Primal Instinct (Zosan)

six

Four days had passed and nothing had fucking changed.

Sanji would normally wake up in the morning, make breakfast, wake Zoro up and eat breakfast together. Then, Zoro would fuck off to the crow's nest and stay there until he decided that he was hungry again (which was highly inconvenient for Sanji, as the fucker strolled through the galley whenever he fucking pleased), bugged Sanji until he relented and cooked him lunch. Then, Zoro would take his afternoon nap whilst Sanji shuffled through one of his cook books, until night arrived, in which Zoro would burst in again and demand for booze this time, along with snacks.

And this has been going on for four fucking days! Sure, Sanji didn't expect much to happen from the very beginning, but this was just ridiculous! It's not as if Sanji was hoping for something more than usual to happen, but he was just baffled with Zoro's odd behavior. Or normal, in this case.

Wasn't Zoro the one that pursued Sanji? The one that initially had feelings for him and wanted something more? And now that he could, Zoro decided not to do anything? They were going to be alone for two weeks in the Sunny, yet Zoro hadn't made a single move.

It didn't make any fucking sense!

Suddenly, the door of the galley burst open, causing Sanji to flinch. Zoro strolled in, hand scratching at his chest, mouth open wide in a yawn.

"Cook, booze."

Sanji wanted to slam his head against the table, but refrained from doing it, as he would damage the book he had borrowed from Robin, and that would be just unacceptable. Perhaps he should kick Zoro's head through the wall and get rid of him for good.

Why, oh why did he ever think that doing anything with this green-haired neanderthal was a good idea? Sanji was convinced that he must have been delirious four days ago, as it was the only logical explanation.

The man didn't even talk in full sentences!

"No booze, detox time." Sanji answered and without even looking at Zoro, continued reading his book.

"There's not any left? I could have sworn that there were at least two bottles left yesterday—"

Sanji slammed his hands against the dinner table and peered up at Zoro through narrowed eyes. "What I meant was; there's not any booze left for you specifically, you've had more than enough these past four days. Now, out. I'm busy."

Zoro cocked an eyebrow, arms folded over his chest. "What's all the whining for? If you just give me my booze, I'll leave you alone."

Sanji let out a heavy sigh, propped his elbows on the table and massaged his temple, "That's the fucking problem, marimo, all you've been doing these past four days is leave me alone!" Sanji's eyes widened as soon as he realized what he had said and felt his face heat up when Zoro smirked.

"Is this how it's gonna be? Every time I don't give you attention, you're gonna get all bitchy on me, needy and desperate?" Zoro teased as he drew near.

"Th— That's not it, you fucker! I was just confused as you were the one that suggested this in the first place and then you just— do nothing!" Sanji defended, leaning slightly back when Zoro placed his hand on the table and got closer.

Zoro's smirk widened, sharp canines visible, "Is that so?"

Sanji thickly swallowed and averted his eyes. It wasn't like he was needy or any other bullshit like that, he was just genuinely curious. It threw him off the loop, as he didn't know what Zoro wanted to get out of this.

"W-Why didn't you, though? I mean, you...you could have, yet..." he trailed off and glanced back, unsure of how to word his question.

Zoro regarded him silently for a few seconds and then sighed, standing up straight as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, you still hadn't given me a clear answer on how you wanted to approach this and wasn't sure if you were comfortable with doing anything, so I just...waited until you came to me on your own accord." He explained.