throat. He looked down at his hands.

“Our parents raised us to be close.” Hiyori spoke softly and Sanji looked up at her. “My father taught us to hold onto our loved ones, no matter what. He and my mother are my role models. I want to have a relationship just like them.” She smiled. “She would always tell me that having a swordsman as a husband was surprisingly nice.”

“A cook for a husband would be nice too.” She ignored him.

“Someone to protect you, someone so devoted to you, someone easy on the eyes.” She kept flashing her gaze at Zoro, hoping Sanji would just take the hint already. But the blond’s attention was solely on her words, like he was truly thinking about them.

“Yeah…” The agreement slipped out of his mouth.

“It’s interesting to watch them practice too.” She added.

“Beauty will always be much more interesting to watch.” Sanji battered his eyelashes at her and she actually laughed at how sappy he sounded.

“But, there’s beauty in strength, isn’t there?” She nodded her head to Zoro.

This time, by what felt like an act of God, Sanji turned his head to look at Zoro.

And she saw it.

She saw the way his blue eyes locked onto him, the way his jaw opened slightly, the way his cheeks were colored with his blush. Hiyori found herself staring at Sanji staring at Zoro. She had to admit when he didn’t take the bait and get jealous, that worried her a little. But there was no mistaking it with that look.

“Right, Sanji?” She pressed him softly for an answer. Sanji practically jumped out of his skin, his entire face red as he fought to keep his attention between the two.

“Wuh, uh, um…” He fumbled, and finally croaked out, “yeah.”

Her lips curled up to smile, but sudden loud footsteps drew their attention away from each other. It sounded like a tiger was about to pounce on them. And all Hiyori saw right before was a flash of green.

“You’re supposed to be watching me!” Zoro growled at Sanji, yanking the cook away and dragging him towards the exit.

“It’s rude not to look at a lady when she speaks!” Sanji reasoned as he was practically carried down the steps of the dojo. And God, it was at times like this that he remembered Zoro is just a wall of muscle.

Sweaty muscle.

“I can walk you know!” Sanji snapped as he tried to wiggle away from his grasp.

“So?” Zoro trudged along.

“‘So’? Put me down!”

“Don’t want to.” Zoro argued back.

“Where are we going?” They were in the back garden area. Thankfully it’s fenced in so Zoro can take them too far away. “Do you even know where you want to go?”

“Away.”

“Hey, caveman moss, can you use more words?” Suddenly, he was put down. Sanji quickly scrambled backwards, creating some space between them as he glared at Zoro. “Why did you drag me out here? That was rude, you know!”

“I don’t care if it’s rude, I don’t care what anyone else thinks. And I’m tired of listening and waiting.” He took a step closer, puffing out his chest. “This is between you and me.” There was a feeling of satisfaction, when the cook looked him up and down and blushed.

He should’ve done this from the beginning, screw Nami and Perona.

“What is?” He shifted.

“You’re so fucking frustrating.” Zoro took slow but solid steps towards him.

“You want to fight?!” Sanji finally growled as he raised his leg, preparing to kick.

“What if I want to? Want to fight. Want to hold you down. Want to be close.” He grabbed his leg, holding the blond in place as he shoved their foreheads against each other. He could feel Sanji’s bangs against his own cheek, his blue eyes burning his soul, and his breath against his lips. He smelled like spices and cigarettes. Zoro licked his lips in anticipation.

It felt right, having Sanji’s intense look only focused on him.

“No, you’re frustrating.” Sanji tilted his head ever so slightly closer. A challenge. “You’re so fucking annoying. Everything you do annoys me.” Despite his words, he still held Zoro’s gaze. His hand reached up to dig into Zoro’s shoulder, almost like he was going to pull him closer. “But… you say shit like this and--”

“And?” He flexed the hand that was holding the cook’s leg.

“And it confuses me.” Sanji tried to hiss out, but his words lost all venom half way through.

“What don’t you get, Love Cook?” It was obvious to Zoro. Everything was.

“You.” Sanji’s fingers dug into his shoulder. “You’re dirty, you have bad manners, you drink too much, you always know how exactly to piss me off--” Zoro rolled his eyes. “But.” Sanji titled his head again, forcing Zoro to look back at him. “You’ve been… different.”

“What about you, you’ve been different too.” He pointed out.

“You always cut me off.”

“Are you just going to talk shit about me the whole time?” Now he was just getting impatient.

“You asked what confused me!”

“You confuse yourself a whole lot too… Always over thinking, fawning over women, always bending over backwards to please.”

Sanji narrowed his eyes.

“You seem to know me well.” He scoffed. “Why don’t you tell me how you really think of me?”

“I think you need to get out of your own head and just admit you like me.” Sanji froze, even his breath was caught in his throat. And just like that, Zoro knew he won whatever this was. “Yeah, you like me.” He grinned, this time he spoke with more bravado. He felt like gloating, and judging from the way Sanji’s leg tightened around him, he would take the bait.

“Well, you like me too, idiot!” Sanji yelled, red and fierce. Then, a grin spread on to his lips when Zoro only blushed in response. Still, neither one of them backed down. “How long have you been wanting me, huh? Desperate to have me?” He taunted. “Is that why sweet beautiful Perona invited me over? Had to ask her for help?”

“I didn’t ask for their help.” He muttered.

“‘Their’ help?”

“Oi, between us, remember?” Zoro snapped. “Don’t talk about anyone else or else I’m going to have to force you to shut up.”

“You can try, you asshole.” Sanji snapped back, his eyes bright and filled with mischief.

A bait. This time, directed at him.

Obviously, Zoro wasn’t one to back down.

He tried to surge forward, trying to claim the prize in all this.

And then, Zoro was aware that Sanji actually had two legs. The other leg kicked him in his stomach forcing him backwards and to drop his hold. Zoro’s hands flew to his swords but he didn’t draw them. There was that spark again between them. This time, the anger and excitement simmered down into something more. He could feel it in his chest, in his stomach, and in his hands.

Sanji charged at him.

But Zoro understood him.

So he braced himself as he watched Sanji kick himself up from the ground, long legs wrapping around Zoro’s waist. Zoro grinned, his hand gripping one of Sanji’s thighs and the other clutched at his lower back, stabilizing them both. They both stared at each other for a moment.

“I won.” Zoro breathed, having Sanji right where he wanted him.

“No, I won.” His legs tightened around him playfully. “I’m above you, after all.”

Zoro scoffed, his hand leaving Sanji’s back to curl itself into his dress shirt as he yanked him down, crashing their lips together.