The only things that are mine, is the crazy mind that plots the stories inside my head, the rest comes from the great and amazing Oda who keeps killing me softly.

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~-.O.-~

He kept scrolling down through the different pictures, trying to find something that could draw his attention while he ignored some of the texts he was getting.

He was an idiot, really. Why he had installed this dumb application and created a profile was beyond him. Stupid Portgas and his stupid ideas. The only reason why he had even bothered with this was because according to Ace it was a good way to get sex without going for all the trouble.

And that was exactly what he needed.

He had seen a few not-so-bad looking guys last night, they had chatted with him and he had received a few dirty pictures. He would say he didn't like the attention, and his ego would say he was definitely lying. However, none of the guys or the conversations had really excited him, the only thing they had managed to do was to stir his libido in a lazy way.

Right now it didn't seem that he was going to get any either. All the guys nearby were really not his type or their sexual tastes described in their profile were either something Zoro was not willing to do or completely different from what he liked. Ace had also definitely lied when he said the app was packed with hot guys.

His phone made a sound indicating that someone had sent him a message. Another dick pick.

Great.

He had like sixteen of those already and it was still a little bit weird for him to receive a picture of a guy's junk without even knowing his name.

He decided to put his phone in his pocket while his arm curled to lift the 200 pound dumbbell in his right hand, he really didn't remember what number of repetition he was at this moment. It was funny how none of the guys that were throwing themselves at him, showing naked pictures with just a hello could distract him from his routine ― After all, he took it really seriously ― but the blond that had entered moments ago and was stretching at the barre on his left, most likely unaware of Zoro's existence, was definitely managing to mess up his routine.

He almost dropped his weight when said blond decided to slowly slide his left foot in front of him, dragging those legs down the mat, extending them perfectly in a horizontal line. Zoro let out something that was like a sigh while he saw the taut muscle of the blonde's rear, emphasized by the stretch of those legs. Zoro saw how the lithe body turned at his front, changing his posture to a sideways split, long arms reached for a cellphone that was laying nearby. But everything Zoro could focus now was in the round globes his hands were itching to grab. What an amazing ass.

He heard the familiar sound from his phone, and thinking he could use the distraction, before he started drooling all over the floor, like most of the guys around him. He placed down his weight and opened the app one more time.

Why do you dye your hair green?

The profile that had sent the message didn't have a picture and it appeared it was one of the closest users around him. The 'About Me' section only had a line that said call me Mr. Prince.

Obviously, an asshole.

I don't dye it.

He hoped he would not get any other message from the guy, his short answer leaving it clear that he didn't want to talk with him anymore.

Well, that's good, anybody who voluntarily had that hair color would be an idiot. Do you know what a marimo is?

Feeling that vein popping up on his forehead that indicated he was getting annoyed, he answered immediately, completely ignoring the guy's question, knowing full well where it was going.

Says the person that must be ugly enough that decided not to use a profile picture.

There, clear, he was not fucking interested. But perhaps, just perhaps, a little bit curious.

I think you're just upset you cannot see my pretty face.

He was getting upset by now, already regretting downloading this stupid application and putting his photograph out there, for all he knew this could some brat like Luffy pulling a prank on him and he hated that.

Its ok, I don't like pretty things.

He felt smug about his answer, grinning at his cellphone, satisfied. No immediate answer. Good. He told himself he was not curious at all how the guy looked, he was sure the guy probably was like-

"How can you not like pretty things?"

Zoro looked up confused and ready to smash a skull. But when his eyes registered the image in front of him he blinked twice, confused and then, he blinked some more, trying to make sense of his life right now.

"So, you have been staring at me the whole time, and you don't even think I'm pretty?" It was the blond, the blond from the barre, the blond who could bend his body in half.

Jesus, this guy was probably the hottest thing he had met in a while.

The blond's body was lean, but the lines of muscles were visible under that creamy skin, and well, that tank top didn't leave much room for imagination. He had a long torso and legs that went down for days, his hair was practically golden, and fell softly over his left eye, like if it was by accident. That right eye glinted mischievously down at him and when he grinned Zoro's heart leapt up his throat.

"That hurts" The blond kept grinning while tilting his head, his bangs scattering playfully with the movement. That grin told Zoro the blonde was not hurt at all, and confirmed the fact that he was not pretty.

He was drop-dead gorgeous.

"Who says I've been staring?" Zoro tilted his head as well and arched an eyebrow. Golden earrings swaying, the cords on his neck tensing, showing under his tan skin and he knew it.

