Author's Note: Welcome to my first One Piece fic! It's going to be a set of drabbles dedicated to huggies for Zoro. Because he's great and needs them. X3 There are going to be six in all, one for each of the crew. And yes, there are only six, because these are set before Franky and Brook and the Thousand Sunny. The drabbles are going to range from silly to slightly angsty, and they'll all be 1000 words or less.

So, without any further ado, the first up is: Sanji!

Enjoy, and please don't forget to leave a review!

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, and that goes for all further chapters, as well.

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Sanji

I can already tell it's not going to be a good day. Usually when I have these feelings, I try to keep them to myself. I try to be cool, you know. Suave. Totally in control of my emotions.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CIGARETTES!?"

Unless I am devoid of nicotine.

"I have them."

I round on my captain furiously, already holding my hands out for my cigs.

"Give them back," I demand.

"No."

"Damn it, Luffy, what the hell? Give them back!" I yell. Luffy refuses, staring me down without expression.

"No. Not until you get along better with Zoro."

"WHAT?!"

"Not until you get along –"

"I heard you, you idiot, I just don't understand! Why the hell do we have to get along?"

"Because I'm sick of your fighting. Proper nakama don't fight. You'll get your cigarettes back as soon as you two get along."

"How will you know when we get along?"

"You need to hug."

"WHAT?!"

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I can't believe I'm stalking Zoro.

I feel disgusting.

He's napping on the deck near the base of the mast. He sleeps so soundly that I know I could probably just sneak up on him now and hug him real quick, then run away before he realizes what happened, but Luffy insists it has to be a "real" hug.

Also, I don't trust how close his swords are to his hand. I've seen those blades move faster than my eye can follow. If I sneak up on him now I could easily lose one of my limbs or – worse – my head.

But I'm already starting to feel the lack of nicotine. It's been too long since my last cigarette. I'm getting irritable.

Damn it, I need to hug that shitty swordsman.

I heave a sigh and approach him, ready to kick him awake and get it over with.

"What do you want, chef?"

Good, he's already awake. That means the kicking won't be necessary, which means he'll be in a better mood.

"I have a… favor to ask of you."

This gets his attention. He opens one eye and squints up at me, looking less than trusting.

"Yeah?"

I hesitate, suddenly feeling utterly ridiculous. I can't believe Luffy is making me do this…

Zoro opens both eyes to look at me. "Spit it out."

"I need you to hug me."

There is silence for a minute, during which Zoro stares at me like he's never seen me before in his life and I try to avoid his gaze at all costs. Yep. This is completely ridiculous. Luffy will pay.

"You're joking."

"I wish," I say. "Look, Luffy took my cigarettes and won't give them back until the two of us get along. Apparently, to him, that means hugging. So… how about it?"

"Not a chance in hell." He closes his eyes again.

"Damn it, Zoro! Come on!" I yell.

"Nah. It would do you well to quit smoking, anyway."

He cannot be serious. I have already gone too long without nicotine, and the stupid swordsman is doing nothing to help the irritability. I am about to kick his ass when I hear Luffy clear his throat from where he is watching near the stairs. I groan and roll my eyes. I can't believe what I'm about to say. I must really be desperate...

"Please, Zoro," I mutter.

"… Did you just say 'please'?"

"Shut-up and hug me."

"You know, anyone listening in on this conversation could be getting the wrong idea."

"I actually don't care."

"You're serious about this."

"I just want my cigarettes."

"Fine."

"… Huh?"

"I said fine. Now hold still."

Zoro stands and faces me and I can tell he really doesn't want to do this. He looks the same as he does before a serious battle. I'm actually a little frightened.

He grabs my wrist and tugs me against his chest, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I hesitantly return the embrace, feeling pretty awkward.

"Think Luffy's seen us?" he asks.

I glance over toward the stairs and see our captain grinning. He sets a little white box down by the top of the stairs and skips off.

"Yep."

We split immediately, and Zoro lies right back down on the deck, returning to his nap like nothing happened. I head straight for my box of cigs, but hesitate before lighting the first one.

"Oy, Zoro."

He doesn't say anything, but I can tell he's listening.

"… Thanks."

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