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The Thousand Sunny was unusually quiet that morning—until chaos broke loose in the galley.

Sanji’s eyes snapped open, only to find himself staring into Zoro’s face. For a brief moment, they just blinked at each other, both tied up with ropes, sitting on the floor. Their heads were covered with sacks, but it wasn’t long before they realized they were far from alone.

“What the hell, moss-head?!” Sanji snarled, wiggling against the ropes, irritated by how close Zoro was.

“You’re the one sitting on my leg!” Zoro growled back, clearly just as annoyed. “Get off!”

“I’m not the one squashing you!”

Their bickering continued, muffled by the sacks still covering their heads, until the sound of someone clearing their throat snapped them both out of their arguing.

The door to the galley creaked open, and Nami entered first, her arms crossed with an expression of pure amusement. Behind her, Chopper, Usopp, and Franky followed, looking way too intrigued for their own good. Robin strolled in last, sipping her tea as if this was just another normal day on the ship.

Luffy popped in behind them, his grin wide. “Hey! What’s going on? You two throwing a party?”

Brook’s skull bobbed into view next. “Yohohoho! I hope I’m not interrupting something fun!”

Sanji and Zoro shot them glares at the same time, clearly annoyed by everything. “What’s happening?!” Sanji demanded. “We’re tied up, and you’re just standing there like idiots!”

Zoro grumbled in agreement. “Yeah, what the hell’s going on here?”

Nami ignored their confusion and gave a knowing smirk. “We need to talk.”

“About what?!” Zoro asked, his patience thinning.

“Is this about the broken railing?” Sanji blurted out.

Franky blinked, genuinely confused. “What broken railing?”

“No! It’s the—” Sanji started again, but Zoro cut him off.

“Wait, is this about the broken window?” Zoro asked, finally sounding concerned, but only for a split second before he looked at Franky. “What broken window?”

Franky furrowed his brow, thoroughly baffled. “What are you two talking about?”

“Guys, enough with the ship parts,” Nami interrupted, her voice cutting through the confusion. “It’s not about any of that. It’s about… *you two*.”

The crew exchanged looks, some trying to hold back laughter, others just watching in amusement. Luffy was practically bouncing with excitement. “What, like a treasure hunt or something?”

Brook let out a cheerful laugh. “Yohohoho! I love a good investigation!”

Nami’s smirk grew. She stepped aside to reveal a projector screen, and with a flick of Usopp’s hand, it powered on. Bright red letters flashed across the screen:

(**"IS ZOSAN REAL? A Presentation by Nami and the Others"** )

Sanji and Zoro froze, staring at the screen in complete disbelief. “What the hell does that even mean?” Sanji snapped, his face flushing with irritation. “And why is it called *Zosan*? Shouldn’t it be *Sanzo*?”

Zoro, still processing the absurdity of it all, scowled. “Yeah, I don’t get it either. What’s with this *Zosan* crap?”

Nami crossed her arms, her tone dripping with amusement. “Well, that’s what we’re here to figure out. You two have a *dynamic* that’s… caught our attention.”

“The dynamic?” Sanji’s eye twitched. “What dynamic? We argue all the time!”

Usopp, holding up a notebook filled with scribbles and diagrams, jumped in eagerly. “See, we’ve been collecting evidence. And what we’ve found is… *compelling*.”

The projector clicked, and the first image appeared on the screen: Zoro and Sanji awkwardly sharing a piece of meat from the same plate, eyes meeting just a moment too long. The next image showed Zoro putting his hand on Sanji’s shoulder after an injury, both of them looking uncomfortably close.

Sanji’s face turned a deeper shade of red, while Zoro just stared at the screen like he was watching his life fall apart. “This is ridiculous,” Zoro muttered under his breath.

Luffy raised his hand with a bright smile. “Wait, are you two like, a team now? For real?”

Brook giggled, his skeletal laughter filling the room. “Yohohoho! They make such a good team, I can already hear the wedding bells!”

Sanji’s eye twitched, and Zoro groaned in annoyance, his face heating up. “This is a damn joke, right?”

Nami was clearly enjoying this. “It’s not a joke, Zoro. You two have been *suspected* of having… something more than just bickering. Something that might just be *real*.”

“We’re not doing this!” Sanji snapped, struggling harder against his ropes. “This is insane!”

