What's Not To Love

Chapter 21

Sanji looked away from Zoro for a moment. He could feel the heat in his face but he couldn't suppress it. The teriyaki sauce and Mikan juice mixture made Zoro's lips look so....delicious. He couldn't help but want to kiss him and the sweat on his body wasn't making anything easier to handle. God, Sanji thought to himself, either he's a fucking angel or my sexual frustration is kicking in. Looking back at Zoro, Sanji cursed. Definitely not sexual frustration or an angel, he thought. To him, Zoro was looking like Heaven itself.

"Sanji." Zoro urged, trying to get the idiot to actually talk. He was beginning to get a headache watching the cook look from him and then away continuously.

Looking down at his hands on the table, Sanji whispered to Zoro. " Put a shirt on."

"Huh?" Zoro asked as another Mikan made it into his mouth. Sanji was acting extremely weird. He heard him say something again but he still didn't catch what it was that was being said. "Still didnt hear you cook."

"I said put a fucking shirt on! I can't concentrate." Taking a glance up at Zoro's face, Sanji noticed how shocked he looked, not to mention confused. He put his head back down and spoke more gently. "Please."

Zoro stared at Sanji with so much confusion. After a moment, he regained his composure. "Uh, sure."

Zoro stood up and took his shirt from inside the haramaki on his waist and placed the towel on the back of his chair. He slipped the shirt on and sat back down, waiting for Sanji.

"Now that that's done, I want to first say that my feeling are honest." Sanji said as he stared at Zoro.

"Yeah, you've mentioned that."

" And?" Sanji pressed on.

"And nothing. You say you have feelings but you went and fucked it up." Zoro said as he continued to munch on his snack.

Sanji sat forward. "But that was a mistake, Zoro. I wasn't trying to make things hard on you."

Zoro looked at the cook and sighed. "Listen, you made a mistake, fine. But it was a choice that you made yourself. And this is the choice I've made."

Sanji frowned. "I know that but I miss the kids. I miss you. I miss our room and the moments we had. I just want to get it back."

Zoro stayed silent. What was he suppose to say to that? He knew that Sanji missed the kids but what could he do? He thought for a moment and inwardly yelled. He would have to use the girls idea, no matter how much he didn't want to.

"For the kids, the girls want us to create a schedule so you're involved and I don't tire myself out. Honestly, I don't want to do it because I want to keep an eye on them and I want to be with them when it's time for bed." Zoro said reluctantly.

Sanji scrunched up his face. "That doesn't leave much time for me." When Zoro didn't make a move to respond, Sanji sat back in his chair and cocked his head to the side in disbelief. "Zoro, that's not right. They're my kids, too, ya know."

Zoro stared at Sanji. "You didn't even want to be involved at first."

"Are you serious right now, Zoro? We passed that bridge a long time ago."

"No," Zoro started. "We ignored that to get over what you did before. Unfortunately, you made another stupid mistake and it's not that far off from the last one."

Sanji just stared at Zoro in shock. "Not that far off?"

Turning his head to the side, Zoro avoided looking at Sanji. "Yeah. Both times you ridiculed me because you didn't realize your own feelings. The only difference is that last time, you blamed everything on me."

Sanji bit his lip. This wasn't the direction the conversation was suppose to go in. This wasn't even how he saw their conversation beginning. He remained quiet for a moment, lost in thought. His eyes weren't really looking anywhere and his sense of time seemed to have frozen. He could feel eyes on him but he didn't even care. After a while, he stood up, grabbed his cup and walked to the sink. He opted to just sip on the drink and stare out the window silently.

Zoro watched Sanji .He could tell that he was stressed about the situation. Honesty, he felt bad about the whole conversation thus far. He shouldn't be putting Sanji in this position and he knew that. But at the same time, if he didn't say anything then nothing would get resolved.

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Another moment passed before anyone spoke."Fine." Sanji said , as he turned around. He turned off the stove so the food wouldn't be overdone. "Let's burn that bridge."

Zoro looked at Sanji confused. He watched as Sanji walked towards the liquor cabinet. Zoro scrunched his face up. Sanji was more of a wine person so it was only on the rarest occasions that he drank the hard liquor Zoro loved.

Sanji walked back over to the table with the bottle of liquor and poured some into his cup before taking a big gulp. He hated how the hot feeling made his throat feel but loved how the pit of his stomach welcomed the warm liquid. Sanji finally looked towards the other occupant in the room. "Want some?"

"Uh, no thanks." Zoro answered with raised eyebrows. It was almost as if Sanji's whole personality changed. "Am I interrupting something? I could leave you know."

"No." Sanji responded. He stared into his glass deeply. "I have an hour and a half before dinner to do this."

"To do what?" Zoro asked with a slight hesitant tone.

"To make you understand where I'm coming from. And to explain myself properly." Sanji finally looked at Zoro and saw the scrunched up face that Zoro held.

"I've honestly never wanted anything this much before, Zoro."