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The Thousand Sunny has been quiet since Zoro and Sanji haven't been arguing lately. No one know why, as they refuse to inform the other members of the crew, but 10 nights ago...
Late at night, Zoro has been drinking Sake, per usual. However, Sanji attempted to out drink him despite his inability to hold his alcohol. Sanji stumbles around to Zoro, who seemed unaffected
and drunkenly mumbles "You cheated", causing Zoro to chuckle. Sanji loses his balance falling into Zoros lap, and this flushes Zoros cheeks more than the Sake did. "Shitty cook, keep your goddamn hands to yourself." Zoro says, pushing Sanji onto the floor. Sanji mumbles an attempted rebuttal before his eyes shut closed and he passes out on the ground. Zoor sighs, setting down his bottle, and lifts Sanji bridal style.
He carries him to his bunk. Sanji drowsily opens his eyes to see Zoro setting him down. Not fully aware of the situation he lifts himself up, and kisses Zoro on the lips. Zoros eyes widen, and after a few long seconds, he pushes Sanji down onto his bed. "...The hell was that?" Zoro says quietly, still in shock. Sanji drowsily pulls Zoro into the bed with him and cuddles him, almost immediately passing out once again. Zoro was about to leave, but as he becomes more aware of the cook in front of him, the scent of his blonde hair, the feel of his soft skin... Zoro decides to stay for a bit. And somehow... "a bit", turns into all night, and they wake up in bed together with little to no memory of the night before.
Sanji jolts himself up. "Marimo, what the hell are you doing!?" Zoro scoffs, and gets out of the bed. "You started this. Dumbass..." Sanji remembers vaguely last night and turns red with embarrassment. Sanji mumbles an insult, and stumbles away.
Back in the present, Zoro is tired of the silent treatment. He pulls Sanji into an empty room and says quietly. "Cook, you can't keep ignoring me. You're the one who started this, you kissed me. You can't just-" Sanji cuts him off. "You're right. I did this, I made a stupid, drunk, mistake. It doesn't mean anything. I don't like you." The final statement stabs Zoro in the chest, worse than any sword ever has. He should've known. Known it was the alcohol. Sanji... liked Nami. And Robin, and Vivi. Pretty much any woman. Ever. Zoro was the farthest thing from his type.
He just stands there staring at Sanji with a sad expression.
Sanji hears Nami, and exits the room to prepare her some tea. Leaving Zoro to his thoughts. Zoro doesn't cry often. He could only recall around 3 times. Today was the 4th. He slid down the wall, bringing his knees to his chest and leaning his face down into them. His knees become damp with tears that he doesn't fully understand. He hates Sanji. What is he doing? After pulling himself together, he leaves the room and takes a nap against the ship wall. Sanji is in his dreams, which isn't uncommon, but this time... They're different. More romantic. More dirty. And for just a second... he lets himself enjoy it, despite knowing that it's fictional.