"You haven't, huh?" The blond shrugged, apparently unaffected by the display of tan muscle. "My apologies then, I will go back and finish my workout" He grinned a last time and gave him a short salute "Have a nice day green guy"

The blond retreated, those legs and the sway of his hips screaming at him how much the blond was aware he was staring, he moved with too much confidence for someone that had been supposedly rejected, Zoro cursed under his breath. Of course he would not let him get away, he was proud but not insane. Later on, he would realize that he had never actually been the one in control.

And perhaps he'll never will.

The blond had his right foot over the barre, taking a hold of it with his hand and he started lifting his leg slowly above his head. It looked effortlessly and Zoro's groin stirred at imagining such flexibility in the bedroom.

"You again?" That smooth voice said teasingly. The guy looked bored and didn't even look at him. Zoro had never felt so aroused and so annoyed at the same time before.

"I thought you were not interested in me." This time he turned at him, lowering his foot at the barre again, the light from the front windows tracing all details from the blond's face. The retort in Zoro's tongue died once those eyes regarded him.

Blue eyes.

No.

Incredibly dazzling blue eyes that made breathing difficult and caused his head to spin.

Zoro finally understood how the word knockout could be used as an adjective.

"Wanna go for a coffee?" Zoro didn't really like coffee, but for this guy, he would go to church if necessary.

"Straight forward, huh?" The blond said through a smirk.

Zoro shrugged lazily, trying to act as if nothing big was happening, giving one of those arrogant smirks that were a trade mark on him, trying to act as if he had the blond in his pocket while crossing his fingers and throwing silent prayers to random gods.

He saw the twitch on that ―curly?― eyebrow, knowing his attitude had annoyed the feisty blond. Shit, he might have blown his chances here, but messing around with this guy was turning out to be fun.

But instead of a smart comeback or getting his face punched, the guy returned the arrogant smirk tenfold and said in a sultry voice "How about your place?".

Zoro felt like he had been struck by a lightning bolt, electrified at his very core. His cock twitched at the sound of that smooth baritone and his hands itched to touch the body in front of him. This guy affected his composure more than he would like to admit.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to hide his excitement, embarrassed he was being so obvious "I'm Zoro, by the way" He extended his hand while he tried not to grin like a madman. He wanted to make sure this guy knew the name he was going to be screaming later.

Hesitation flashed briefly through those blue eyes while the blond regarded the man's gesture. But he grabbed the offered hand swiftly with a firm grip giving it a solid shake.

"I'm Sanji"

~-.O.-~

When Sanji passed through the door of Zoro's apartment, he was sure he was going to have a heart attack. The guy lived like two blocks from the gym, and while it had been fun to tease him all the way here, now that he was inside the green-haired man's territory he felt suddenly everything too real.

What the fuck was he doing? This guy could be a psychopath for all he knew.

When he turned around he saw said guy putting down his shoes and opening the zipper of his gray hoodie, perhaps a little bit too hurriedly, his pectorals opening and the muscles of his arms tensing and flexing under caramel looking skin.

Sanji turned around and grinned, his inner predator reminding him that he was not the little lamb here and today he was the one that had chosen his pray, never backwards. This idiot would still be slobbering all over his weights if it weren't for the fact that he was the one who made the first move.

That's right Sanji, get it together. You're the one in charge here anyways.

Sanji moved past the small foyer, bringing his backpack with him, the apartment was an arrangement of neutral tones, with accents of mint, wood and stone. It appeared the guy only kept the necessary, making furniture scarce, but each item unique and functional. The big black couch in the living room looked soft and perfect for napping, the chair beside it perfect for a quiet morning coffee, the side wooden table nearby was made of acacia wood and was ready to keep your favorite book. Sanji could easily picture this guy routine, seeing the open space after the living room that was no doubt to meditate or to train, and were those swords in that rack?

"I'm still not sure if you're pretty, you know" Sanji turned, pulled from his brief analysis. And it was that sardonic smile that made Sanji's heart flutter while at the same time had his foot itching to kick this asshole's face.

But he was right, if anything when those dark eyes regarded him, Sanji didn't feel pretty.

No.

Sanji felt needed, like a tall glass of water in the middle of a desert.

Like if Sanji was just exactly what was missing in this green-haired asshole's life. His mouth felt suddenly very dry, he was sure he was blushing and he had to remember that this guy was no little lamb either. No. This guy was actually a bigger predator than him, a large green-tiger asshole that unlike him, knew what he was doing.

