I'm Here For One Thing - SanUso

The Little Death

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If he could've looked back on himself, maybe an hour or two later, he would've had questions. Boy, would he have had questions. 

The first question: why exactly was he here, just what the hell led him to this?

Sanji spun around as he twirled on the balls of his feet. He gave Usopp a wide smile and set a large bowl of spaghetti before him. "I'll be right back!" Usopp watched Sanji saunter into the kitchen. 

He placed his head upon the backs of his hands, smiling as he looked around the new ship. It wasn't the Merry, but it was home. "Usopp! I got the breadsticks for you!" He looked up at Sanji, who took a seat in front of him. "So, how are you liking the meal?" 

"Well, if you'd give me a chance to eat it—"

"Right, right, my bad!" He'd never seen Sanji this nervous before. Not towards him, anyhow. Usopp tried to avoid Sanji's overly stimulated face, which had gone from cute and romantic to crazed and anxious. His eyes crinkled as his smile cut lines deep into his face. He looked like plastic in a way. 

"Sanji, you're starring," Usopp muttered under his breath. Sanji released a small gasp, apologized and dug into his meal. 

The men ate in silence for what could've been hours. Realistically, the time didn't change — the clock hand never moved, it seemed. Sanji occasionally looked up at Usopp, smiled like a psychopath, and reengaged himself in his noodles.

 Usopp felt those blue eyes on him all throughout meal time. As divergent from their common interactions as this was, he felt a cold warmth in them. Like an ocean, in a way. Both mysterious and intriguing, yet deadly and beautiful. "Did you like it?" Asked Sanji, as he finished his noodles.

An incoherent noise came from Usopp. He leaned in towards Sanji, stomach uncomfortably full. "Did you like the spaghetti?" 

"It was great! But, that's expected coming from you."

"Damn straight." Sanji smiled as he placed a cigarette between his lips. "But you acted a little funny, are you feeling alright?" Usopp backed into the couch as Sanji closed the distance between them. He expected a kiss. A warm, wet and sloppy kiss smeared across his soft lips. Instead, Sanji placed a hot hand on his forehead. "You're burning up! Let's go to Chopper"

"Sanji!" Usopp struggled with the cook's firm grip around his wrist. "I'm fine, really!" Sanji turned to face him, poker face on like a mask. "You're red too!" 

"I am not!" Sanji declared. Usopp put his mask on too. 

"Fine, then lets go to the bathroom to prove it." Sanji stoped the kind act as they passed through the clinic. He didn't even offer Usopp his hand. The audacity.

In the bathroom, Sanji looked into the mirror like a Karen, jaw on the floor and den den mushi ready to dial Oda. Usopp laughed his ass off on the floor, pleased to see that if one of them were sick, Sanji would've been the first to be admitted. "Radish head, radish head!" 

Sanji growled, as he went over to brawl with Usopp. Reflexes seemingly slow compared to the cook's, Usopp was easily pinned as Sanji squeezed him in-between his thighs. As they struggled in the strange position, the door opened to reveal a very confused Luffy.