Zoro walks around the ex-dance studio and sees everything that it could be, he sees the wood panelling, the tatami on the floor, the students being taught. He can see it all. He tells the estate agent that he wants it and rushes off to the bank to have a meeting. It's surprisingly easy to get them to agree to the mortgage if he sells his current apartment and Zoro sets out doing just that. Because the dojo has a small apartment above it he doesn't have to find somewhere else to live. Sure he has to downsize a bunch of his stuff but it's mostly shit that he bought to compensate for how miserable he was, something that's obvious now. Anyway, having a tonne of stuff that he doesn't need is hardly in keeping with the minimalist and focused ideals of his martial art.

The next two months after that are a whirlwind of bank appointments, estate agent meetings, contracts and then finally setting out the work to make the dojo what it should be. He's headed through his old neighborhood to pick up the right kind of tiles when he sees All Blue. To his shock he realises that he hasn't seen Sanji once since the blond handed him the newspaper cutting that changed his life. On impulse he rushes inside.

Sanji sees alarmed to see him but no less pleased.

"Zoro, what are you doing here?" Sanji asks him as Zoro makes his way to the counter.

"You tell me." He beams and holds out his hand for Sanji. He's still not sure on the whole psychic stuff but he's agreed with himself that Sanji is an exception to whatever rules he has about his belief in the order of things in the universe.

Sanji looks at him a little warily but takes his hand. A slow smile creeps onto Sanji's face.

"Nothing." He says with a smile.

"You don't need anything, you have what you need." Sanji continues, looking at him.

"I bought the place, I'm living there now and fixing it up in every spare minute I've got. I quit my job yesterday too. Two weeks and I'll be doing what I dreamed of, thanks to you." He says excitedly as Sanji lets go of his hands.

"You just needed a kick in the right direction is all. And that's what I'm here for, it's what you ordered off of the menu." Sanji says with a shrug.

"Oh, shit, I have to go get these tiles before I forget." He exclaims and turns towards the door.

"Bye Zoro." Sanji says in a strained voice.

"Bye Sanji!" Zoro replies cheerfully and leaves the diner, his mind whirring over thoughts of the inside of his dojo.

At the end of the day he's exhausted and curled up under the sheets on his bed, even though it's only just past nine in the evening. Moving and setting up a dojo is far more tiring than it looks. That's one of the things that he was adamant about keeping from his old place. Even if a lot of his expensive stuff he could let go he still wanted his high quality bed. He spends more time in it than on any other piece of furniture that he owns. His mind drifts to Sanji and about how often he's thought of having the other man in his bed. It's stupid, if Sanji thought of him like that then he would... have... noticed.

His mind flashes over to the blond cook and his mind calls up the moment that night that Sanji gave him the advert about what is now his dojo. He remembers how it felt like Sanji was about to kiss him. But then he remembers look on Sanji's face when he told him about the dojo, and the look he had given him when he said goodbye. It was like he was giving something up. Zoro sits upright in bed and runs his mind over what Sanji had said about people not being attracted to what he does or that his gift drives people away.

Zoro leaps out of bed in a tangle of sheets and nearly falls to the floor. He is far more awake than he was before. He hauls on clothes that aren't dusty from working on the dojo all day and grabs his new keys. He has to come back inside almost instantly because it's raining outside, it's almost as heavy as the day that he met Sanji. He looks inside for an umbrella and his eyes land on the yellow one with the swirl, the one that Sanji gave him. He takes it and leaves the building again. The train ride to the diner feels tense and he keeps going back and forth on whether he's right or not. It could be just a stupid guess, he could be totally wrong.

He really hopes that he's not though.

When he gets to the diner the lights are almost all out, there's just a dim one in the back of the kitchen and Zoro thinks that he can see Sanji moving about back there. He holds his umbrella tight and bangs on the door with a fist. He gets no answer and so after a few moments he does it again.

"We're closed." Comes a muffled voice from within.

Zoro sighs despairingly and bangs on the door again. Finally he hears footsteps coming towards the door and strangely another light moving with it.

"What are you, stupid? I said we're- Zoro..." Sanji trails off, looking at him wide eyed and the cigarette between his lips nearly falling out. Zoro grins and reaches out, plucking it out from between the stunned man's lips.

