phosphenes (n.) zoro x sanji [roommates au]

chapter 3 - efflorescence

"IT'S HARD TO SLEEP

WHEN YOUR HEART

IS AT WAR

WITH YOUR MIND."

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[zoro]

I FIND IT IMPOSSIBLE TO THINK WHENEVER HE'S AROUND. HE FOGS UP MY MIND INTO CONFUSION.

Seeing him at the lecturing auditorium made my heart thump a little faster than I would've liked.

Seeing what he was doing, at a closer look, made a strange, uncomfortable tightening around my chest. I couldn't help but glare at the voluptuous-bodied girl Sanji was very openly flirting with.

She caught my heated gaze and turned away quickly. Sanji turned my way, his golden-blonde hair swishing as his blue eyes met mine.

"Zoro," He mouthed, his pink lips curving into a wide grin. It didn't help the hurried trepidation of my heart.

He waved me over to his seat as I, impossibly so, kept my cool and shrugged, making my way towards him.

"Can't believe you're taking Art too, Marimo!"

"...and what do you mean by that, you damned ero-cook?"

"Mmhmn," he shrugged, the silly grin still etched on his lips. "You just don't have that vibe, y'know?"

"And what vibe do I have?" I questioned, cautiously and curiously.

"Carpentry? Cooking? But the art thing is cool too. You can take up the whole hot, emo persona. I'm sure girls dig that."

The only thing I processed was "hot."

Did he just praise me?
I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

Regretfully, the professor strode into the hall right that moment, refusing to give me any time to bask in the small satisfaction I gained from his words.

I couldn't help but glance at the black turtleneck-clothed boy beside me, his arched eyebrows furrowed as he took his notes with intense concentration.

I doubt I paid attention to that class. And my notebook was scrawled with colours I thought matched those of his eyes.

I can't seem to decide between a sparkling sky blue or a deep blue ocean hue.

Tough choice.

He left after the lecture with a quick "bye!", as he chased after yet another girl. It made me wish wistfully that I was a girl. Maybe if I was, I could have him chasing after me.

What am I thinking?

This sucks.

I holstered my bag over my shoulders, making my way to the cafeteria. Tempura ramen sounds pretty good right about now. But his wondrous cooking still triumphed above everything else.

I'm hopeless, I laughed at my-pathetic-self.

I thought I would've learnt my lesson-falling for straight guys would never have a good outcome. The scars on my back should remind me of that.

Bad memories can be forgotten,
But scars are ever-haunting.

-written by a very bored me who got left all alone in the car while my family went to sign something with the bank :((