A/N: Part 5o! Woot! How long this will go on you ask? I dont know.... I might just write this forever? I don't know. Also, mature content. Hehe
Zosan
This happened everyday this week. The door was swung open as the same student staggered in. Blood dripping out of his nose, bruises blossomed on his exposed skin. His uniform torn, and dirtied with his and or another students blood. His arm came up and wiped his nose streaking blood over his olive skin. But his eyes made contact with the teacher. His steal eyes met the worried and slightly angered blue. The student chuckled running a hand through his fresh and wild green hair.
"Sorry I'm late." He chuckled.
But to his surprise, the teacher growled slamming chalk down onto the lip of the chalk board.
"Zoro! This is the fourth time this week you've come into my class all bloody and bruised." He spat.
The young man shrugged and leaned against the doorframe. His eyes never leaving the teachers. Zoro did this not because he was a rebel kid and loved to fight. Oh no. He craved this unhealthy attention from him. Sanji, his homeroom teacher. To him, Sanji was a gift from god himself. He was thin, blonde, and had one of the nicest asses Zoro has ever seen.
"I've had enough Zoro, you will come to my class after school and we will talk about this." He snapped.
Zoro gave a breathless chuckle smirking to him, "Anything you say."
Sanji turned away as Zoro had seated himself next to Nami. She was currently filing her nails, not giving any of her attention to her sexist teacher. Zoro kicked his feet up onto his desk and folded his arms behind his head.
"I told you." She said.
Zoro secretly handed her a twenty. She hummed putting the cash into her pocket.
"Pleasure doing business with you." She hummed.
After school, Zoro was cleaned up as he had an extra stride into his walk. Slightly faster then his normal pace, but he didn't want anyone to think he was eager about him going to see. Sanji. Once he got to the door he composed himself and headed inside. Sanji perked up from cleaning up the board.
"Right, have a seat. Mr. Roronoa." Sanji said.
He hummed striding over to Sanji's desk and sat before it. His eyes watched Sanji clean off the black board. But the his eyes drew down to his ass. He smirked realizing it was Thursday, where Sanji wears the tightest pants he owns. Zoro bit his lip shifting in the chair looking over his form. Once Sanji was done he went and sat down, removing his glasses and setting them on the table.
"Zoro, what the hell is going on with you?" Sanji asked.
"What do you mean?" Zoro asked.
"You know exactly what I mean, the fights, your grades, and showing up late to my class. Is everything okay at home? What can I do to help you graduate?"
A grin formed on Zoro's lips, "I know what you can do."
Sanji cocked a curled brow, "Oh?"
Zoro stood and leaned over the desk, inches away from Sanji's face.
"I want you." Zoro smirked.
Sanji's eyes widened, "You, what?!"
"I'll cut you a deal, if I am able to graduate I can fuck you."
Sanji pursed his lips, "No way!"
"Then I guess I'll keep flunking to be in your class."
He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, "Fine."
