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Zosan Au Where 11 Year Old Zoro Falls Asleep In A Dinghy For A Quick Afternoon Nap And Sets Adrift Unknowingly.

Zosan au where 11 year old Zoro falls asleep in a dinghy for a quick afternoon nap and sets adrift unknowingly. He wakes up in the middle of the ocean, panics as one does, but starts to paddle. He eventually makes it to the Baratie with his little boat just barely hanging on for dear life. One of the cooks is there when a, as usual, napping Zoro bumps into the restaurant and immediately he’s fishing this kid out of there. He’s sunburnt and a little too thin, he smells. He calls for help and out rushes the staff and Zeff with Sanji at his side.

Next thing Zoro knows he’s fed and given some clean clothes, he’s been set up in a room to sleep in. Some gross smelling lotion is rubbed on his skin. It’s not until he’s well rested and far healthier looking than before is he asked where he came from and what the hell happened and why he was drifting out in the ocean like that. Like reading a script, he tells Zeff exactly where he’s from, his full name, age, even his height and weight, and lastly a number he says is to his sensei’s personal den den mushi. Zeff leaves him to call the number and that’s when Sanji sneaks in.

Sanji has never really been around kids his own age. Hell he’s rarely been around other kids until they were customers. The only other kids he’s been around—let’s not think about that. Zoro’s first instinct is to call out to this kid peeking into the room, immediately calling him curly because it’s the most defining trait he sees. Sanji bristles and calls him mosshead in return. They immediately start to bicker, not about anything in particular because they just met.

Zeff comes back and separates the two, tells Zoro Koushirou wants to speak to him and guides him to his room where his sensei on hold. Sanji is left out of this, being told to go clean the windows and help close up the restaurant. Zoro comes down ten minutes later with Zeff just as the last patrons of the night leave. Zeff instructs the whole staff to come here and announces that they have a temporary new member on board, a new busboy. Zoro huffs and looks away, a hint of a blush creeping up to his ears and cheeks at all the attention. Sanji grinds his teeth because for whatever reason this kid pisses him off.

“It’s just a couple of months,” Zeff grumbles. Sanji is pouting, sitting at the edge of the old man’s bed as he readies himself for bed. “You can deal with having a roommate and sharing your clothes for that long.”

No he couldn’t. Not with him.

In the end, when Zoro is picked up by some guy and a older girl from the dojo Zoro says he lives and trains at to be the worlds greatest swordsman. They fought a lot the past couple of months. Sanji started many of those arguments, Zoro started his own handful of arguments. Many of which may have been rooted in jealousy on Sanji’s end of things. However, seeing Zoro leave, an empty pit formed in Sanji’s stomach. He had gotten used to sharing a room with someone. Got used to the mosshead rooting through his small closet for something to wear when Zeff decided to bring them along on a supply run. He even got used to their bickering and wrestling, finding it fun on those boring slow work days. How they both stood at the sink on a couple step stools to wash and dry dishes together. They say bye in the stiffest most awkward way only two stubborn eleven year olds could manage—then whisper to keep in touch.

Eight years later— “YOU!?” They shout in unison, the two having not seen or talked to each other in the past seven years, business having picked up a lot for Sanji to call and Zoro…… something happened is all Sanji could tell in their last call, if the weight in Zoro’s voice said anything about it.