Zoro shot him a sideways glance, grumbling, “Yeah, this is getting stupid.”

“But what if it’s true?” Luffy interrupted, his eyes wide with excitement. “Are you guys secretly in love or something?”

“Love?!” Sanji sputtered. “No way!”

Zoro looked like he might strangle Luffy, but he kept his cool—barely. “No, Luffy. No way.”

Brook’s voice echoed through the room, teasing. “Yohohoho! You two could be the perfect match! You know, opposites attract and all that.”

Sanji slapped a hand to his forehead, exasperated, while Zoro let out a frustrated sigh. “This is the worst day ever.”

“Don’t worry,” Nami said, her grin wide and mischievous. “We’re just getting started.”

The crew chuckled at the chaos unfolding before them, and Zoro and Sanji knew that their day had only just begun.

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The air in the room felt thick with tension, like something was about to explode. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Zoro and Sanji, still tied up on the floor, looking utterly confused and irritated.

Nami, with a sly grin plastered across her face, stood in front of them, her arms crossed. “Alright, gentlemen,” she said, clearly enjoying every second of this. “We’ve got a volunteer to help us with this little project.”

Zoro blinked. “Volunteer? For what? Are we gonna clean the ship or something?”

Sanji gave Zoro an exasperated look. “Moss-head, do you really think Nami would rope someone into helping with cleaning? Please.”

Nami smirked at them both. “No, this is much more interesting.” She turned her head toward the door and snapped her fingers.

With that dramatic gesture, the door swung open. And there I was—* mention your name*, the one and only volunteer. I strolled into the room with a grin, a glint of mystery in my eyes. Without saying a word, I crossed my legs with a flourish, the whole atmosphere changing to something straight out of a detective movie. The room felt like it was filled with suspense... even though I was just here to have a little fun.

Sanji’s eyes instantly lit up. He straightened his posture, his usual flirtatious grin spreading across his face. “Who’s that bi—” He started, but his voice trailed off when he realized the words that were about to escape his mouth. “Uh… wait. Who *is* that?”

“I’m a lady ( if you guys are boys too so sorry but in this story you guys are girls) ,” I said smoothly, still grinning, and met his gaze without hesitation.

Sanji’s face broke into a full-on, dopey smile. “A beautiful lady?” he asked, practically swooning.

I raised an eyebrow. “If you say so.”

Zoro, sitting next to him and looking as unamused as ever, grumbled, “Who the hell is that bitch?” He shot a glare in my direction.

I didn’t even flinch. Instead, I gave him a cool, knowing look. “Does it really matter who I am, Moss-head?” I said, letting my tone drip with amusement. “What matters is that I’m the one who’s going to expose you two for what you really are.”

Sanji blinked, clearly taken aback by that comment. “What?!” He leaned forward, his interest piqued. “What do you mean expose us?”

I crossed my legs with exaggerated flair, and the room suddenly felt like it belonged in a noir detective film. “Oh, don’t worry about it, lovebirds. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Sanji stared at me, wide-eyed. “Lovebirds?!”

Zoro groaned, tugging at the ropes around his wrists, clearly annoyed by the whole situation. “I swear to—” he started, but I cut him off.

“Enough chatter,” I said, unzipping my bag with a dramatic flourish. Out came all sorts of papers, files, and—most importantly—an absurdly large stack of evidence. I held it up with a deadpan expression. “Time to expose the truth. Prepare yourselves.”

The entire crew was watching with bated breath. Nami was practically grinning ear to ear. Usopp looked like he was about to pass out from the excitement, and Luffy was already chomping at the bit to jump in.

“You’re not seriously gonna expose us over some stupid fanfiction nonsense, are you?” Zoro asked, still scowling, but his tone had a bit of a nervous edge now.

“Oh, it’s much more than that,” I said with a wink, pulling out a few “witness statements” from Usopp.

Sanji, looking even more confused and now a little nervous, glanced at Zoro. “Wait, are we really doing this?”

Zoro looked like he might burst from frustration, but he managed to choke out, “You’re both ridiculous.”

But I wasn’t done yet. I flipped open one of the files, revealing… a diagram of Zoro and Sanji’s interactions over the past few days. There were arrows, circles, and an absurd amount of coffee stains.

“See this? Evidence.” I said with a dramatic pause, pointing at the arrows. “It’s obvious. You two are connected in more ways than just bickering.”

