Please 41 with zoro and sanji ?
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41. “You did all this for me?”
Note: Tagging @optigeress in case you wanted to read this later <3
With the last of the groceries from the final supply run put up, Sanji let out a long, tired sigh. He slumped against the kitchen cabinets, loosening his tie as he considered the prospect of fixing himself a quick meal, taking a bath, and then heading to bed early. It was one of those rare days where Sanji could afford to turn in early, what with the rest of the crew enjoying their time on the island where the ship had docked, freeing Sanji of his cooking duties.
His thoughts turned to Zoro and he sighed again, rubbing at his weary eyes with the heels of his hands. He would have liked to spend the evening with the swordsman, but Zoro had been elusive today, seemingly lost in thought as soon as Luffy had spotted land. Sanji had seen him chatting with Nami, then Robin, and then Usopp before the Thousand Sunny docked, but he hadn’t done much talking to Sanji when asked about his plans for the day, grunting something about being busy before disembarking. He hadn’t seen Zoro since, only hearing from Usopp when Sanji returned from his last trip into town that Zoro said he would watch the ship in Usopp’s stead.
Sanji, his arms full, had looked up at the crow’s nest, his lips clamped tight around his cigarette, and he frowned. “Asshole,” he’d muttered before heading for the kitchen, wondering why Zoro had been so evasive, thinking nothing about the way Usopp had looked at Sanji and smiled knowingly before he’d left, eager to find Luffy or Nami.
One plate later, Sanji took his meal with him as he pushed the kitchen door open. He sat down on one of the adjacent staircases with his meal, leaning back against the stairs and staring up at the sky. Chewing on his food slowly, Sanji took in the oranges and yellows of the sky and the swirl of clouds above the ship, the colors reminding him of sorbet. He was busy contemplating making sorbet for dessert later on in the week when he sensed Zoro approaching him.
“Oh,” Sanji said, looking at Zoro. “Look who decided to come out and be social.”
Zoro sent Sanji a dirty look. “Come upstairs with me, Cook.”
“‘Hi, Sanji,’” Sanji said, speaking for Zoro, his words taking on a bitter edge. “‘How are you, Sanji? How was your day? Sorry for blowing you off earlier.’”
“I didn’t blow you off,” Zoro said.
“Then what do you call this morning?” Sanji said, brows shooting up.
“Oh, yes. Busy doing marimo things, I’m sure,” Sanji said, nodding calmly like they were having a reasonable, levelheaded discussion. “I bet you had a busy schedule of drinking at the closest tavern. Or loitering.”
“You’re impossible. If you’d just–”
“And you’re an insensitive asshole!” Sanji spat.
Zoro stared at Sanji for a few moments before he released the tension in his shoulders. He sighed, shaking his head slightly. “This is the exact opposite of how I wanted tonight to go,” he said, sounding like he was talking more to himself than Sanji.
Sanji snorted and angrily stabbed at his food.
“I’m sorry, Cook,” Zoro said, his voice much calmer now. Sanji looked up into Zoro’s eye. “Would you just come up to the crow’s nest with me so I can make it up to you? You can bring your food if you want.”
Sanji blinked, taken aback by Zoro’s apology. He felt himself soften, the resentment in his chest uncoiling until it disappeared completely. “Okay,” he said softly. He got to his feet, plate in hand, and he followed Zoro up to the crow’s nest.
He stared at Zoro’s back, wondering when he’d gotten so soft with him. He thought back to the early days of their relationship. Such a petty fight could have lasted for days, with both of them refusing to relent at first because to do so would be to show weakness, only for them to come together later and make up. Looking at Zoro, Sanji realized that both of them must have stopped caring about appearing weak to the other over petty fights.
“So what’s upstairs?” Sanji asked.
Sanji blinked. “A surprise? For me?”
“No, for Brook,” Zoro said sarcastically. He looked at Sanji over his shoulder, a small, affectionate smile softening his features. “Yes, for you.”
“Don’t act so shocked, Curly.”
“Well, it’s just that’s not usually your style,” Sanji said as they neared the hatch.
“There’s a first for everything.”
Zoro came to a quick stop, looking into Sanji’s eyes. “Before we go in, I just wanted to...” He trailed off, staring at the floor.
“What is it?” Sanji asked. Zoro looked so uncertain, something Sanji rarely got to see. It was kind of cute.
Zoro looked back up into Sanji’s eye. “All right, you know I don’t know shit about romance.”
Sanji laughed both in shock and delight, anticipation growing in him. Zoro may not know anything about romance, but there were days where he could make Sanji melt just by something as simple as telling him that one of his favorite things was waking up next to him in the morning. Zoro wasn’t romantic because he tried, but because he spoke from the heart. “That’s okay,” Sanji said.
“So if I messed this up, I don’t want you chewing me out,” Zoro said. “I tried asking the girls about it–Usopp, too, since he seems to do a pretty good job at making Nami happy–but, you know...”
A grin slowly formed on Sanji’s face as he looked at Zoro. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Sanji said. “Let’s go up there! The suspense is killing me.” Zoro smiled at Sanji before climbing up the ladder and entering the crow’s nest. Sanji followed, balancing the plate while climbing with ease after the dozens if not hundreds of times he’d come up with food for Zoro.
Sanji looked around the inside of the crow’s nest, the room lit by dozens of candles. He set his plate down on the floor and promptly forgot it.
“Usopp told me candles are romantic,” Zoro said. He nodded at the center of the room, where he had set the futon they kept up here for when they wanted to share a night together. Next to bed sat a bottle of wine that Sanji bent down to pick up and examine. He ran his thumb against the label while Zoro said “Nami says wine and a good meal are the way to go. I couldn’t do anything about the food because I can’t cook and nothing’s as good as your food, but I found a guy selling wine. I hope it’s as fancy as he said it was.”
“What did Robin tell you?” Sanji asked. The wine was as fancy as Zoro hoped, but that didn’t matter to Sanji so much as the fact that Zoro was so concerned with impressing him.
“Some ‘be yourself’ crap that didn’t help at all,” Zoro grumbled.
Sanji chuckled, looking up at Zoro. “She’s right, you know.”
Sanji nodded. He set the bottle back down and approached Zoro, feeling like he was floating. He wrapped his arms around Zoro in an embrace. “You did all this for me?”
Zoro nodded, returning his embrace. “You’ve seemed stressed lately,” he said. “I thought this might make you feel better.”
Sanji smiled and he kissed Zoro. “It does,” he said when pulled away just enough to speak. He closed his eyes and laid his forehead against Zoro’s. “It was actually pretty sweet of you, Marimo.”
Zoro brought one of his hands to Sanji’s face, rubbing the pad of his thumb against Sanji’s cheek. “Glad you like it, Cook.”
Sanji pulled back, looking at Zoro sternly. “Just don’t be an asshole next time you want to plan a surprise like this,” he said.
Zoro snorted. He laughed as they pulled apart. “You got it,” he said.
“Now,” Sanji said, kicking off his shoes so he could be more comfortable. “Why don’t you open up that bottle and we’ll see if all that money you spent was worth it.”
Zoro chuckled, flopping down onto the bed. He reached up and grabbed Sanji by the wrist, pulling him down into his lap. Sanji smiled and curled up against Zoro, resting his head against Zoro’s shoulder, happy to enjoy the rest of the night with the man he loved.
