"Interesting."

Zoro said suddenly breaking the comfortable silence in the room. Sanji didn't feel like responding at the moment, so he just pretended to be asleep and didn't move a muscle.

When Zoro made no attempt of continuing his speech, Sanji finally opened his eyes looking at the swordsman, who was currently studying Sanji's face with an amused look on his usually stoic features. Sanji's lips curved into a smile and he sighed.

"What is?"

A moment passed in silence. When Zoro still made no signs of answering, the cook assumed that the swordsman was either denser than usual, or just completely deaf. Sanji was about to repeat his question when Zoro sat up smiling.

"I'm talking about your face, aho."

Zoro's answer made Sanji frown.

"My face? What do you mean? It's not like you've never seen it before."

Zoro's smile grew even wider.

"But I haven't. Not all of it."

"Not all..?"

The cook gaped for a moment before Zoro's words hit him.

"OH FUCK! YOU SAW MY FACE?!"

Sanji shouted in panic, slapping his hand on the left side of his face, usually hidden by a curtain of gold-colored bangs. Zoro looked at Sanji with a questioning look on his face as the cook rolled over burying his face in a pillow. The stunned swordsman was brought back to the reality by a barely audible mutter from Sanji's general direction. Staring at the moping blond Zoro scratched the back of his head and sighed.

"Oi Sanji."

No visible reaction.

"Sanji!"

Zoro called again raising his voice a bit, getting an angry grunt as a response.

"Fuck you..."

Zoro let out a sigh of relief. At least the cook was still talking to him.

"Look, Sanji. It's no big deal."

Zoro assured, moving a bit closer to the seriously pissed blond cook, currently lying still.

"Yeah right."

Sanji scoffed without moving an inch. Zoro shrugged poking Sanji's bare back.

"I did something I shouldn't have right?"

Sanji twitched, mumbling an answer.

"You did nuthin'.."

Zoro just kept on poking.

"Doesn't seem like 'nuthin' to me you know."

Sanji frowned in frustration. He was extremely close to getting up and kicking Zoro's ass.

"Listen, Zoro, if you keep on poking me I'm not going to be responsible for the conseq--"

The cook was caught off guard when he felt Zoro's warm hands on his back.

"Oi! what are you--"

"Shut up for a moment dear patron."

Sanji was still baffled by Zoro's sudden sign of affection, but he decided just to enjoy the feeling of the swordsman's hands on his skin.

"You know Zoro, I--"

Suddenly Luffy stormed into the room, without knocking of course, shouting like a lunatic.

"YOSH EVERYONE!! IT'S A PILLOW FIGHT!! EVERYONE MUST TAKE PART!! CAPTAIN'S ORDERS!"

Sanji was just about to tell Luffy what he thought about him and his so called "captain's orders" when he had a pillow stuffed in his face. Angrily shoving the pillow away he spotted the obvious culprit, Zoro was grinning like an idiot right next to him. The cook's lips curved into a wicked grin when he grabbed the nearest pillow and crammed it into Zoro's stupid, happy face.