A/N: okay that's it for now.
Zosan
One Sunny day in Sunny High. Students flooded in from there homes from summer vacation. Some people were glad to be there, some screamed and some cried. Others didn't like coming back from school. Especially Zoro Roronoa, Zoro was the quarterback for the Sunny Lions football team. He everyday was surrounded by girls fangirling over how strong and handsome he was. No one seemed to mind his unnatural green hair and always scowling. Zoro didn't like the attention, nor did he accept the dates and love girls pooled out for him.
"Sanji-kun's back!" A girl cried running past Zoro.
Ah yes, Sanji Black. Tolo Prince himself, ever since he won the crown last year his nickname was Mr. Prince. He liked the attention from the girls, and they liked his foreign French tongue along with the curled eyebrows. The sweet gifts they had given him. As much as he wanted to go out with them, he couldn't just settle for one. They were all so beautiful and all had different talents Sanji couldn't decide which he liked better. Zoro and Sanji were top of the popularity chain, but had no clue about the other. Sure they bumped into each other through the hallways, but that was about it. They both were completely different. Well, I guess they both had that in common. Sanji was late for class on the first day, by ten minutes now. He wasn't lost, he had to lose track of the girls. He loved them of course, but somedays they were wild. Sanji slipped into class panting, the teacher looked up.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"Sanji Black." He panted.
The teacher was about to point out Sanji's seat when the door slammed shut behind him. Sanji turned to Zoro keeping the door shut. His shirt barely on and ripped, he was panting along with Sanji. Zoro waited a moment before he let go of the door handle.
"I apologize for my tardiness." Zoro spoke.
The teacher pinched the bridge of his nose, oh he knew who Zoro was. The man with golden eyes and black slick hair turned back to the boys. Mr. Dracule, was Zoro's father.
"Just take your seats." He said.
Sanji and Zoro took there seats next up each other in the back. Zoro pulled out his leather men's jacket and pulled it on.
"So your the quarter back the schools talking about." Sanji hummed.
Zoro turned to the blonde, "Do I know you?"
Sanji rolled his eyes, "Idiot Marimo, you don't know a face when you see one."
"Sorry, can't place your ugly mug anywhere." Zoro chuckled.
Sanji growled cranking his head to the green haired man who was chuckling away.
"Vous marimo idiote je l'espère la prochaine le football est jeté à la tête et tu meurs." Sanji muttered. (You idiot marimo I hope the next football gets thrown at your head and you die.)
Zoro cocked a brow to the language that slipped from the frenchmans tongue.
"What did you just say?" Zoro asked.
Sanji grinned only to lace his fingers together and rest his chin on them. Turning away from Zoro who was clueless to the jibberish that Sanji's lips spoke.
"Oi! What the hell did you just say?" Zoro snapped.
Sanji just smirked watching his teacher go over where to go if a fire broke out.
"You stupid curly eyebrowed blonde! What the hell did you just say?" Zoro asked once again.
Sanji smiled, "I didn't say anything."
