The Icemaker (Zosan Fic)

Chapter Four

 Zoro woke up in his bed for once, sitting up and stretching. He already had a text from Sanji, asking if he was going to be at the rink today. He replied with a no, and dragged himself out of his room. He was still so embarrassed about being on the front cover of a very popular magazine, He couldn't believe he was convinced to go to that stupid shoot. Sanji knew he was wallowing in all the attention, he refused to accept. He wasn't like Sanji, he will murder anyone who suddenly stopped him to ask questions

The worse part was they somehow got pictures from previous games he played that year and made them look like he was purposely modeling for the pictures. He sat on his worn out couch, refusing to leave the house except for practice.

But something started to eat at Zoro, this is what happened when a game of theirs was televised and they won the game, he saw it and refused to see anyone. Everyone was staring at him with awe, instead of not even glancing his way, he finally started to go out more when Robin was holding a knife to his throat. But on some days that didn't even work.

He was staring up at the ceiling, his legs kicked back on the coffee table when someone knocked. He didn't answer it til, "Zoro please can I come in?" Sanji's voice was desperately trying to get him to stand up. He couldn't believe how he reacted, he wanted to jump up, invite him in, Zoro glared at the door. The blonde had him wrapped around his pretty little fingers.

"Goddammit Zoro please!" Zoro didn't realise how fast he reacted, he jumped up and ran to the door, his hand resting on the handle, he took a deep breath, and opened the door. Sanji was facing the other way, looking out at the streets, "Sanji what's wrong?" He asked as he saw Sanji purposely not face him, "Nothing." He voice caught, and Zoro felt terrible.

"Nothin's wrong, I just...wanted to make sure you were okay..." Sanji didn't sound okay. Zoro grabbed his arm, but pulled back when Sanji violently jerked away from him. "Come inside Sanji..." Zoro said quietly, and finally the blonde turned around, walking in.

Zoro didn't look at him, he obviously didn't want to be seen like a mess, but why was he? Zoro closed the door, turning to look at Sanji who stood in the middle of the room. He stood almost too stiff, he shoulder were slumped more than usual, and he was biting his lip very hard. Zoro felt like a hug was needed but he was always awkward when it came to them. He sucked up his ego, and walked over to Sanji, wrapping him in his arms from behind. Sanji leaned against him, "I wish I could hide away from the world sometimes..." Sanji turned around in his hug so Sanji could bury his face in his chest.

"Well, come over anytime, it seems to work here really well..." Sanji laughed, holding onto his shirt, almost to make sure he was real, almost to make sure he didn't fall. Zoro wanted to ask so bad what happened, but that would probably make things worse...

"Sanji..."

"I don't think I can handle this..." He suddenly sobbed, shaking Zoro slightly, "What happened?" He asked, then hitting himself mentally. "It's a long story...Very long...Too long..." Sanji stuttered out, shaking his head. He tried to pull away but Zoro refused to let him go, Sanji covered his face with his hands, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He kept saying that over and over, and then abruptly stopped. He looked at Zoro, "Why haven't you told me to stop?" He asked, looking very surprised.

"You're sorry about something, why should I tell you to shut up?" Sanji stood there staring at him, "Zoro...This is probably the most cheesy thing I'll ever say but..." He looked down like he was about to cry again, "...Please never leave my side..." Zoro didn't say anything right away, but he did that thing Sanji did back at the dressing room at his show, cupping his face in his palms so he had Sanji's attention fully.

"Of course." Sanji again wrapped his arms around him and cried into his shirt for the next few hours.

Zoro and Sanji were laying on his bed, Sanji curled around Zoro while he had a hand resting on his shoulder, once again, Sanji's phone going off, begging for attention. "I hate being so popular sometimes..." Sanji said for the one hundredth time. Zoro didn't say anything, just listening to the buzzing, "We should turn off the buzzing..." Sanji reached for his phone, but Zoro pushed it further from his reach.