Sanji turned into a neko!?...(ZOSAN)

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(Yall my exams are next week and I dont have time to study while I use c.ai,pinterest,wattpad every single day!)ANYWAYS!

Sanji noticed Zoro's reaction and immediately became flustered, his cheeks burning red. In an odd fit of neko-instinct and embarrassment, he dropped to all fours, purred softly, and licked Zoro's arm before nuzzling it with his head.

Chopper stood a few steps away, frantically scribbling notes in his notebook, wide-eyed with scientific fascination.

Meanwhile, Zoro... was dying of laughter. Tears welled up in his eyes as he clutched his stomach.

Zoro: "HAAHAHA! Look at you! You're red like a damn tomato—red neko!"

His laugh echoed through the trees, until Sanji narrowed his eyes. Without warning, he leapt onto Zoro like a proper feline, pinning him to the ground with surprising force. Zoro was caught off guard, completely unprepared for the move.

For a brief moment, Zoro's heart skipped a beat.

Sanji was on top of him, on all fours, golden hair slightly ruffled, breathing quick. The position... looked a little too romantic—okay, maybe even suggestive. Zoro froze, blinking up at him, unsure whether to throw him off or stare longer. Chopper's jaw dropped. He was still taking notes.

Zoro: "Wha—what the—Oi, neko cook, get off of me!! Wha—WHAT THE FUCK, STOP SMELLING ME YOU PERVERT!!"

Sanji leaned down, nose brushing Zoro's neck as he purred. Then, without warning, he raised a paw and gave Zoro a sharp scratch across the cheek. Zoro grunted in pain.

Zoro: "AGH—WHAT THE HELL?!"

Sanji backed away gracefully, putting distance between them while Zoro rolled on the ground, swearing, hand over his face. Chopper sprang into action, rushing to Zoro's side and opening his medical kit.

Chopper: "Sanji!! Why did you attack him?!"

Sanji, tail flicking lazily behind him, purred again.

Sanji: "It's his own damn fault! He'll survive."

Zoro: "I swear—if you touch me again—I'LL CUT YOUR DAMN TAIL AND THOSE EARS OFF, YOU PERVERTED NEKO!!"

— TIME SKIP: 17 MINUTES LATER —

Chopper was finishing up the bandages on Zoro's face, carefully tucking away the last roll of gauze into his backpack. Zoro sat still, arms crossed, glaring murderously at Sanji. Sanji sat a few feet away, tail twitching, glaring right back. The tension between them was thick enough to slice with a sword. Both looked like they were just one insult away from another explosion.