~~ I'm into you ~~ Zosan/Sanzo ~~ Oneshots ~~

An odd cook

Quick HC before you start: Sanji's really sensitive people pulling on his hair, you could guess where this is going..

Zoro's POV
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Post-Thriller Bark

I woke up because of a certain blond who seemed to be shouting loudly into my ear, interrupting my peaceful sleep. I yawned and got up, straightening my shirt and pants. The blond grabbed my arm loosely and looked at me in the eye.

"Did you hear a single word I've said?" He asked, annoyed, his face turning a light pink from something he seemed to have told me.
"No. Now let me go." I said quickly, shaking his grip off my arm. I lifted my foot, ready to walk, until I heard the cook speak once more.
"Of course. A bastard like you wouldn't care about those things." He mumbled under his shaky breath, still very audible. I turned back to him and gripped onto his shoulder tightly.

"I was clearly asleep, I don't understand what's your problem." I mentioned, glaring at him with an attitude.
What a petty excuse!" The cook yelled, rolling his eyes and turning his back on me.
"Don't give me that! You should know I sleep basically the entire time except when I feel the need to workout! Now face me, idiot." I answered, desperately trying to make him turn around. I threw him in front of me and stared at the cook.
"Your only sense of direction seems to be forwards and backwards because you somehow moved me in the right direction." He told me, waiting for the moment I've had it. A nerve slowly formed by the gap of my two brows as I frowned at him, clenching my fists and ready to tackle the cook.

He raised his leg and tried to kick me, although I as usual, dodged it. I put my fists in front of me and got into stance. He resumed going at me, blocking each attack swiftly as if it was a feather falling down, trying to latch onto me. Then, I felt a heel kick me in the gut. I got knocked to the ground and rubbed the area, looking at the woman who had kicked me down. The ginger navigator stared at me aggressively, wanting to punch some more out of me except knowing my full potential, just awkwardly stood there with her fist ready to explode. Sanji went down on his knees, kissing Nami's hand relentlessly. His heart was visible and popping out of his chest faster than a leopard.

"I am not allowing you guys to fight anymore; I'm sick of it. Fight in the sea or something, just not here!" She added, hoping we followed her orders and walked the plank each time we decided to fight. I shrugged and slowly stood up along with the Sanji who kept wiggling about.

"Yes, of course Nami-swan. I apologize on behalf of this moss-head." He spoke to her politely, patting me hard on the back. I stared at him pitilessly, thinking I would slash him up.
"I'm leaving you two now. Behave." She uttered, expressing disappointment at us and then leaving. She had a hutch that we were about to fight the moment she left the room.

He grabbed my hair harshly and continued to wrestle with me. I gripped onto his back and tugged onto him, making him fall over with me. Quarter to 4 p.m., we both stopped bickering and decided to do our own business. I went back upstairs to the Crow's Nest for my daily workout, drinking a bottle of water and removing my shirt before grabbing the weights and placing it on my feet. I lifted it until I reached 10,000 lifts; that's when I heard the door creak open. I placed the weights down, rubbing my neck, dumbfounded by the cook at the door who was holding a bento box.

"I don't ever come here but everyone else is busy so," He walked towards me as I grabbed the bento box, containing white rice and teriyaki.
"Oh, my favourite dish and teriyaki. Thanks. I guess." I said slowly, trying to start up a conversation that had already died out. He stopped by the door.

"If you're still hungry, come downstairs for dinner. You rarely go down nowadays." He mentioned, reaching for the doorknob.
"Well I'm too busy to be thinking about my starvation. It's not that important anywa-" I got cut off by a certain someone dashing to try and kick me.