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    “You're trying to distract me,” Zoro says.

    Sanji hums, drops his head onto Zoro's shoulder, and feels his own pain, feels Zoro's intake of breath. Sits there, kinda sleepy now, Usopp making snuffling noises horizonal on the other side of the table, and Zoro very warm under his cheek. Maybe he is too drunk, because his eyes are closing and his breathing is evening out, and the hurt isn't that much, anymore, can barely feel it at all.

    “You little shit,” Zoro says eventually.

    Sanji grins to himself, says more to Zoro’s neck, “You think?”

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    The many loves of Sanji's life.

    Alternatively: Of course he's fucking with him.

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    23 Apr 2026

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    Properly comes to with Luffy lying pressed up against his side in his hammock with him, close enough that his face is blurry even when Sanji blinks, blinks to try to make him clear. Luffy smells like sweat and seawater, like the smoked paprika Sanji bought two weeks ago from a oval-faced trader, and he stares steady at Sanji, not frowning, not smiling, a hand on his hot cheek, his ever-beating heart.

    “Don’t do that again,” Luffy says, quiet, solemn.

    Sanji — smiles. Lifts a weak hand to place over Luffy’s. “Aye aye, captain,” he croaks, his own voice sounding strange and strained, but Luffy smiles back anyway, settled, like that was all he needed to hear.

    “Think I figured it out,” Sanji manages. “What I wanted.”

    “I love my cook,” is all Luffy say, and Sanji puts his other hand on Luffy’s cheek, smiling weak and defenceless, and falls back asleep, Luffy’s breath slow in time with his own.

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    Zoro is very familiar with how heavy an unconscious body can be. He’s carried several hundred pounds worth of ruthless pirate captain many a time to collect his bounty. Somehow, none of them have felt as heavy as Sanji feels in his arms at that moment.

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    Or: Zoro is bad at communicating, but good at saving Sanji's life. And catching feelings.

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    22 Apr 2026

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    Nami announces aloud, “Hey guys, we’re back!” before pushing open the door and walking in. Usopp warily peeks his head over Nami’s shoulder, while Luffy barges in without a care.

    Zoro is doing the dishes by the sink, concentrating very hard on a particular spoon that already looks gleaming. His ears are beet red. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even look up.

    Sanji’s hair is mussed, and he’s not even trying to hide the huge, dumb grin taking up his whole face as he's putting away the dry plates. “Welcome back, guys! Had a nice dinner?”

    Nami’s shit-eating grin is infuriating. “You owe me a hundred berry.”

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    The first time Luffy walks into the Baratie with Usopp and Zoro during lunch rush, Sanji has to go stand in the walk-in freezer to scream into his hands. He wants to tell Zoro to get the fuck out. He cannot tell Zoro to get the fuck out, because that’s unreasonable and rude.

    Just because Zoro is—unfortunately—Sanji’s type in men doesn’t mean Sanji can act like a child around him.

    See, Sanji wasn't gay until he met Gin. Gin wasn't gay, either. What they did together was everything from "practice" to "just some fun" to "giving a friend a hand" (or mouth, or hole). But they certainly, absolutely were not boyfriends because Gin was straight and Sanji was straight.

    It was perfect, until Sanji had to go and ruin it by liking it too much. He flew too close to the gay-sun and his not-gay wings of wax melted, go fucking figure.

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    22 Apr 2026

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    They rest against each other, coming down from their respective highs in silence until: “Do I have to keep sleeping on the couch?”

    It’s Sanji’s turn to laugh, though it sounds forced and nervous to his own ears and not at all like Zoro’s easy chuckle. He hastens to say, “Only if you want to,” but it comes out as practically a squeak.

    Expecting—well, he isn’t sure, beyond the Absolute Worst— Sanji is entirely unprepared for Zoro to pick him up under the thighs and march him to Sanji’s bedroom, all but dumping him onto his own bed, ruined pants and all.

    All the breath in Sanji’s lungs leaves him when Zoro collapses down bodily on top of him, crushing Sanji soundly into the bed. Lips brushing Sanji’s bare neck in an unbearably tender gesture, Zoro says, “goodnight, Sanji.”

    “No, no, no—no way, let me up, I need to shower! Or new pants, at least!”

    “Whose fault is that?”

    “YOURS!” Sanji shrieks.

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    It was the marimo's fault he fell... in that damn icy river, and in love.

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    22 Apr 2026

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    "I wasn't gonna let you sink, Cook. We gotta keep you around to satisfy the black hole of a captain we're stuck with."

    Sanji snorted, "I don't think many other people in the world can handle being this crew's chef."

    Zoro nodded, "And we wouldn't want 'em anyway."

    Sanji's heart skipped, stuttering in his chest before picking up speed.

    "Is that why?" he whispered.

    "Hm?"

    "Back at Thriller Bark. Is that why?"

    In the two years since, Sanji had often thought back to that morning, wondering why the idiot had so firmly insisted that he be the one to sacrifice himself. It had often given the blonde nightmares where he would wake thinking that he'd never see the swordsman again.

    "We can't lose you, Sanji," he said firmly.

    We? He wanted to ask.

    Zoro beat him to it, "/I/ can't."

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    Sanji flushed and snaked a free hand to the back of his neck, “I mean- I just. I know about them so of course I’ve considered it before.”

    “There’s no shame in sharing or knowing love languages,” Robin pointed out, falling back into her educational tone, “In fact the villagers here encourage sharing and understanding their loved ones languages in order to better support and attend to each other's needs.”

    “Oh,” Nami breathed, “That’s quite sweet, actually.”

    “So you’ve been using this to your advantage?” Zoro directed his question at Sanji, his tone laced with accusation.

    Surprisingly, Sanji didn’t rise to the bait, and instead started laughing outright. Zoro hoped the glow from the fire hid the way he felt the tips of his ears heat up.

    “Only you, Zoro,” He continued, still laughing but his tone fond, “would take the concept of love languages and translate it into battle tactics.”
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    In which the Straw Hat's discuss their Love Languages and Zoro has an emotional crisis at the age of 21. Zosan.

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    22 Apr 2026

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    Finally, Sanji spoke, chin tilted down, eye sparkling as he met Zoro’s gaze, “You complimented me.”
     
    “ You- ” Zoro startled, but the blonde grinned and managed to keep hold of Zoro’s hand as he instinctively pulled back, “We already talked about this shit,” Zoro hissed, “Words are your thing. I was just-” 
     
    “You make me coffee.” 
     
    Zoro froze. 
     
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    “Acts of service, right?” He stated firmly, pulling his hand from Sanji’s loose grip as the blond gasped. Zoro used both of his palms to reach out and cradle the Cook’s jaw, “ Sanji,” He breathed, a thumb trailing along a stubbled chin to brush his lower lip, warm breath rolling over his digit as the blonde’s mouth fell open, “What do you need?” 
     
    Sanji shuddered under his hands, his blue eye molten as he whispered, “Kiss me.”