And that turned him on more than anything else had in his short life.

He grinned, cocking an eyebrow "If you keep saying those things, I'm going to start to believe you had never seen something pretty in your life"

The guy grinned back, moving closer, there was a gentle grace in his movements, hiding the power of that body. Sanji suddenly felt like he was in a match, ready to be attacked and he knew he was in trouble.

"I think it's time for you to shut up now" Zoro was getting closer, the blond looked up, locking his eyes to that hungry gaze, his heart was in his throat, but his tongue ran through his grin as a last act of defiance while his cock stirred with excitement.

Big trouble.

Those chapped lips moved unhurriedly against his, one big calloused hand gently cupping his face while the other one got lost in his hair.

And then Sanji realized he needed him too.

Sanji opened for the larger man, desiring to meet his taste. Zoro groaned softly, low in his throat once their tongues finally met. It was a sound that had the blond's head spinning. Sanji moved against him, slowly, taking in inch by inch of that steely flavor, that musky scent, that incredibly feel of the other man's tongue.

He had never felt this overpowered before, he didn't know if it was the lack of experience that was making him weak at the knees or the fact that the other man felt so strong against him, his embrace so powerful that he felt swept away.

And he craved for more.

Sanji added teeth to the mix when he bit that lower lip and his hands pulled at the larger man's hair. Zoro groaned again, this time louder and it sounded like danger. Sanji didn't realize the sounds he was making with his breathing were affecting the man the same way.

Sanji hopped nimbly, needing to be even closer, his long legs circling around a lean and muscular waist. And this time the sound Zoro did sounded like a growl, the larger man's balance was never affected by the blond's added weight, and Sanji felt those big and calloused hands traveling up and down his body, gripping hungrily at his thighs, exploring under his shirt, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Sanji realized then that he was overpowered. In the most delicious way possible.

~-.O.-~

Through each touch Zoro realized that he really, really liked this blond's body, those legs held him tightly like a vise and he settled his hands on those hips.

Zoro needed to move this to his bedroom, his cock felt hard as a rock and ready to burst. He usually never took this long with foreplay, let alone take his time to kiss someone properly, everything was usually just tongue and teeth and ripping each other's clothes. But he had never been with someone this handsome, and definitely never someone with a killer pair of legs like these.

But before he could remember in which direction his bedroom was, the supple hips between his hands shifted, bringing the blonde's arousal against his. Those soft lips left him to release the moan that was caused by the friction. The sound thrilled him and he needed to hear more.

He gave two steps before those hips shifted again, a sharper movement this time, with a different intent. Suddenly he realized the back of his knees hit something that sent him backwards, and then, to his surprise, he was sitting on his couch and had a lap full of this blonde glory that barely interrupted the kiss and kept ravishing his mouth as he grounded his hips against his hard-on again.

This time he was the one that moaned.

The movements provoked by those hips were powerful and with a strong purpose, the rough denim over his cock felt good and his hands decided to grip at the blond's ass. A groan escaped his mouth while his hands squeezed at the round and firm globes, realizing how they filled his hands perfectly.

But then, the blond stopped and stared at him with wide eyes. Suddenly, Zoro felt like he had been caught red handed, doing something he was not allowed to do.

"What's wrong?" He blurts out.

Those cheeks, already flushed, went scarlet "No- nothing" the blond stammered. He shook his head briefly and those soft lips returned to his, hesitant, only for a moment before recovering their tempo.

Zoro was suddenly bemused, for one side he didn't know if perhaps he trespassed a line or a limit the guy was not comfortable with him crossing, after all, the guy's profile hadn't had much information about that. And on the other side, a much larger side, the reaction had fueled Zoro's arousal. The guy looked like nobody had ever grabbed his ass that way, and the brief illusion of being the first set Zoro on fire. But he knew it was not possible, who the fuck wouldn't want to grab that ass?

Zoro relented, however, since he will not force anything on anyone. His hands started retreating, he told himself he would get underneath that shirt to mourn the loss of that ass. But then, pale hands stopped him, and repositioned his hands over each ass cheek and over tanned hands, the blond gripped at his own ass, demonstrating to Zoro he could squeeze harder. Zoro almost, almost came at such gesture, fuck, this guy was too hot.

However, something was confusing Zoro. The guy seemed pretty forward, eager as hell, but why did they still have all their clothes on? In all his other encounters Zoro already had his partner lubed and ready to go or he was in his fours and asking for more.

