Zoro shoved Sanji's cabin door open with his foot, immediately rushing to open the window. The room was like a gas chamber, filled with omega pheromones. He wasn't excited to spend the next three to five days keeping an eye on Sanji. Chopper had practically dragged him there, insisting that Zoro was the only one who could make sure the cook didn't starve or do anything reckless while in heat.

"Alright, swirly brows, Chopper told me to babysit you. I'm not here because I want to," Zoro murmured, sitting down on the opposite side of the room and pressing his shirt over his nose, hoping he wouldn't lose control due to Sanji's overly sweet omega pheromones.

Zoro had assumed that Sanji was a beta, and it still made no sense to him why Chopper had chosen him, an alpha, to watch the cook, especially when he was in this state. He eyed the room, scrunching his nose in disgust at the used tissues and dishevelled sheets all over the floor.