Sanji was sitting on the the floor, his back pressed against his bed, a book in hand as he flipped through it, with his rival/best friend zoro, napping on him, the mosshead was sprawled over sanji, his head pressed against the blondes shirt while his hands were on his own stomach. zoro came over to sanjis dorm after their lectures at campus.

Sanji didn't mind the intimacy, zoro had a habit of being weirdly comfortable around his friends. And somehow sanji ended up being his usual napping spot.