A Way Back Into Love Zoro x Sanji fic
The next installment of my very first fic! -^_^-
The next few days it took the log pose to set, Sanji avoided Zoro at all costs. He bribed Nami to switch the watches, which she shamelessly did, took Zoro off dish duty, refused to look at him at meals, and went so far so as to not talk to him at all.
He was going insane and if the rest of his nakama realized it, they kept it to themselves.
As he tried harder to NOT think about Zoro, he started thinking about him MORE. Zoro's strength, Zoro's loyalty, the way he laughed and most of all Zoro's taste. Sanji was having wet dreams every night that left him burning and aching for something he refused to name. Sanji had told himself he wasn't in love, but then again Sanji wasn't that much of a better liar than Usopp.
After the incident at Bara-Island, Zoro had tried to talk to Sanji, but that damn cook never gave him the time. Zoro would find himself chasing after the cook in the kitchen, the market and on the ship as he flitted and blended into the crowds and shadows escaping confrontation. He was acting like a little kid in trouble, hiding and refusing to face the consequences. Zoro was getting fed up. So he did something reckless.
He had fought Mihawk, inexperienced as he was, and had lived. He had stood up to Kuma and had taken his captain's pain onto himself and had lived, but now Zoro felt the fear that had never before showed up before a battle. He wondered if he was doing something horribly, horribly wrong.
“Jeez, can you not bother me when I'm trying to read my maps?” Nami snapped at Zoro almost immediately as he stepped through the door. Yeah, I'm in deep shit, was his last thought as he asked the Sea-Witch Nami for a favor.
The next few days it took the log pose to set, Sanji avoided Zoro at all costs. He bribed Nami to switch the watches, which she shamelessly did, took Zoro off dish duty, refused to look at him at meals, and went so far so as to not talk to him at all.
He was going insane and if the rest of his nakama realized it, they kept it to themselves.
As he tried harder to NOT think about Zoro, he started thinking about him MORE. Zoro's strength, Zoro's loyalty, the way he laughed and most of all Zoro's taste. Sanji was having wet dreams every night that left him burning and aching for something he refused to name. Sanji had told himself he wasn't in love, but then again Sanji wasn't that much of a better liar than Usopp.
After the incident at Bara-Island, Zoro had tried to talk to Sanji, but that damn cook never gave him the time. Zoro would find himself chasing after the cook in the kitchen, the market and on the ship as he flitted and blended into the crowds and shadows escaping confrontation. He was acting like a little kid in trouble, hiding and refusing to face the consequences. Zoro was getting fed up. So he did something reckless.
He had fought Mihawk, inexperienced as he was, and had lived. He had stood up to Kuma and had taken his captain's pain onto himself and had lived, but now Zoro felt the fear that had never before showed up before a battle. He wondered if he was doing something horribly, horribly wrong.
“Jeez, can you not bother me when I'm trying to read my maps?” Nami snapped at Zoro almost immediately as he stepped through the door. Yeah, I'm in deep shit, was his last thought as he asked the Sea-Witch Nami for a favor.