Cook and Swordsman
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
45
Views:
2,983
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own One Piece, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hungry competition
note: AU
topic: class
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Five pounds in five days.
Zoro looked at the bento in confusion.
“What is this?” He inquired to the blond leaning against the sakura tree.
“What’s it look like?” Sanji put a cigarette to his lips and hunted for a lighter. “I notice you haven’t eaten lunch in the last two days.”
“I’m not hungry.” The greenhaired teen lied.
“Bullshit.” And as if his stomach was on the blonds side his stomach gurgled at the smell barely seeping through the closed container. Caught, he decided to come clean.
“If I don’t drop five pounds by Friday, I won’t be in Mihawks weight class anymore.”
Sanji sighed and slid down the tree to sit next to his friend.
“A stupid macho competition? That’s why you are starving yourself?” But Zoro noticed it was resigned and not holding the challenging insult as before. Sanji knew what it meant to Zoro personally, and to a lesser extent the pride of school.
Zoro nodded.
“Why didn’t you come to me?” Sanji was more than a good cook, his aspirations had him researching everything from nutrition to wine pairings with sub types of mushrooms. “I could get you to your weight class without you being a weak shit when it’s actually time to fight.
“I thought you’d be busy with your exams. You loose your scholarship if you don’t do well right?”
“Unlike some, I don’t need to study to get those type of results. You’re boyfriend is pretty damn clever. You are pretty lucky.”
“Well it’s not your brains I’m attracted to. You should join a team…you’re good. And who says you’re my boyfriend?”
“Did you want my help? Because it’s not too late and if I help, I’ll want you to acknowledge my noble sacrifice of being without the ladies to instead be with you.”
“Is it that much of a sacrifice?”
“No.” The blond admitted. “But you never say how you feel.”
Zoro held Sanjis hand holding the cigarette and kissed him fully, slowly, and deeply. Savoring the moment and taste.
“I’m more a man of action.”
“Obviously.” The cook sighed and looked away, but Zoro saw the smile and a slight blush. Cute. He really was lucky.
topic: class
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Five pounds in five days.
Zoro looked at the bento in confusion.
“What is this?” He inquired to the blond leaning against the sakura tree.
“What’s it look like?” Sanji put a cigarette to his lips and hunted for a lighter. “I notice you haven’t eaten lunch in the last two days.”
“I’m not hungry.” The greenhaired teen lied.
“Bullshit.” And as if his stomach was on the blonds side his stomach gurgled at the smell barely seeping through the closed container. Caught, he decided to come clean.
“If I don’t drop five pounds by Friday, I won’t be in Mihawks weight class anymore.”
Sanji sighed and slid down the tree to sit next to his friend.
“A stupid macho competition? That’s why you are starving yourself?” But Zoro noticed it was resigned and not holding the challenging insult as before. Sanji knew what it meant to Zoro personally, and to a lesser extent the pride of school.
Zoro nodded.
“Why didn’t you come to me?” Sanji was more than a good cook, his aspirations had him researching everything from nutrition to wine pairings with sub types of mushrooms. “I could get you to your weight class without you being a weak shit when it’s actually time to fight.
“I thought you’d be busy with your exams. You loose your scholarship if you don’t do well right?”
“Unlike some, I don’t need to study to get those type of results. You’re boyfriend is pretty damn clever. You are pretty lucky.”
“Well it’s not your brains I’m attracted to. You should join a team…you’re good. And who says you’re my boyfriend?”
“Did you want my help? Because it’s not too late and if I help, I’ll want you to acknowledge my noble sacrifice of being without the ladies to instead be with you.”
“Is it that much of a sacrifice?”
“No.” The blond admitted. “But you never say how you feel.”
Zoro held Sanjis hand holding the cigarette and kissed him fully, slowly, and deeply. Savoring the moment and taste.
“I’m more a man of action.”
“Obviously.” The cook sighed and looked away, but Zoro saw the smile and a slight blush. Cute. He really was lucky.