Sanji hadn't intended to remember every minute detail about that moss-headed nuisance, Zoro. Yet, three long, tumultuous years of their peculiar back-and-forth had somehow managed to seep into his mind, like an insidious virus. It was as if Zoro had etched a clear demarcation in Sanji's life - a before, during, and after.
Every touch in his life had felt like shards of broken glass against his skin. He was familiar with love, but he also knew that the greatest loves often culminated in violence. He was a creature of survival, not adept at navigating the labyrinth of emotions. But damn it, he wanted to be good, to be better, for Zoro.
The memory of Zoro ghosting his lips over each of Sanji's knuckles, gently kissing them, was etched into his mind. The whispered words, "Your presence is just so… It fucks me up, but like, in a good way," had ignited a fire within Sanji. It was like adding gasoline to an already raging inferno.
But instead of acknowledging the warmth that those words had stirred within him, Sanji had retorted, "The only reason why I’m letting you get away with shit like this is because your fucking dense, sweet heart" His words were sharp, but they hid the turmoil of emotions that Zoro's actions had stirred within him.
"I'm not your sweetheart," Zoro states, his voice a low rumble. It's not a rejection, but a declaration. He's not Sanji's sweetheart, not in the way the cook might wish.
Sanji, who clasps his hand during their private moments, who seems to revel in Zoro's pleasure. Sanji, who showers him with kisses before, during, and after their encounters, who relishes in their shared warmth, who never shies away from Zoro's touch. Even amidst their crew, Sanji's fingers always find their way to Zoro's hair, kneading his scalp in a way that sends a shiver down his spine.
Sanji, who never hesitates to point out Zoro's mistakes in front of others, but who, when they're alone, becomes one with Zoro, snuggled into his chest, whispering praises about his swordsmanship and how much he's improved. It's a stark contrast to the image Zoro has built for himself, the image of a tough, unyielding swordsman. Half the time, he doesn't even know what he wants.
But he knows this: he's not Sanji's sweetheart. He's not the kind of person who can be sweet and gentle, who can offer soft words and tender touches. He's a swordsman, a fighter. He's rough around the edges, raw, and authentic.
And yet, despite his words, despite his resistance, he finds himself drawn to Sanji's touch, to the warmth of his body against his, to the soft whispers of praise in his ear. He's not Sanji's sweetheart, but perhaps, just perhaps, he could be.
Sanji grins, a Cheshire cat-like smirk that's all too familiar. "You came," he says, his voice laced with amusement.
"You left me no choice," Zoro replies flatly, his gaze steady.
"You don't trust me that much, sweetheart?" Sanji asks, his tone almost reverent, as if the idea of Zoro not trusting him was as blasphemous as an act of violence against the gods.
Without missing a beat, Zoro retorts sternly, "In fact, you can go and find a new one."
A frown flashes across Sanji's features, appearing as quickly and swiftly as it disappears. "Alright, it's not funny anymore."
"You're the only one who won't stop flirting," Zoro points out, his tone accusatory. "I'm being pleasant, unlike you, Mr. Stoicism and Brood," Sanji retorts, his voice filled with a playful edge that does nothing to mask the underlying tension.
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Hi, I am Youssef Helles
This is my third account after the other two were suspended
I'm fighting for everyone and just want help with my campaign
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Hello, my name is Yousef Hilles from Gaza. I followed my campaign and was verified by @el-shab-hussein I hope you can help Campaign number (206)
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