(Zosan WLW AU — Zoro x Sanji)

The smell of cinnamon and butter always hit Zoro before she even made it to the front gate. It curled through the air like a warm hand, tugging her home after a long day at the kindergarten — sticky-fingered kids, finger paint disasters, and more energy than one human should contain.

By the time she slid open the door, she could already hear the faint hum of a melody from the kitchen. Sanji always sang when she cooked — soft, lazy tunes that melted into the simmering of soup or the gentle clatter of spoons.

Zoro leaned against the doorframe for a moment, letting her eyes rest on the scene before her. Sanji stood by the counter, sunlight pouring over her golden hair, one hand absently stirring a pot while the other held a small notebook covered in smudges of flour.

Zoro smirked at the sight of her: she was completely adorable when she didn't even know it.

"Playing the big chef game again, baby?"

Zoro smirked at Sanji, raising an eyebrow at her girlfriend.