Am I perfect?

nightmare or reality?

Sweating. harsh breathing. He opened his eyes. Was he back at that treacherous place again? But didn't he escape? Didn't Sanji Save him?  But how?  Was it all a dream? Zoro felt fat tears roll down his face. He could see a faint silhouette. It was approaching him with massive speed. He was probably getting fucked again, wasn't he? Merciless Blackbeard, here to fuck him senseless all over again. Hasn't he had enough? His body is full of black and blue, bite marks and hickeys littered all over his tainted body.  If only he were stronger back then; maybe he wouldn't have gotten kidnapped, and maybe he would have fought back- but no, he was naive, he thought he had no room for improvement, and he thought he would beat any man or woman who dared to approach him. No wonder Blackbeard calls him a stupid shitty slut when his voice acts out his pleasure. And a slut he is. He couldn't believe how his body tingled when Blackbeard touched him in places he didn't know he had. He knows he shouldn't feel bad about this; he was human after all. 

"Zoro,"

Shut up. 

"Zoro,"

Shut up.

"Zoro,"

How shameless is this man to call his name, over and over again?

"ZORO!"

A gasp of air was pulled from Zoro as his eyes opened. He was panting heavily and he felt sweaty. A stray tear falls from his eyes. 

"Sorry if I startled you. You were shaking, I didn't know what to do." Sanji muttered, feeling guilty. 

Zoro brushed his long hair out of his face as he tried to even his breathing. He looks at Sanji, who has a tray with a bowl of soup and a glass of water on it. He felt so relieved. He had escaped. He isn't locked up. He felt rather comfortable too, a nice duvet covering him as he lay in a large and comfy bed.

 "It's okay, b-but where am I?"

Sanji blushes and rubs the back of his neck, balancing the tray in one hand. This is awkward, it's been so long that everyone thought he'd died. 

"You're in my room" 

Zoro's eyes widen. Surely, Sanji's married by now, he would have been shocked if he hadn't gotten married as soon as he graduated. He was sure his wife wouldn't like a weird man in her bed. 

"hungry?" Sanji asked gesturing towards the tray. Sanji knew they had to talk, and they had to talk about a lot of things, but now was not the time for it, now he should be here for Zoro.

Zoro was about to say no but his stomach made a sound that said otherwise. Zoro's face flushed. Sanji just chuckled lightly before putting the tray on the nightstand. 

"May I help you up?" Sanji questioned. 

Zoro nodded. It was even a wonder he was running with how sore his body was. Sanji put his arms under Zoro's armpits and assisted him with sitting up. He then picked up the tray and rested it on Zoro's lap. The marimo admired it for a second. It all looked incredibly appetizing. He picked up the spoon with his trembling hand. Oh, how he hated how weak he was. he dipped it in the soup and pulled it out full. Zoro's hand slowly made its way to his mouth. As soon as the soup made contact with his tongue, an explosion of flavours hit it. It made him want to cry. It instantly brought back the memories from his life before he escaped; the days when he wished to eat Sanji's shit cooking (he still can't bring himself to admit that the man's cooking is pristine) instead of that plain shitty salad. 

"Th-thank you, thank you so much, Sanji,"

Sanji was knocked out of his daze of watching the marimo eat by Zoro crying.

"Mari-Zoro, I... are you okay? Is the food bad?"

Zoro shook his head.

"It's actually really good," Zoro practically sobbed

Sanji didn't know what to do to the moody swordsman, he knew he'd been through a lot, he just didn't know how much.

"Are the clothes I gave you uncomfy?"

Zoro just continued crying like a woman who lost her child in war. Sanji was just continuously frantic about what to do with the poor swordsman. To Sanji's luck; Zoro calmed down after a while and finished his meal. 

"I-uh saw all those bruises I was going to call chopper or a doctor but I had to check on you first. Who...Who did this to you?"

Zoro looked down at the empty bowl of soup. Should he just tell him it was their history teacher Or would he not believe him?

"R-remember, Mr. Marshall?"

"Ya, what of him?" 

Of course, he remembers him. How could he forget? He was the teacher the straw hats hated most. He also gave Zoro bad grades for no reason. But why talk about him now? Zoro stayed silent to what Sanji had asked, hoping he'd get the hint. He's already babbled to him this morning and he doesn't want to bring those unpleasant memories back.

Sanji stared at the marimo, confused about why Zoro had stopped talking suddenly. Then it all clicked. He was that shitty bastard who kept Zoro away from them all that time. He was that shitty bastard who left no spot on Zoro's body undented or unmarked. 

"Him?" he asked with a bit of venom.

Zoro nodded timidly as he continued to stare at his lap nervously. Sanji sighed as he picked the tray up from there, gaining Zoro's attention.

"I'm calling Chopper whether you like it or not. get some rest okay?"

"Okay,"