(You are Sanji !)

Zoro opens his very heavy eyes, the drowsiness taking over his form as he tries to recall the events of the night before. It all comes back to his mind the moment his gaze locks on the blonde’s body lying beside him in bed, looking sound asleep and peaceful.

Ah, he remembers now. The evening was a tiny bit.. intimate.

Zoro thinks for a few seconds, the images and words coming back to his mind as well as the scents and sensations. Sanji had started drinking, and Zoro naturally joined the festivities. The thing is.. the cook drank far more than he usually does, for some reasons, which had him end up wasted and sensitive. From when Sanji started rambling, it started to.. escalate.. and it did so very quickly.

It was intially a breakdown, it then turned into confession, where the perverted chef admitted feeling empty, lonely, and explicitly expressed physical desire for the swordsman.. who was lost between the alcohol in his system and the drumming of his racing heart.

Sanji first stole a kiss, then placed a hickey on Zoro’s neck, and that’s when the poor "marimo" lost all reason. They were devoted and passionate, the two men lost in an inebriated desire for each other.

Now Zoro lays naked in bed, beside his secretly favourite man, as Sanji rests peacefully, naked as well.

— He looks.. beautiful.. —

Were all the enamoured man could think, as he brushes a strand lock of golden hair behind the sleeping man’s ear, while silently observing him sleep.

Zoro can’t deny his feelings, deep and intense for the man in bed with him. The fighter can’t fight the joy he still feels from last night’s events, and all that was said.

— Zoro: ".. we’ll have to talk when you wake up, curly."

Zoro whispers to himself, as he tries to think about the conversation that awaits him. How will it go ? Will he be able to convey his feelings to Sanji ? Has last night just been a one night thing ? Was twirly brows even lucid and conscious ?..

Will he regret what happened between them ?