Sanji’s face went red. “Wha—No, we’re not! We don’t—”

Zoro interrupted him with a growl. “This is *insane*.”

I smirked. “It’s just the beginning.”

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The room felt like it was charged with electricity, every member of the crew waiting to see how far I was going to take this. The stakes had never been higher. I’d gathered all my evidence, and now it was time to expose Zoro and Sanji for the *unspoken* truths they’d been trying to keep under wraps.

I reached into my bag, but when I pulled out my next piece of evidence, I froze. My *18+ Yaoi collection* stared back at me, daring me to act casual. I blinked rapidly, hoping no one noticed my face turning crimson.

"*I fvcked up again,*" I thought, mentally facepalming. *Why, oh why, do I have that with me?*

But there was no time to linger on my mistake. I closed the bag quickly and forced a smile.

“Alright, Nami!” I called out, my voice a little too chipper. “Give me my ‘Hello, Kitten’ bag!”

Nami, clearly already anticipating the drama, handed it to me without a second thought. I opened it and pulled out the files I had prepared. Time to bring the *real* investigation to light.

“Let’s begin,” I said with a confident grin, looking around the room. “The *Zosan* investigation has officially started.”

“I’ll start with Robin,” I said, pointing to her. “Miss Robin, you are the *eye evidence*.”

Robin looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Eye evidence? This should be good.”

“Oh, you’ve seen Zoro and Sanji’s *intimate glances*, right?” I said, eyes glinting. “The way they look at each other when they think no one’s watching? You’re the expert in that department.”

Robin smirked slightly. “I suppose I have seen *something*.”

“Perfect,” I said, turning to Franky. “Franky, you’re the *ear evidence*.”

Franky blinked. “Ear evidence? What do you mean by that?”

“You’ve overheard plenty,” I said, grinning. “You’ve been around when Zoro and Sanji were *fighting* in the kitchen, or should I say… when they were *arguing* about more than just broken windows and railings. You heard things. Important things.”

Franky chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’ve heard a few things that made me raise an eyebrow.”

“Now, let’s move on to Usopp,” I said, turning to him. “Usopp, you poor soul, you’re the *poor victim* evidence.”

Usopp flinched, looking absolutely horrified. “Wait! Why am I the victim?”

“Because you were there,” I said, leaning forward. “You witnessed something none of us can unsee. Remember that time when you saw Zoro and Sanji *do six* in the *Meal and Deal* comic? You know, *that* comic?”
( I add reference of one of my fav comic of zosan meal and deal you guys can find it on X)

Usopp’s face turned as white as a sheet. “Y-You can’t be serious! I… I didn’t *see* anything like that!”

“Oh, but you did,” I said with a grin. “You overheard Zoro threatening to kill you if you ever told anyone what you saw. *That* is the kind of victim evidence we need.”

Usopp groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I’m so screwed.”

I turned to Brook next. “And now we move to Brook, the second *eye evidence*,” I said with a wink.

Brook perked up, eager as always. “Yohoho! What’s this about now?”

“Well, do you remember when Sanji was in Nami’s body and you, Zoro, and Sanji were running from that *disaster*?” I said, grinning. “Zoro said he wasn’t going to save Sanji, but he *did* grab his hand to stop him from falling. A little *chivalrous* gesture, don’t you think?”

Brook laughed lightly. “Yohoho! I do remember that. Zoro grabbed his hand just before Sanji could fall. Very interesting, indeed.”

I crossed my legs and leaned back, letting the tension build. “And then there’s Luffy,” I said, pausing dramatically. “Luffy, the *meat lover*.”

Luffy, who had been quietly munching on some meat, looked up. “Eh? What’s going on?”

I smirked. “Luffy, you’re always there when Sanji gives you meat to keep you from speaking, right? Well, now I’m going to expose everything.”

Sanji’s eyes widened. “What does Luffy have to do with all of this?!”

“Oh, it’s not just about the meat,” I said, my voice dripping with mischief. “It’s about everything. You’ve all been trying to hide it, but now it’s time for the truth to come out.”

Zoro was practically fuming at this point, his face red with embarrassment. “This is ridiculous. We didn’t do anything!”