Perhaps this guy liked to fuck with all his clothes on? Was that even a thing? Well, there was only one way to find out.

Zoro's hands moved up, releasing that amazing ass, his hands already missing the feel of it. They moved under that tank top, which honestly, was annoying the green-haired man. Zoro let out a breath, reveling in the feel of that pale skin. The guy's skin was soft, but underneath strong and supple muscle flexed and tightened. For him, the contrast was the most amazing thing he had ever touched. He had never felt something like this before.

His hands went up, touching as much as was offered, and when he reached those nipples the gasp he earned sounded delicious. Zoro latched his mouth to that pale neck that arched beautifully when he ran his tongue through the skin and then, in a quick movement, the white garment was gone.

Uh-oh

Blue eyes banked with arousal stared down at him through a disarray of golden strands, the blush scattered through those cheeks and nose was getting deeper by the second. In his life, Zoro had never seen a pair of nipples that had tantalized his tongue so much and the shallow breaths passing through those abused lips were the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

"What?"

Zoro had never been with anybody that fueled him like this, he had never been rendered speechless before, his arousal paralyzed him and made it difficult for his brain to put two words together. But he was not going to expose just how sexy or beautiful the blond seemed to him yet, or how those words didn't seem to do justice for what he was seeing, or how he had never before debated which adjective to use to describe something in his life.

"Nothing" Zoro said dismissively, inching closer to those lips "Is just that, you are really not pretty at all" he grinned and before he knew it those lips were on him again. Soft but demanding, doing a perfect job in shutting him up.

At his 27 years, Zoro was finally in trouble.

He reached for the button on those pants, deciding that since he had not heard any complaints, the guy was fine doing things without his clothes on and didn't have some weird kink.

But a pale hand stopped him, applying just enough pressure to let him know he could not go any further and when he looked up the blonde smirked at him "You're not going to fuck me" he was acting playful, but the words were firm.

This guy was the devil if this was how he got off. Only Satan would get joy from torturing someone this much.

"Don't get the wrong idea, is just that-" Those blue eyes shifted, like if they were searching for the right words, and then a shit eating grin split the guy's face and Zoro felt the urge to punch him and fuck him right there "I don't fuck with just any guy"

Automatically he started to defend himself, this little bitch had classified him and categorized him already? "I'm not just any guy" he said matter-of-factly.

Sanji shrugged, his tone full with disdain, playful fingers running through the tanned chest "You'll have to probe it"

Stingy.

Zoro grinned, wolfishly, this sounded like a challenge, like if he was not good enough for this prince with curly eyebrows. Zoro Roronoa was not the type of man who would back off after a taunt like that, he recognized a dare when he saw one and he and his cock will not settle down until he screwed this blond.

He saw the goose bumps that broke the pale skin before him, saw the way those teeth sank in that delicious lower lip, he felt the desire in those blue eyes and it was making him painfully hard. The blond leaned closer, a deep chuckle tickled Zoro's lips, he was just a breath away from him "Just enjoy what I'm willing to give you, idiot"

And then it was Sanji's hand moving for the button of his jeans, pulling down at the tab of his zipper in such a slow manner that made him want to rip the damn thing off.

But then, the blond stood up, leaving him with empty hands. And before he could protest, those hands started pulling down slowly, oh so slowly, his very tight skinny jeans that made the blond do a visible effort so he could pull them down pass those hips.

Zoro thought for a brief moment that perhaps everything this man did was sexy. Sexy in the level where you forgot how to breathe. He helped the man stepping out of his jeans while removing his sneakers as well.

And then those impossibly long legs were straddling him, Zoro ran hungry hands through well-muscled thighs, marveled again at the feeling of that soft skin and hard muscle underneath. His eyes ravished that body in ways he resolved will do later and his mouth watered at the sight of the tent visible through Sanji's white briefs.

He palmed the blond's erection and he was rewarded with a sweet moan those sweet lips released by his ear, he felt a strong grip at his shoulder and then those hips thrust up his palm, asking for more friction. He couldn't handle it anymore, his arousal and curiosity made him move the elastic band from those boxer briefs releasing the blond's length.

Oh wow, he was...

Actually pretty.

A fucking perfect penis.

Impatient hands were pulling at his green t-shirt and he got the request right away and removed the piece of cloth for the blond, pale hands started moving across his chest, down towards his abs and up again. Those blue eyes were roaming across his tanned skin appreciatively, a small twitch from his eyebrow indicated curiosity as his fingers trailed the large scar that ran from hip to shoulder and the action caused a hitch in the green-haired man's breathing.

