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Zoro woke up from his naps to Nami screaming at him to help the rest of the crew. Something about the weather suddenly changing. He got up to help the cook fix the sails even though he would rather go back to sleep, but if he did, the witch would yell bloody murder.
“Stupid marimo. Why are you giving our goddess, Nami-san, trouble? Huh?” Zoro looked over to the blonde, sneering at him. For once, he didn’t rise to the bait.
Sanji looked puzzled for a moment before schooling his expression. “Hey, moss head, I’m talking to you!”
Once Zoro finished with the sails, and the weather showed sunny skies, he went inside. The spot where he had been napping not too long ago was now wet, and while he could go to his usual spot, the crow’s nest, he wanted quiet. Last he checked, Franky was fixing something that Zoro had accidentally damaged while working out.
The sounds of footsteps followed him, and he knew without having to turn back to know who it was. Zoro couldn’t think of why the cook was following him; frankly, he didn’t care.
Opening the men’s room door, he quickly made his way to his sleeping area. It was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to sleep, seeing how the cook looked annoyed and curious.
“Can’t you see that I’m tryin’ to sleep, curly?”
“You didn’t respond like you usually do, moss for brains. Just making sure that you didn’t lose your last brain cell when you hit yourself with the dumbbell.”
Could that be why he was feeling out of it? Sure, he hit himself when he was working out, but his head was fine. It’s not like it was the usual amount that he lifted. He was taking it easy; otherwise, Chopper would try to wrap his entire body in bandages like a mummy. That wasn’t going to happen.
“I’m fine. Now leave me alone.”
“Fine, but I’m letting Chopper know that you’re not acting like your usual boorish self.”
Before Sanji could leave Zoro’s proximity, he grabbed his wrist and held it roughly. “You’re not gonna tell him anything cause nothings the matter, you shitty cook. I didn’t respond earlier because I wasn’t in the mood, and I rather take a fucking nap.”
Usually, Sanji would insult him back, but instead, he smiled. “There he is, the caveman himself. And here I thought that something was wrong with you. Well, there’s always something wrong with you, but you get the idea. I’m still telling Chopper.”
Zoro desperately wanted to take a nap. If Chopper got involved, that would ruin his chance at a comfortable sleep. So he decided to do the stupidest thing and tug on Sanji’s wrist until he fell on top of him.
The blonde man protested. Just what the fuck was this man thinking, pulling him onto him? He had no interest in Zoro! “What the hell, moss head? Are you out of your min–”
Zoro wrapped his arms around the blonde’s body, “Just shut up and let me sleep. It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”
Almost immediately, Zoro fell asleep just like that. The blonde wanted to thrash around and scream at Zoro to let him go, but he got too comfortable after adjusting himself.
Was there really a need to yell and leave the comfort that he was feeling right now?
No, and so, Sanji allowed himself to fall asleep thinking of the first time they ended up like this. He slept with a soft smile on his face.