“Really?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Because I’ve got evidence from every angle. You’ve been doing *six* ( mean sex) , Zoro. It’s all in the *Meal and Deal* comics. Usopp saw it, Franky heard it, Robin’s seen the glances, and Brook knows how you act when Sanji nearly fell.” I leaned forward. “And now, I’m going to expose the *truth*.”

Zoro shot me a glare, his arms crossed over his chest. “This is insane. None of this makes any sense.”

But the crew was silent, eagerly awaiting what I’d reveal next. I crossed my arms, letting the silence hang in the air. “What do you say now, Zoro? Ready to finally admit it?”

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The tension in the room was thick, like a storm about to break. I could practically feel the electricity between Zoro and Sanji, their postures stiff with the weight of what was coming. It was my turn to lead the charge, and I was ready to expose every little thing.

“Alright, everyone,” I said, my voice dripping with excitement. “It’s time to get down to the *real* evidence.”

I looked directly at Robin, who had been watching the exchange with an unreadable expression. “Robin, you’re the expert here. You’ve seen what’s really been going on. The glances. The touches. The… tension between Zoro and Sanji. Tell us what you’ve noticed.”

Robin closed her book slowly and raised a single eyebrow, giving me a slight, knowing smile. “Oh, I’ve seen more than I care to admit. The looks they exchange when they think no one is watching—especially when they're fighting. It’s not just about *arguing*. There’s something deeper in the way they act, like they’re trying to hide something… and the way they move around each other? It’s almost like a dance.”

Sanji nearly choked. “No way! We don’t *do* anything like that! Robin, you’re just reading too much into it!” His face was redder than a tomato, and he tried to wave it off, clearly flustered. “We just—*argue*, alright? Nothing else!”

I let out a small laugh, clearly not buying it. “You can keep covering it up all you want, Sanji. Robin’s not the only one who’s seen what’s really going on.”

Next, I turned to Franky. “Franky, you’ve got the *ear evidence*, don’t you?”

Franky nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Oh, I’ve overheard plenty of *interesting* things between those two,” he said with a smirk. “I mean, come on, their arguments sound a little too *heated* sometimes. It’s not just the usual ‘who’s cooking’ fights. There’s a different vibe when they think no one else is around.”

Sanji growled. “This is nonsense! I didn’t do anything with him!”

But Franky only shrugged, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Well, if it’s nothing, why do they always seem to be hiding it?”

I could see Sanji’s patience starting to fray. But I was enjoying this too much to stop now.

I looked over at Usopp, who looked like he was about to pass out from anxiety. “Usopp,” I said, with a grin. “You’ve seen something too, haven’t you?”

Usopp’s eyes were wide with terror. “No! I— I didn’t see anything! I swear!”

Zoro shot him a look so cold, it could freeze a whole ocean. The pressure in the room escalated instantly. Usopp was now sweating bullets.

I turned toward Zoro, then back to Usopp. “We might need to plan your funeral after this, buddy,” I said, trying to hide my amusement.

Usopp’s face went even paler. “I didn’t see anything! Nothing like that!”

“Oh, you saw plenty, Usopp,” I teased. “Remember when you got an eyeful of Zoro and Sanji’s *private moments*? The *six* in the *Meal and Deal* comic?”

Usopp winced at the memory. “I—I didn’t mean to! It was an accident! I—”

I raised an eyebrow, glancing at Zoro again. “Don’t worry, Usopp. You’re in good company.”

Finally, Brook, who’d been eerily silent, spoke up. “Yohoho! I do recall something,” he said with his usual goofy grin. “I’ve seen them exchange glances when they think nobody is looking, especially when they’re trying to be tough in front of the crew. But the way they are around each other? I can tell there’s more to their relationship than just rivalry.”

Sanji slammed his hands on the table. “This is getting out of hand! We didn’t—*we never*—did anything like that!”

I chuckled. “Oh, Sanji, you're making it worse. The whole crew’s noticed the tension. It's not just *us*.”

Nami suddenly crossed her arms, her voice firm. “Zoro, let’s talk about money for a second. You brought in money a while back and bought wine. But when we checked, you spent money on *other things*. And then I noticed something interesting... Sanji had new stuff. Flowers. A new kitchen knife, for one. You didn’t tell anyone, did you, Zoro?”

Sanji’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about?! Nami-swan ” He was practically shaking at this point.