Those eyes looked up to meet his gaze, and he saw how Sanji bit down that abused lower lip one more time before lowering his head and connected those soft lips with his marred skin.

This blond was his doom.

He grunted when he felt that tongue lapping near his nipple and he gripped hard on the delicious man's ass when the blond added teeth to tease the surprisingly sensitive skin.

Zoro arched his back while he buried his hands in golden locks, he was definitely being more vocal than usual which made him impatient so he pulled the blond up and kissed him deeply. Their tongues fighting for dominance as he pushed him down to lay him on the couch and with little effort he removed the last piece of clothing the man was still wearing, leaving that pale skin completely naked against the black fabric of his sofa.

This was an image Zoro will commit to his memory for the rest of his life.

"Your pants" he heard the blond say, his breathing was heavy and those eyes were full of lust "I want them gone" that husky voice added.

Zoro really didn't want to act like if his request was his command, but it fucking was. He did a quick job with his belt and he pulled his pants and boxers in one go, tossing them aside swiftly.

When he looked back at the blonde he saw those blue eyes looking unabashedly at his cock, those eyes glinting with something alike curiosity. Perhaps his size impressed him? Not that he was not impressed by the blond's length as well, but there was something in that gaze that inflated his ego and made him want to beat at his chest.

But he was not going to make a fool of himself.

Instead, he said through a grin "Like what you see?" positioning a knee on the couch, near the blond's leg while looking down at him.

Sanji's own smirk was so arrogant, that Zoro had to make a conscious effort to not launch himself towards the blond. Those blue eyes looked up slowly to meet his gaze and like if he had all the time of the world, he curled one of his arms underneath his head and used it as a pillow. With his free hand he took his own length and started to masturbate leisurely in front of the swordsman while his eyes racked up and down the green-haired man's body.

"Maybe." And he bit that lower lip again, and Zoro finally lost it.

Who was this guy anyways? Zoro was being pulled over the edge and he was falling rapidly into an abyss without any second thoughts.

Zoro lunged towards those defiant lips and the kiss he got matched his hunger. He positioned himself over the blond and without giving him much chance to do anything, he removed the pale hand and took both lengths in his left hand and started to stroke them roughly and slowly, just the way he wanted to take the blond.

Those rosy lips parted, releasing sweet sounds that were making him dizzy, he was kissing down that pale neck while he heard a symphony of curses whispered in his ear. His pace increased and he added teeth to his kisses and felt blunt nails running down his lower back.

Zoro let out a particular loud moan when those hands took hold of his ass and squeezed harshly, those beautiful legs opened for him and brought him even closer. Pre-cum coated his hand, not sure if he was his or from the blond. He was close, but he resolved to finish the blond first. He hoisted himself up a little bit, looking down the beautiful disarray of blond hair and the many faces of pleasure the man did while he thrashed against the soft fabric.

And just when he thought he couldn't handle it anymore, those legs squeezed his hips and the blond came, arching violently against the couch and with a moan that Zoro swallowed eagerly. He bit down that delicious lower lip and grinned down at the blond when blue eyes stared at him sated.

But the look didn't last long, in an instant those curly eyebrows were tight with the frown the blond was giving him and those eyes burned in annoyance. He was about to make a remark about the blond's short endurance when he felt a hand taking hold of his cock a little harsher than necessary and started pumping him with enough pressure to make him feel pleasure and just the right amount of pain.

He didn't want to come right away, but then the blond's other hand cupped his balls and it was enough to bring him over the edge. He came hard releasing a growl against pale skin, pulsing copiously in the blond's hand. When he opened his eyes, those blue eyes were staring at him, a smirk plastered in that idiot face, he was about to say something when he saw the blond retrieving his hand to lick Zoro's cum from his fingers.

Oh fuck.

Zoro dove to meet those lips, needing to taste himself in that insolent tongue that meet him swiftly, moving slowly against him, taking their time even though their lungs needed desperately some amount of air.

They ended the kiss abruptly, gasping for air and breathing hard into each other's mouths. Sanji was grinning up at him and he knew he was mirroring the action, there was no competition anymore, only the satisfaction of their culmination. He nuzzled against that pale neck and sighed when he felt fingers playing with his hair, bringing down his heart rate.

He was satisfied, content, felt like singing in the rain like Sinatra.

