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

Kitchen Reels.

Sanji's POV
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Pre-Punk Hazard

The rain began to pour down the window as I sat up from the table. I had an immediate hangover after the our recent party, drooping down by chair and laying on the table. As I lifted my head, my eyes locked onto the swordsman in front of me, sleeping peacefully with multiple bottles of sake laid fallen on the table. "Zoro, you fucking idiot." I said to myself as if expecting a response from the moss-head.

I rubbed my eyes open and snatched all the empty plates and bottles of beer, placing it on the kitchen counter. Once they were all stacked, I turned open the faucet and took the scrub out, humming to myself a calming melody. As I grabbed another plate, I heard the chair creak loudly forwards and a drowsy yawn escaping Zoro's lips.

"I could use some help." I commanded. He groaned in response, flying his chair backwards and lazily dragging himself towards me. I passed him the cleansed plates and a blue cloth for him to dry off. Then, he grabbed one and began to wipe it clean; going through the frame of the plate twice and aggressively washing the soap off of it. 

We stayed quiet for a while until the door jerked open, revealing a ginger navigator wearing a turquoise-patterned bikini bra. Her hazelnut eyes shone in the sunlight while her hand was set onto her hips and the other flipping her hair over. My grip loosened and my plate dropped, causing the swordsman to jump and grab the plate. His expression after reaching for it was of relief and of joy.

He stared directly into my eyes, making me flinch and spin the other direction. "NAMI-", she kicked me over and grabbed herself a glass of water. She left the room with that same saddened look, not daring too take a glance at us. 'Poor Nami-swan. I do hope she's okay.' I thought in concern. Zoro grabbed another plate until the entire stack began to fall, making me dive to catch them all. He noticed late and dived on top of my body, although still retrieving them.

I whipped my head in his direction as my back continued to ache and scream in pain. He glanced at me and instantly looked back again, wide-eyed. "SHIT, I'M SORRY." He quickly announced, pushing himself backwards. I laid on my back and sighed in relief, laughing loudly at the mess that just happened. The green-head only glared at me with a slight grin before going back to cleaning the dishes.

I stood up, stretching my body a bit and reaching for the next stack of plates. As I took the dirty plates, the lost Zoro unknowingly held the uncleaned dishes. My heart beat fast as my body began to heat up. I shoved him to the wall and marched towards the dining table, observing him intently. He stood in confusion until shouting out judiciously, "Come back here you bastard."

I snarled at him, walking to him and taking the soaking wet scrub. I cleansed the plate in silence, exchanging looks at the man beside me and back at the plate. After staring at my reflection, rethinking why in the world I kept turning my head towards him, he sighed softly. I gaped at the amount of plates we polished in just thirty minutes — which was, in fact, surprising due to the fact we fight each passing minute.

Desperate for a win, I went to grab another stack for him to dry off until he grabbed the dish I held. He continued to grab the wrong plates angering me and causing me to let out my rage on him, screaming out: "You're lost with directions and now with my instructions! You only dry the plates off, not do the cleaning yourself and the drying!!"

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After cooling down, we cooperated with each other for another thirty minutes in absolute silence. I would say his name teasingly at times but after that, the tension between us would be awkward. As he wiped off the last plate, he put down the cloth and left me alone behind the counter with a slight bit of rudeness filling his eye. I rolled my eyes at the sudden change and yelled at him to help me rearrange the dishes.