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November 11, Zoro’s birthday.
Their ship, the Thousands Sunny was louder than usual, which meant that it was a very special occasion. It was Zoro’s birthday!, and while the man preferred a peaceful, quiet, nap, the crew insisted on a celebration.
Sanji, naturally, prepared a feast. All kinds of incredible Japanese food, starting from onigiri, Zoro’s favorite, and all the way to perfectly steamed Sea Bream Fish. There were also huge, fire-roasted cuts of sea king meat. And of course, sake! The crew bought barrels of it, conspicuously leading to a giddy, drunk Zoro.
This was very rare for him, he never gets drunk—so the crew decided to use it to its highest extent. Though Usopp, Franky, and Nami were drunk as well, they still had the consciousness to tease the birthday boy, and the unlucky cook too. Sanji, who didn’t have time to drink, was very much sober and was being harassed by Zoro.
Every time Zoro sat down, he would call for Sanji—it mostly being a whine or him muttering something close to “cook.”. And when Sanji finally sat down, Zoro would sit on his lap and rub his head in the crook of Sanji’s neck.
The rest of the crew weren't surprised though, considering the two were caught once doing unspeakable things, by Luffy out of all people! Sanji was still embarrassed, to the point where he wanted to sink into the ground and disappear. Meanwhile the honoree, Zoro, didn’t have a single care in the world.
After 30-ish minutes, Sanji embraced it. He gave up trying to push Zoro away, it was his birthday afterall. “Go to sleep, damn it.” Sanji grumbled, running a tired hand through Zoro’s short, spiky hair.
Even though the comments and teasing got worse, he didn’t mind. But a certain swordsman crossed the line when he said,
“Mmm, room now… private… you promised no sleep.”
Sanji froze, now turning into a deep shade of red. And the fact that everyone else burst into laughter wasn’t helping. Usopp was the first to speak when he shouted, “Just get a room already!” drunkenly. Luffy, completely ignorant of the implied context, roared with laughter, stuffing more meat in his face. Nami, however, pinched the bridge of her nose. “Honestly I need a vacation from this crew.” She huffed. On the other hand, Robin chuckled softly, “Ah, it seems the swordsman has chosen this moment to reveal the evening’s actual itinerary.”
Finally, Sanji let out a sigh, deciding to let the marimo get away easy this time. Without a word, he covered Zoro’s mouth lightly with his palm—hoisting the dead weight of the drunken swordsman off his lap and onto his shoulder. Retreating off to the men's cabin swiftly before anyone could react. “Happy Birthday, my marimo.” He said sweetly.
Lets say they had a very fun night.