Roommates

Daddy Hawkeyes and Red Zeff

Sanji was in the kitchen chopping up vegetables for dinner that night. He'd stop and sweep them into the boiling pot of stew. He then tried to reach up for a pot on the top shelf in the cupboard but, only Zoro can reach that high.

"Moss head! Get this for me!" Sanji snapped.

Zoro sat at the table, his face scrunched in thought. Was there something supposed to happen today? He got up and walked into the kitchen pulling out the pot Sanji wanted but couldn't reach. Then Sanji hit him with it.

"I told you not to put this up there! I can't reach it!" Sanji snapped, "You wanted this big dinner you can at least make things easier for me!"

Zoro was about to snap at him when the door was knocked on causing them to stop there bickering and turned to the door. Zoro grumbled remembering now what he forgot to tell Sanji.

"Now who could that be?" Sanji asked.

Zoro went up to the door and opened it. Stood before him was a man dressed in black. His eyes piercing gold and a scowl upon his face. His black hair slick and combed back.

"Roronoa, aren't you going to invite me in?" He asked.

Zoro wanted to surprise Sanji with both of their dads coming to meet each other and break the news. Zoro stepped to the side as he walked in. Sanji turned to the tall man, his golden eyes flicked to Sanji. They buried into his very being. Sanji gulped turning away and continued to cook.

"Leave him alone, he's my roommate Sanji." Zoro grumbled.

He cocked a brow to his adopted son before taking off his shoes and walked into the apartment. Zoro sat at the bar watching his father step around the apartment before getting to the kitchen and looked over Sanji's shoulder to the meal he was preparing. Zoro watched glaring at the back of his father's head.

"Since my son won't do it, I am Dracule Mihawk, Roronoa's adopted father." He said holding out his hand.

Sanji shook his hand, "I'm Sanji Zoro's roommate."

Mihawk held his hand for a moment his brows furrowed staring into Sanji's blue eyes. Sanji looked over to Zoro resting on his hand.

"Zoro, why is he looking at me like that?" Sanji whispered.

"Just go with it." Zoro shrugged.

Sanji turned back to the golden eyes and smiled.

"It's nice to finally meet you." Sanji said.

His face softened before releasing Sanji's hand.

"Likewise."

The door was knocked on again, then opened. They turned to a built man dressed in a cooks uniform. His mustache braided out as he kicked off his one shoe. He walked in taking off his chef's hat. Sanji groaned pinching he bridge of his nose. Zoro hopped off the bar stool and approached him. The older man looked to him giving him the look down.

"You must be Zeff, I'm Roronoa Zoro I live with your son Sanji."

The man blinked furrowing his face to the green haired man. His eyes flicked up to the green hair squinting softly at it.

"Is all your hair green?" He asked.

"DAD! Knock it off!" Sanji spat.

Zeff turned to his son standing in the kitchen standing with another man.

"What a pleasant surprise, long time no see Hawkeyes." Zeff chuckled.

Mihawk crossed his arms and smirked, "Zeff it's been a long time."

"Wait you two have met before?" Sanji asked.

"Hawkeyes and I used to attend the same high school back in the day."

Zeff chuckled at the old memories. Sanji clicked his tongue going back to the food and preparing the meal. Holding three bowl plates pouring the stew into each and every one of them. He set them on the table providing the silverware and wine glasses. Mihawk watched every move judging him.

"Alright dinner's ready." Sanji hummed.

They gathered eating at the table while Sanji dished up his own food then grabbed a bottle of wine. He took his place next to his father setting down the wine. The room was uncomfortably silent.

"So, Why are you here?" Sanji asked.

"He invited me over." Zeff huffed looking up at Zoro, "Do you have a problem with me coming to visit my one and only son."

"I was just curious."

"Sanji and I are dating." Zoro said.

Sanji kicked Zoro's shin under the table, he grunted glaring up at Sanji. A spoon dropped into the stew, Zeff's eyes blown wide at the new information that his son. His one and only son, is with a muscle moss. Mihawk seemed unfazed by this information. Zeff grabbed Sanji's arm pulling him into his room and slamming the door closed. He tossed Sanji on his bed.

"What happened to my skirt chasing son who stuck his nose up at any man who looked at him?" Zeff growled.

Sanji leaned on his elbows looking up at him, "It's not my fault, you can't help who you fall in love with."

"Oh and you love him?"

Sanji's breath hitched turning away, did he just admit to be in love with him. He bit his lip and turned back to his father waiting for an answer.

"And if I said I did?"

Zeff gave a slight chuckle,
"I'd call you a brave man."

Sanji blinked looking up at his father with a confused look, Zeff held out his hand motioning him to take it. He did, Zeff pulled him up on his feet embracing him.

"I'm not mad anymore, it's brave of you to tell me." Zeff sighed.

Sanji embraced him back, "Thanks."

They eventually walked out of the room to finish dinner and the night went pretty okay. Mihawk approved of Sanji that he's kept Zoro alive for so long. Zeff didn't mind Zoro much but threatened him if anything happened to Sanji he'd kill him then a simple smile with a pat on the shoulder. Zoro sighed in relief resting on the couch, Sanji finished up the dishes. His heart ached as he looked up to Zoro, how many times has Zoro said he loved him? Too many Sanji couldn't count. He smiled to himself drying off his hands.

"Hey Zoro?" Sanji hummed.

Sanji stood behind Zoro and kissed his forehead. Zoro opened his onyx eyes looking up at Sanji.

"I love you." Sanji said.