Roommates

Summer Days

Zoro parked his police car in front of their building and yawned. Another late shift were Zoro leaves late and comes home later that morning. He stuffed his hands in his pockets walking up the stairs and opening the door to the apartment. Zoro walks into Sanji's room to find him not there he scratched his head shutting the door. He walked into the kitchen and searched for a bright colored note saying were he was. But nothing. Zoro grunted going into his room but stopped. Lying on his back exposing his pale chest and tangled in the blankets was Sanji. His breaths soft and his face looked peaceful asleep. Zoro hurried to strip off his uniform and nuzzle up to his side. Sanji hummed rolling on his side making Zoro smile. He cupped his cheek and kissed his forehead.

"I love you, shitty cook." Zoro said.

Sanji hummed, "Oh you do now?"

Zoro stiffened as a blue eye opened and stared at him.

"You weren't supposed to hear that." Zoro grumbled.

"Oops." Sanji chuckled.

They both smiled to each other before giving a good morning kiss.

"Your breath wreaks." Sanji teased.

Zoro groaned pulling Sanji closer to him and nuzzled in his neck.

"Let me sleep."

Sanji smiled kissing his cheek and stroked Zoro's head. It was like a trance for Zoro, he was so gentle with him he couldn't help but fall asleep. As he did, he was out like a light and Sanji would stop and pull back. He'd smile how peaceful Zoro would look in his sleep. The blonde would settle down next to him in bed holding his hand before falling asleep again. Days like this were in the summer, the heat would be too much for cuddling and snuggling. But holding hands was just enough for them. There would be nights like this were Sanji would get cold without Zoro's warmth and go into his room and cuddle with him. But. After summer ended, they would both be sleeping in Zoro's room. Where Sanji would sleep in nothing but Zoro's old T-shirts then climb into Zoro's bed. Knowing Zoro would be home soon so he could wake to his asleep sate. Zoro loved to come home in the middle of the night to find Sanji in his bed cuddled up with his pillow. He'd smirk as Sanji would furrow his face knowing the pillow was too soft and cold to be Zoro's chest. He'd strip of his uniform and curl up into bed slowly removing the pillow and letting Sanji slip onto his chest. Sanji would grunt before wrapping an arm around Zoro's hip. Zoro would give a slight chuckle brushing Sanji's bangs away from his face and smirked at the asymmetrical eyebrows. Sanji would furrow his face before batting Zoro's hand away and nuzzling closer. Days like this, Zoro fell deeper in love with the blonde cook. He couldn't help it, Sanji was so kind to him and made him happy. Even if he did start the fights and arguments but, that didn't mean he didn't  loved him. He loved him and he wanted to protect him for as long as he could live. Zoro smiled to himself and looked up at the ceiling. He sighed shutting his eyes. He finally has found someone to keep him happy.