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Sanji has finished making two sets of omelets, sausages and mashed potatoes before he notices that Zoro is nowhere in sight.
He peers into the bedroom, absentmindedly noting that it’s already seven-thirty, only to find Zoro still on the bed, practically dead to the world.
Huh.
So, Zoro is not a morning person.
Sanji can work with that.
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Naruto unclipped his phone and switched the music off, pulling his earphones out, top dangling from his hand as he entered the living room/ kitchen combo. A strangled noise a little to his right made him look up, meeting a familiar wide-eyed onyx stare.
"Oh! Uhm, hi?" Naruto laughed nervously, aware he should not be walking around half-naked in a shared home, and reached up to rub the back of his hair, fingers knotting in damp curls. "I wasn't expecting you home yet, you-!"
Naruto cut himself off as his eyes registered more than dark eyes, mind slamming the brakes and screeching to a halt was the tight black dress he was wearing, slitted nearly to his hip that showed a strip of black lace and left his shoulders bare, together with the smokey, dark, eye makeup and the dark red lipstick. The man had legs for miles and Naruto could not look away, eyes darting between his painted mouth and bare skin.
He barely recognized the raspy thick noise as his own voice when he swore softly,
"Fuck."
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- Part 1 of I run to you
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Sasuke coughed into his hand and simply looked down at his ass. Naruto followed his gaze and found another uchiwa sown on his left buttcheek. “Oh, this is ridiculous,” he said. “Wait, is this why people have been looking at my ass so much lately?!”
He turned to look at his boyfriend again. “Is this why you have been staring at it more than normal?!”
Sasuke simply avoided his gaze again. “Not like a need an excuse to look at your ass.”
Or, how possessive boyfriend Uchiha Sasuke found a way to mark Naruto and make it sociably acceptable.
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Sasuke doesn’t feel at home in Konoha. Naruto decides to build him a house.
Aka, there's nothing inherently gay about building your homie place to stay, right? Right.
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"Hey."
Naruto’s voice broke through the stillness, warm and bright. Sasuke turned his head slowly.
He was standing just beyond the treeline, arms crossed, hair a mess, grinning like the idiot he was. The sunlight caught in his hair, made it gleam.
Like the sun, Sasuke thought bitterly. Always.
His heart stuttered. Stupid thing.
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Zoro doesn't understand why, but there was something comforting about brushing the cook's hair, it made him feel the same safety and comfort as when he cleaned his swords, but at the same time, it felt completely different. More intimate.
That Sanji would entrust something so intimate to Zoro's hands was hard for him to believe. His hands were full of calluses, and scars, where every furrow that broke his skin screamed violence, rudeness, and blood. Hands that were death sentence and hands that were not created to touch with such softness and gentleness.