"I thought you quit." He teases.

"Well, I was stressed." Sanji mutters, hunching his shoulders and not looking at Zoro.

"I didn't expect to see you, what are you doing here?" Sanji asks, still not looking at him. Zoro frowns, he thinks that he might be right about what was weighing so heavily on Sanji.

"You didn't expect me to come back at all, did you?" He guesses.

Sanji looks at him finally and he's got this heartbroken expression on his face but he's defensive about it too, the expression suggests that if Zoro mentions it Sanji will rearrange his face with his smart shoes.

"People never do after I get them what they need." He says and Zoro's heart aches.

"I'm here." He points out.

"If it's for the umbrella then you can keep it." Sanji mutters bitterly and Zoro kicks him in the shin.

"It's not for the fucking umbrella you idiot." Zoro snaps angrily, actually more than a little offended at that idea.

"Then why are you here? You have what you need, that's my job." Sanji says, he's looking right at Zoro and he's clearly begging for Zoro to say something to the contrary. Zoro is more than happy to oblige him.

"Fuck your job. I'm not going to just abandon you because I've got my dream now." he says angrily, his hand tightening dangerously on the umbrella, he hears the wood of the handle creak.

"You've not exactly been around though." Sanji points out and to Zoro's shame Sanji isn't wrong. He could have come and seen him before but he had been so busy, so stressed and so excited that he just hadn't. He's got no excuse for that.

"I'm here now." he says softly and he hears the sharp little intake of breath from Sanji. Zoro hopes to hell that he's right because he's about to start moving towards something that he can't take back or pretend didn't happen.

"You spend all of your time getting people what they need, but what about you?" Zoro asks and Sanji actually laughs at that.

"This is my dream, remember? I have what I need." Sanji replies, raking his hand through his hair.

"What about what you want?" Zoro presses and Sanji startles. Clearly Sanji is remembering their same conversation on the night that Zoro inadvertently mocked him for being psychic. Sanji wants someone, he wants someone who loves him back. At least that's what he said then.

"Doesn't that stupid song that you think I'm obsessed with have the answer for that? You don't always get what you want." Sanji says wryly, looking away from Zoro and leaning against the doorframe.

"I am not singing that song at you, you can't bait me into it, shit cook." Zoro says grumpily and Sanji laughs quietly at that. Zoro doesn't know if Sanji had been trying to bait him into singing it but he's sure as shit that the man would have laughed his ass off at him.

"The things that you want are important too. Stop thinking about everyone else so much." Zoro sighs.

He doesn't give the cook time to reply. He drops the umbrella carelessly at his side and when Sanji looks back at him to say something about it Zoro leans in and closes the gap between them. His heart feels like it freezes and he hopes to hell that he's right. He kisses Sanji, gently and carefully in case he's wrong. Sanji makes this desperate kind of noise and then all of a sudden his arms are wrapped around the back of Zoro's neck and Sanji is kissing him back fiercely. Zoro wants to bash his own head into the doorframe for talking himself out of this for so long.

"Zoro... Zoro is this... is this serious or are you just..." Sanji gasps, leaning back a little and breaking the kiss.

"I really want this Zoro but if you're just-" Sanji cuts himself off again, but Zoro can fill in the blanks. Sanji wants to know if he means this, if he's serious, he wants to know that Zoro isn't intending on leaving the moment that things get tough or if Sanji kicks his ass about not doing what he should be.

"I'm serious, I want this. Weird impossible psychic stuff, short temper and all." He insists and Sanji kisses him so hard that it almost hurts.

"I want this, I want this too so badly. I thought I was never going to see you again." Sanji says in between kisses. Zoro grins, he really can't miss this opportunity.

"Well, you know... you do owe me a meal from losing out on that bet so really-" Zoro starts but Sanji claps his hand over Zoro's mouth.

"No, that's it, you're terrible. Go away, I don't know why I missed you, you- AUGH!" Sanji yelps and yanks his hand away. Zoro is pleased that licking Sanji's palm got him free.

"Shut up." He says with a smile and kisses the blond again.

It's good to get what you want.