Nami raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp. “I’m not blind, Sanji. I noticed you suddenly had all these things—things we didn’t budget for.”

Zoro looked away, his guilt written all over his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, clearly trying to stay cool.

But I could see the cracks starting to show. This was just the beginning. The truth was coming out, bit by bit. And Zoro and Sanji weren’t going to be able to deny it much longer.

Sanji froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Wait, that’s not—”

I raised my hand to cut him off. “It’s okay, Sanji. We’re all friends here. The truth is pretty clear by now. Zoro’s been buying these things for you. Flowers, knives... everything. Why keep it a secret, huh?”

Zoro clenched his fists, his face turning redder by the second. “I didn’t—” he began, but the words died in his throat as Nami’s words hung in the air.

“And,” Nami added with a devilish smile, “I’m starting to think Zosan is no longer just a theory. It’s real. And we’ve all got the evidence to prove it.”

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The tension in the room was palpable, everyone waiting for the next piece of evidence to drop. I couldn’t help but enjoy how uncomfortable Sanji was getting. The poor guy was sweating bullets, trying to keep his cool, but I was about to blow this whole thing wide open.

"Alright, Sanji," I began, my voice calm, but with that dangerous edge. "Let’s talk about nicknames, yeah?"

Sanji shot me a confused look. "What? Nicknames?"

"Yeah, nicknames," I said with a grin. "Best friends and people who are *really* close give each other nicknames. You know, the *special* ones. Not the usual ones you toss around for the crew, but the kind you reserve for just one person. So tell me, Sanji—what’s the nickname you’ve got for Zoro?"

Sanji’s eyes flicked nervously. "Huh? What the hell are you talking about? I call him ‘moss head,’ ‘idiot,’ and ‘marimo,’ but that’s just to piss him off! It’s not a big deal."

I leaned in closer, smirking. "Oh, really? You sure about that? Because I’ve heard he call you *‘love cook,’* and ‘perv cook,’ doesn’t he?"

Sanji froze, his face turning bright red. "N-No! That doesn’t mean anything!"

The crew started to murmur, their eyes flicking between us as they waited for the bombshell I was about to drop. I didn’t waste time. "And what about the way you two *always* argue, huh? Just like an *old married couple*, always fighting, but deep down, you care about each other, don’t you?"

Sanji opened his mouth to protest, but I kept going. "You’re the one who’s always worried about Zoro getting lost in the manga, right? Not Luffy, not Nami—no, it’s always you. Why’s that?"

Sanji was starting to sweat, his fingers twitching in his lap. "That’s... that’s just because I—"

I didn’t let him finish. "And then, there’s the *almost kiss* scene. *Twice*, Sanji! Don’t think I didn’t see it. You two got close enough to almost kiss, *and* you *always* find yourselves together in every damn scene. How do you explain that?"

Sanji clenched his fists. "It’s not like that! We just—"

I cut him off. "And what about the *official* magazine where they put your name next to his? Zoro’s surname right next to yours, Sanji. And you’re telling me you’re just ‘friends’?"

Sanji’s face turned crimson, and he slumped in his chair, his arms crossed tightly. "I—"

"And let's not forget," I pressed on, "Zoro doesn’t want *Hiyori* touching him, but he’s perfectly fine when you do. You’re the one he lets get close, not her. Why’s that?"

Sanji remained silent, glaring at the floor. He couldn’t answer.

I continued, my tone turning even more serious. "And what about *Pudding*? You could’ve married her and gone off with her, but you turned her down. You rejected her, Sanji, but you didn’t reject *someone else*."

Sanji’s jaw clenched. "I didn’t reject her for that reason..."

I wasn’t done yet. "And when the crew reunited after two years, you and Zoro were the first ones to meet each other. You two were alone together for God knows how long, and now you’re telling me nothing happened? Right."

Sanji exploded, standing up and slamming his hands on the table. "It’s not like that! It’s not what you think!"

But I wasn’t finished. I smirked. "I think it’s clear what’s going on here. *Zoro and Sanji*—more than just friends, more than just constant bickering. You two are a *couple*. Whether you admit it or not, the evidence is right here."

Sanji looked like he was ready to punch me, but I knew I had him cornered.

The tension in the galley was palpable, with everyone seated around the table in a semi-circle, their eyes locked on Zoro. Sanji leaned against the wall, arms crossed and clearly frustrated. I sat with my legs crossed, observing everything like a detective analyzing suspects in a high-stakes mystery.

