Sanji wasn’t entirely sure how he had become the crew’s housemaid, nor did he believe it was a role that should automatically be assigned to the chef. Especially since his captain and the Marimo contributed nothing but more mess to the ship. Nami would be navigating, Robin researching their next destination – not that he’d ever bestow the burden of housecleaning to the two beauties; Franky was constantly repairing or making improvements to the ship, with the help of an eager Usopp; Chopper busied himself with medicinal studies; and Brook offered his musical services, constantly providing the crew with entertainment. This much hadn’t changed after their two year separation.
But Luffy and Zoro.. it was lucky for them that they were strong, because they certainly didn’t lift their weight as far as the ship was concerned. Sighing, Sanji entered the male cabin in search of dirty laundry. He spotted an offensive pile lying in the corner of the cabin, it was an accumulation of all the smelly males’ clothes; save for Chopper, Brook, and Sanji himself, and already it was huge – despite the crew only having been reunited for mere days.
One by one he picked at the articles of clothing fussily between his forefinger and thumb, dumping them unceremoniously into the washing basket. He gagged, though, when he arrived at two especially offending items that he immediately recognised. One of the Marimo’s green hamarakis and the captain’s denim shorts, only a dried white substance stained them both. “Those fucking bastards!” he growled. The crew had barely been re-united a week and already the two were going at it like they were new lovers. Typical. Some things never changed.
Usopp was alerted to the cook’s yelling and promptly entered the room to see what was wrong. He noticed the strands of the male’s blond hair were on edge. “Eh, Sanji? What’s wrong?” Sanji turned to look at the sniper, holding up the source of his misery to show the younger male. Usopp laughed, earning him a disapproving look from the blond. Amused, Usopp grabbed the cook’s hands, ushering them to drop the dirty clothes in the basket, once obliged his arms wrapped around Sanji’s waist, tugging him in close. Casually, he nuzzled the crook of the blond’s neck, mumbling into the other male’s skin, “Perhaps we should make a mess of our own.”
Sanji’s eyes widened in surprise. Usopp initiating physical contact? Okay, maybe some things had changed.