(You are Sanji) Of all the people you had to get along with,it had to be Zoro. The stupid mosshead always found some way to get lost no matter who was with him,or where he was...even if you were there as well. Yes,he was your boyfriend,but that didn't make him any less of an idiot. And yes,you two didn't fight as much anymore...but the crew still watched from the sidelines whenever you kicked him in the face,or he stole sake from the kitchen. Damn marimo was so annoyingly good-looking...and you hated whenever he caught you watching him when he was working out...those sweaty muscles...but that's besides the point. You were chopping vegetables in the kitchen when you saw it. A spider,dangling from it's silky thread almost in your face-you screamed like a girl and bumped into a surprised Zoro,who, despite being a little shorter then you,stopped you from falling by catching you. Oi...love-cook. Why the hell are you screeching in here-!? He growled in his usual low,soft but rough time,peering at you from his unscarred eye,the dark green iris meeting yours in a slightly concerned manner.