Peach pudding

Actually, Zoro always comes in late when the whole team is out eating. He had never seen Sanji set the table or anything else. Although he doesn’t even need to see it. Everything was clear enough. All the most delicious and best dishes, including desserts, were given only to Robin and Nami, and everything else was for the male part of the team. But it seems that Zoro should have come earlier today. The swordsman looked at everyone present, checking their plates. Of course, it would be so rude of him to look into other people’s mouths, but there was a sharp reason for that. Almost none of his crewmates had dessert near the plate. At first, Zoro decided that this was a misunderstanding and pushed the plate aside. Actually, he didn’t eat sweets or anything with sugar too often, but it looked so good. He bent down to the dessert, sniffing. Peach pudding, how odd. Zoro raised his eyes and, seeing that Luffy and Usopp’s battle for a piece of meat had attracted the attention of others, continued to look at the dish in front of him. “It’s not mine,” Zoro decided, grinning. Finding Sanji with his eyes, he saw him near the girls. “Why would he give me sweets?” Although he was well aware that their cook never made extra portions and always treated carefully and thriftily with food. No less no more servings. “What an odd man,” Zoro involuntarily snorted and took the remaining meat. *** The next day after another exploration of an island, the whole team got together again to have a snack after such a difficult day. Zoro came late again and again in vain that it was late. Again, there was another pudding next to his plate, only it seems that with a different taste. The man raised an eyebrow, leaning over his plate again. Now tangerines. “Maybe I’m sitting in the wrong place?” Zoro looked around the table. Hell, no, everything was in its place. Then what went wrong? Zoro refused dessert again, although somewhere inside him there was a desire to try a piece. Well, he knew that if it belonged to the girls, then Sanji would definitely kick his ass for it if he ate even a little. The man went to his cabin for training, involuntarily catching Sanji’s eye. He looked displeased and even a little upset, isn’t he? The cook quickly returned his gaze to the interlocutors, telling them all sorts of nonsense. It is ok. *** “I don’t understand what you want.” That’s what Sanji said after two weeks. All these two weeks, Zoro received a variety of desserts near his plate, but he didn’t even touch any of them. “Huh?” Zoro placed the katana against the wall. “What are you talkin about? You’re distractin me”. “I mean, I don’t even know how else to get out of it to please you,” Sanji replied irritably, lighting up. “What can you please me with?” Zoro grinned and picked up his weapon again. “Do you like peaches or apples? Maybe tangerines? Pancakes, maybe?” Zoro was distracted, shifting his gaze to Sanji. “Why would you cook somethin for me? he walked up to him and looked at him. " If you don’t like sweets, say so.” " I like it, and now what? Why are you cookin for me? You only give desserts to girls.” “You stupid jerk,” Sanji snorted and put the tray on the floor. “Eat, 'till I change my mind”. Sanji spun around on his heels and left the cabin, proudly throwing up his head. Zoro scratched his head in disbelief and sat down on the floor opening the lid from the plate. On the platter was the same peach pudding as two weeks ago, but only, it would seem, even tastier and fresher than that. Seeing the note, Zoro began to read it, at the same time picking up carefully sliced pieces of pudding. “This one got more attention, Zoro.” The swordsman was ready to choke on the realization and on what he had just read. “Wow, he called me by name,” he thought, chewing his piece. Well, it was truly delicious. This time Zoro smiled, leaning against the wall to finish this divine dessert. Well, it would be necessary to hint to Sanji that he likes peaches more.