"Do you still think I'm like any other guy?" He whispered against pale skin, just a hint of reproach in his tone.

The blond snickered and ran his fingers down the expanse of tanned skin of the man's back. If only Zoro knew just how hard it had been for him not to just give in, how he had to do a conscious effort of keeping his legs closed. But he had to wait, he was not ready yet. Zoro seemed like a nice guy, had respected his decision even if it acted against what he obviously wanted and hadn't even discussed the matter. He didn't even try to convince him, or worse, tried to force him.

And he was a complete stranger to boot.

Hell, Zoro was actually a fucking great guy.

He ran his hands through that surprisingly soft hair that was still a mystery for Sanji. He placed a kiss atop that head and murmured through a smile "We'll see Marimo, we'll see."

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~-.O.-~

"Hey, Sanji! Wait up!"

The blond turned around, the wind ruffling his hair, while he inhaled deeply at the sweet air around him and closed his eyes for a brief moment, relishing the sound of the leaves. Spring was at its best and the weather was the nicest he had felt in a long time.

His long-nosed friend was running towards him, he was late like almost always and he was struggling with the shoulder straps of his huge backpack and his curly hair that was all over the place. Sanji smiled at the disastrous sight Usopp was every morning.

Once Usopp is finally able to catch up with him, he thrusts a package that is tied up and enveloped with brown paper, while trying to catch his breath.

Afer a couple of breaths, Usopp continues walking, leaving a perplexed Sanji behind. The blond shook his head lightly and caught up with his friend after a couple of seconds "What's this?" he says raising an eyebrow. He's holding the package using one of the strings like if the thing is going to explode.

"It's a gift for you, dummy" Usopp frowns at him like if it's the most obvious thing in the world and readjusts his backpack.

Sanji stares at Usopp deadpan. "I can see that... but why are you giving it to me?"

Usopp sighed like if Sanji was a complete idiot and the twitch in Sanji's eyebrow indicated he was not enjoying that condescending look "What do you mean why?" He said scratching his nose "For your birthday of course, I told you my gift was a work in progress!"

Sanji stopped abruptly, his eyes widening in surprise looking down at the package between his hands. After a few seconds he recovers himself and chuckles, a little bit embarrassed for not getting it right away. He reached down and rustled raven curls in the way he knew Usopp hated. "Thanks dude, I can't wait to open it" but just to be sure he added "Is not going to explode or something, right?" he was smiling, but his tone was still threatening.

"Nah, that was only for Luffy" Usopp waived a hand at him, entering the building.

"Oh, ok" he laughed "I will kick your ass if it did anyways" Sanji kept walking along the hallway and waived at a pretty girl with long brown hair.

"Yeah, I know" He touched the blond's shoulder, the signal that indicated they were too late for the idiot to go around waiving at all the girls in the hall.

"So..." Usopp starts his question like if it's an after thought, a small smile playing along his lips. "... how does it feel to finally turn seventeen?" he asked while Sanji reached for the door. The blond turned around and grinned maliciously at his long-nosed friend, never missing the way Usopp raised his eyebrow with curiosity.

"It feels fucking great, man" he admitted.

"I'm gonna need more details than that" He saw Usopp scratching his chin, in that almost cute way he always did. Sanji ignored completely their teacher's pointed look for being the last ones in getting inside the classroom and still acted like if they had all the time in the world.

"Sorry, can't share that" Sanji stuck his tongue out and sat down on his desk, behind Nami.

And with that, their first class of the day started, while Sanji tried to keep his thoughts at bay from green-haired gym guys and tried to pay attention at Franky's math lesson. Doing his best not to grin like a maniac when Nami's discrete ball of paper asked him:

How did it go?

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~-.O.-~

Well, I hope you enjoyed that! Now, just a few facts:

· Through all U.S, states set their own age of consent limits, and the ranges go from 16 to 18. Now, as we just learned, Sanji is actually 17 years old, which is not bad, but it could be frowned upon (and of course, I have not revealed where they are located, but that will be soon).

· Most of the states have a 16 year old age of consent.

· Even though, the age of consent of some states might be under 18, it could still be illegal to have sex with someone if they are between 16 and 17 years old. For example, a teacher or a foster parent (Zoro is neither, by the way, but I just wanted to let that clear)

· Sanji and Zoro's gap is, duh, 10 years. Now, it might be too much to some of you. But for me is a huge difference, but hey, I guess relationships are complicated either way.

Now, I would appreciate if some constructive criticism could be shared, let me know what you think :P