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Sanji knew Zoro was hiding something. What it was, he wasn't positive, but curiosity burned within him. He needed to know. He first noticed in alabasta, after Crocodile was beaten and the Strawhats celebrated. At first he didn't think much of it, but he noticed Zoro was very discreet when bathing, wearing a towel until the second he was submerged under water. This alone wouldn’t be too odd if sanji hadn’t noticed a pattern with it. Zoro would avoid bathing in bathhouses with the group, going as far as making excuses or saying he bathed already (even though it was all too often obvious that he hadn’t). He would say something about sharpening his swords, or being too tired whenever given the chance. The thing was it wasn't just the bath, he also wouldn’t undress himself fully in front of the others, often leaving the mens sleeping quarters to change whenever sanji or the others were present. This behavior from confident, and blunt zoro, just didn't make any sense. In the, admittedly short, but close-quartered time he had known zoro he had never shown shame or embarrassment, so this modesty was uncharacteristic. Was he embarrassed by his dick size? Did he have an odd birthmark? Oh how sanji wanted to tease him, to learn his secret and use it against the smug bastard.
Cigarette between his lips, sanji sat there chin resting in his palm as he pondered this quandary. An abundance of ash fell from his lit cigarette as it sat there forgotten in his mouth.
“Sanji-kun, you look lost in thought, is everything okay?” nami asked as she approached him at the railing he perched against. His eyes lit up, suddenly as he stood up fully and twirled in front of the navigator.
“Oh Nami-swan, it is so wonderful of you to worry for me. Please do not stress over me. I'm perfectly fine, just lost in thought is all~" Sanji cooed at the lovely lady before him. Amused, she rolled her eyes at him as he wiggled and wormed in her presence.
“You know you can talk to me and the rest of the crew right? If something is weighing on you,” she spoke gently. Sanji shook his head gently and smiled.
“I promise i’m alright, just thinking about upcoming meals and such,” he lied, flapping his hand dismissively at nami. She sighed at him, not falling for his deceit. She raised her eyebrows but conceded her attempts to learn Sanji's thoughts. Puffing his cigarette, the cook took a long drag, smoking it to the filter before stubbing it out on the railing. Looking towards the deck his eyes land on zoro, shirtless and swinging weights around like a buffoon. I know you have a secret zoro… nami followed his gaze to the swordsman, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Sure,” is all she said as she walked away shaking her head.
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Over the next few days, sanji started to observe zoro. It wasn’t in a weird way, he told himself, as he stared at Zoro's groin suspiciously. His thoughts constantly filled and tainted with zoro, he couldn't stop thinking about his secret. To Sanji's embarrassment, Zoro has caught him staring a few times, even going as far as to move out of sight after the most recent incident. Sanji grabbed the bridge of his nose and groaned at himself. I need to figure out what he is hiding, or i'm going to go crazy.
“Shishishi, Land ho!” luffy hollered from the crows nest. Usopp cheered from the deck below as Sanji stared forward, noticing the faint shape of an island upon the horizon. Great, something to take his mind off Zoro, shopping and flirting with pretty ladies. Now that was something sanji could get with. A comically large hand slapped down on his shoulder.
“Suuuuuuuuuuuperrrrrr, we are running low on cola and The Sunny and I need cola, right eyebrow-bro?” Franky says, way too loud in Sanji's opinion. Robin covers her mouth as she giggles at her crewmates.
“It’ll be nice to get off of the ship,” she added.
“I should start taking stock of our food to see what we need-”
“SANJI, I'M HUNGRY CAN I HAVE A SNACK!” Luffy interrupted jumping down from the crows nest landing in front of the cook. A sigh fell from between his lips as he looked up for the sun's position.
“Fine, but only because we are about to restock, I'll make everyone a little afternoon treat,” sanji answered, knowing that it was about snack time anyway. As he walked into the galley he heard robin letting out a soft, knowing laugh as well.
Cooking usually helped take his mind off things stuck in his head, like when he met a particularly pretty lady who he would like to woo, or when he ran out of smokes, but unfortunately the gods were against him today. Zoro floated aronud his mind as he obsessed over this mystery that he was sure only HE cared about. As sanji chopped and peeled fruits for the crew, the door swung open to the galley revealing a particularly green haired man, scowl plastered on his face. His boots stomped over closer towards the kitchen, slowly, casually over the wooden floor.
“I’m still working on everyone's snack, moss for brains, i’ll tell you when it's ready-”
“-Water, shit cook, i'm here for water. Not your shitty fruit,” Zoro growled as he swung open the cabinet with the glasses and proceeded to fill one up, drinking it hungrily. Water spilled out of the corner of Zoro's mouth, Sanji's eyes stuck on the swordsman, following the line of liquid as it trickled down his face, flowing down his muscled neck and onto his bare glistening chest. I wonder what they feel like, sanji wondered as he stared at them just as he noticed the two horizontal scars, fade but catching the light upon his tanned skin.
“Quit staring at me so much, it's creepy, “ Zoro scowled, shrinking away a bit from Sanji's line of sight. Red flamed upon the cooks cheeks, out of embarrassment along with anger at the accusation.
“I am not creepy! I was just noticing the scars on your chest, I hadn't seen them before!” sanji argued, the defensiveness in his voice was very obvious. Zoro's eyebrows furrowed slightly at the chef, he looked down and ran his fingers along the raised skin slashed diagonally across his chest.
“What do you mean? You were there when this happened, idiot cook!” Zoro argued, confusion across his face. Sanji shook his head, reaching towards the swordsman.
“No I mean these, under your pecs,” sanji pressed his fingertips to the pink scarring under his chest, running them across the scars. Zoro's hand slammed into the cook's chest pushing him away.
“What the fuck, dont fucking touch me, what is wrong with you?” he shouted as Sanji stumbled a few steps back, barely catching himself, “ don’t touch me like that, and its none of you fucking business what theyre from.” Sanji took another step back with his hands in the air.
“Sorry, damn, didn't know you were so sensitive,” he said in a sad attempt at an apology. Anger flared on the swordsman's face and his eyebrows drew down and he moved towards the cook, pointing his finger at Sanji's chest.
“Would you touch Nami or Robin like that?”
“No, but they’re girls! I would never touch a lovely lady without her permission! Besides, luffy is all over you all the time-”
“Just because I'm comfortable with luffy touching me, does not mean i'm okay with some pervert cook caressing my chest! Also luffy hugging and climbing on me is not the same as what you just did-"Zoro snapped at him, face bright red, the color bleeding down his neck onto his chest. Zoro crossed his arms over himself as Sanji stared at him.
“Fine! Whatever! I won't touch you like that without asking first,"Sanji grumbled, turning back towards his cutting board, slicing up some peeled kiwi. “Also the fruits are not for you, i'm gonna give you and luffy some cured meats since you're not a fan of sweets and luffy is… well, luffy.” the floor creaked as zoro shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
“Thanks, i guess,” he said before walking away and out the door. Sanji let out a sigh as the door swung shut. The feeling of the scarred flesh over Zoro's soft pecks burned in his mind. I bet they feel like breasts when you squeeze them. The thought sent a flood of warmth down to the pit of his stomach- the cook shook his head violently at the idea. What was wrong with him, why was he thinking this about a man? A man who dislikes him already to be exact. Why couldn’t he escape thoughts of zoro, and why were they turning into this? Sanji looked down to see his dick straining in the front of his pants slightly as it stood half hardened, thinking about Zoro's breasts- pecs, he means pecs. Sanji slowed his breath, in attempt to calm himself as he continued to chop fruit.