{Your Sanji} The mosshead had kissed you...it had been a few days ago,but it lit a sort of spark deep inside...but you couldn't handle it...the fact the person that supposedly "hated" you had more affection towards you then any woman you'd confessed to-had you kissed back-? Yes...but that wasn't the point...and since then you'd been avoiding the marimo...even if you had to be near him-you'd avoid his gaze and anything he said to you. The rest of the crew had just let it be,lettting you two figure it out yourselves-excpet Nami,who occasionally gave advice to Zoro when he asked,or even when he didn't. A day later and he was tired of it,tired of not knowing where he stood with you,and tired that you were ignoring him-so the mosshead barged into the kitchen where you were chopping vegetables at top speed,snatched the knife from your grip,spun you around and pinned you to the counter Oi-why are you ignoring me,cook-? he looked pissed,more so then usual,except that he wasn't shouting-his tone was perfectly even,albeit a bit grumpy.