[ no, he doesn't blame that. even without the influence of the blood ritual, being with her feels like an inevitability. he's been in love with her since the moment he first saw her sitting in the baratie, after all.
whatever... thing has been building between zoro and him, borne first of his grief over nami, it now exists as something so staunchly real that sanji can no longer pretend it away. he can't just erase the weeks of zoro's gentle hands on his bloody face, his solid presence in their shared bed at night, the brief, accidental brushes of sleep-warmed skin. he can't forget that zoro had been the one to brush his tears away with the grace to never mention his weakness, day after day. and then zoro had gotten nami back, for him, and sanji just —
he really hasn't said much of anything to zoro since. except for berating him about the mistletoe and then getting on his knees for him to put his dick in his mouth. ]
there was a me and him. i just don't really
i need to get started on your tarts. i'm going to fetch the oranges myself.
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whatever... thing has been building between zoro and him, borne first of his grief over nami, it now exists as something so staunchly real that sanji can no longer pretend it away. he can't just erase the weeks of zoro's gentle hands on his bloody face, his solid presence in their shared bed at night, the brief, accidental brushes of sleep-warmed skin. he can't forget that zoro had been the one to brush his tears away with the grace to never mention his weakness, day after day. and then zoro had gotten nami back, for him, and sanji just —
he really hasn't said much of anything to zoro since. except for berating him about the mistletoe and then getting on his knees for him to put his dick in his mouth. ]
there was a me and him.
i just don't really
i need to get started on your tarts.
i'm going to fetch the oranges myself.