Zoro leaned back in his chair, his usual stoic expression masking any hint of discomfort. "You all wanted to hear my side, so fine," he muttered. His eyes briefly flicked toward Sanji before settling on the table.

"The first time I met the damn cook, he pissed me off," Zoro began, his tone sharp. "Flashy suits, fancy moves, and that damn curly eyebrow. I thought he was just another loudmouth with no real skill. But then..." He hesitated, his voice softening slightly. "He surprised me. He’s strong. He’s determined. And he never backs down from a fight, no matter who it’s against. That’s something I can respect."

Sanji scoffed. "Glad I could earn your respect, marimo," he muttered, his face unreadable.

Zoro ignored him and continued, "But respect isn’t everything, is it? Over time, things started to... change."

"Change how?" I asked, leaning forward with a curious smirk.

Zoro shifted uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Like when we almost kissed. Twice."

The entire room went silent, save for a loud gasp from Luffy. "You almost kissed?!"

"Twice?!" Usopp’s jaw dropped.

Zoro groaned. "It wasn’t on purpose!" He paused, his voice dropping. "But I can’t forget the way it felt... the way it made me feel."

Sanji’s face turned red, but he said nothing.

"And then there was Zou," Zoro continued, his tone growing darker. "When I found out Sanji had been taken... that he’d left us behind to go get married... I was angry. Furious, even. But deep down, I wasn’t just mad. I was worried."

"About me?" Sanji asked quietly, his tone disbelieving.

Zoro’s eyes met his, unflinching. "Yeah, about you. You’ve always been stubborn, but I knew there was no way you left willingly. And when I saw you again after all that time..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "I was relieved. But I was still pissed."

The crew watched in stunned silence, hanging on every word.

"But none of that means I love you," Zoro finished, his voice calm and firm.

Sanji’s head snapped up, his eyes blazing with fury. "What the hell does that mean, moss head? It was just a pass time for you, huh?"

Zoro’s expression didn’t waver. "You’re the one who’s always saying you only like ladies."

Sanji slammed his hand on the table, his voice rising. "What does that have to do with anything?!"

"You’re the one refusing to admit it," Zoro shot back, his voice louder now.

"Admit what?!"

"That you like me!"

"LIKE YOU?!" Sanji roared, his face turning beet red.

"YES!" Zoro bellowed, his voice echoing through the galley.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by Luffy’s excited gasp. "Wait, Sanji! Do you like Zoro?!"

Sanji looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. "Of course not, you idiot!" he snapped.

The room erupted into chaos as the crew demanded answers.

"Don’t lie, love cook!" Zoro barked.

"I’m not lying, moss head!"

Luffy jumped onto the table, pointing dramatically at Sanji. "Say it, Sanji!"

"Say what?!" Sanji yelled, his voice shaking.

"You know what!"

Brook chuckled, holding his skull. "Yohoho! This is so entertaining!"

Even I couldn’t resist joining in. "Come on, Sanji. The evidence is piling up," I teased, crossing my legs.

Sanji growled, his fists clenched at his sides. "Fine! You want the truth? I don’t like you, marimo!"

Zoro’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Pain, maybe? He turned on his heel, ready to leave.

"Wait!" Sanji shouted, his voice cracking. Everyone froze.

Sanji sighed, his face burning red. "I don’t like you... because I..." He hesitated, glaring at Zoro. "I love you, alright? There! Happy?"

The room exploded into cheers and laughter.

"HE SAID IT!" Luffy yelled, jumping up and down.

Brook clapped. "Yohoho! A true declaration of love!"

Sanji groaned, covering his face with his hands. "Shut up, all of you!"

Zoro turned back, his lips twitching into a rare smirk. "Took you long enough, love cook."

Sanji scowled, but before he could retort, he grabbed Zoro by the collar and pulled him into a kiss.

The crew froze, their jaws dropping in unison.

When they pulled apart, Sanji’s face was impossibly red. "If anyone says a word about this, I’ll kill you," he muttered.

Zoro chuckled, his hand resting on Sanji’s shoulder. "Too late. Everyone already knows."

The laughter and teasing continued, but I simply leaned back in my chair, satisfied. "Well, case closed," I said with a smirk, crossing my legs again.

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