I'm sorry it took awhile ! I've been going everywhere and didn't have any time to write. But yeah, I published a really fluffy zosan one shot though, feel free to read it ! It's called Late Night Thoughts and yeah. I hope you like it ! By the way, there was supposed to be another chapter but I realized this ending is much better than what I had in mind. If this sucks, sorry not sorry but it is my first zosan fic. So yeah, enjoy reading !

It was Zoro's second to the last day at the new and foreign city, at least to him anyway. The city was located at a different country from where Zoro lives. He was there because one of his students from the dojo got into an international competition. He looked like a proud mom when he found out one of his students was qualified and accepted to join the competition. Unfortunately, the student of his didn't win first place; she won second though. Zoro was okay with it, he knew the teenage girl tried her very best.

He was all alone now; walking through the busy streets. He was looking for a certain place, but knowing Zoro; he'd get lost. He didn't want to bring anyone, he wanted to be alone. He was looking for Sanji's university. Coincidentally, where the competition was held was at the same city as Sanji's school. He was confident to say he'd find it, but he didn't, so he went to the nearest coffee shop. The line was short, surprisingly, and he ordered some coffee.

Zoro was looking for an empty chair, but instead he saw a blonde, skinny, and long legged man. "Huh, he looks exactly like Sanji." he murmured to himself. He was an idiot at first to not notice it was Sanji, but when the cook turned around; he knew it was him. It was the one who he has loved after three years of not seeing him.

Zoro was in shock, what was he going to say again? Why was he looking for him again? Why did he think of seeing him again? Oh yeah, because Zoro was still in love with Sanji. He had high hopes Sanji would feel the same. He had confidence he would be able to at least mouth a word in front of him; but he can't now that Sanji is in front of him, staring directly to his brown eyes.

"Iced coffee for Zoro!" says the lady who was working at the shop. Zoro breaks the eye contact with Sanji and takes the iced coffee. He goes back to Sanji's table with a made up mind, he was going to talk to him no matter what. He has come so far and he's tired of waiting for him, so he took this event as a chance to clear things up with his ex-lover. He sits down across the blonde without receiving any invitation from the chef.

"Hey," Zoro starts talking and sips his vanilla iced coffee. Sanji looked up to the green haired man.

"Hi?" The cook didn't know what to say. Was he supposed to say sorry? Was he supposed to ask what the marimo is doing here? Or was he supposed to ignore the man? He doesn't know.

"It's been awhile," Zoro stares at Sanji and his pile of homework. Was he here to meet someone and discuss their work? Hell, did he interrupt something? No, that's not possible; the love cook was alone when he came.

"Yeah," Sanji continues writing, avoiding eye contact with the other man.

Unfortunately for Zoro, the conversation became awkward. What was there to say other than 'I still love you' and 'I missed you'? Heh, the swordsman had a lot of unanswered questions for Sanji, maybe this was the time he gets an answer.

"You told me in the letter you still loved me, but why didn't you say it back?" Zoro straight up asked the man, which is stunned and speechless. Was he here just for that? Sanji thought. He wasn't prepared for this, he expected a normal conversation and then this, but the marimo skipped the normal conversation to this.

The blonde sighs, "Let's go somewhere private." He packs all his schoolwork to his backpack and stands up, tucking the chair in as always. Zoro follows him as he leaves the coffee shop and walks towards his apartment. Sanji walked fast and steady, wanting to reach his apartment in less than ten minutes. He wanted to pour his heart out to Zoro, tell him what he's been keeping to himself all these years.

He wanted Zoro to know he regret every fight they have ever had, especially the last one. He wanted to hug and tell the marimo he still feels the same way he felt three years ago. He was more than grateful he saw the man he loves today, it made his day ten times better than yesterday, the other days, and the other days he wasn't with him. But Sanji failed to say it himself, hell; he would even avoid thinking about it. He'd like to think no one was waiting for him back home and he'd like to think he moved on.

And there was his small apartment with only two rooms and one bathroom. This past year, he's been working part time at a five star hotel and has been earning a lot of money, but he decided to stay at a not so extravagant apartment. He wanted to save money so that when he comes back for Zoro, they won't have to financially suffer. He has a car, but it wasn't one of those fancy cars every one desires, Sanji was content with his.

Sanji unlocks the door and lets both Zoro and himself inside the small apartment.

Zoro on the other hand, examines the place. He would describe it as tidy, unlike his place. Small frames stand on a shelf with a few cook books and a small cactus. A flat screen TV hung on the wall; it wasn't an extravagant TV, as expected from Sanji. He was a simple man who can be contented with just average, it wasn't really a surprise to Zoro. But one conversation with Robin shook Zoro and his mind a lot.

"Sanji's normally okay with the simple things, why does he want the best now? Maybe its love that's making him wants the very best of everything. He wants something both you and him can brag about; maybe perhaps he doesn't feel complete yet?" Zoro let Robin read the letter, but only her and Nami. They were the only ones he can run for help, for some reason, everyone disappeared.

Zoro thought of what Robin said a lot, it made him think that there's more for Sanji to explore. Maybe that's what Sanji thinks is better than what he had to offer to their relationship. The green haired man thought of this again and again, he's even thinking of it now that he's in front of Sanji. And that's when he lost it; he lost all control of himself. He kissed the blonde cook deep and full of passion. He missed his taste; it felt like heaven once again. It felt like he's in paradise now that he's with Sanji. Sanji kissed back when he realized the man was kissing him.

They both forgot their previous tragedy, they forgot all their troubles, they bid goodbyes to their surroundings, and all they were focused on was just one another. They couldn't think of anything else, there wasn't anything else to think of.

Sanji broke the kiss and looked into Zoro's deep, brown eyes. It was sparkling, he remembers the sparks he'd always find in Zoro's eyes; it was the same as ever. And that's when he realized it; he was ready to admit to himself and Zoro that he was still in love. That all these past three years, it was still him. It was never someone new, it was never anyone else he loved, and he never moved on.

"I still love you, you know." Zoro says casually as he sits down, turns the TV on, and puts his feet up on top of the coffee table.

Sanji smiles, "I love you too, heh. I'm sorry if I didn't say it back then, but now, I said it back."

Sanji and Zoro felt home again.