#40!zosan

Day 7: ZoSan day!! Free theme and thats mean old men 💕🤌 older Zosan save me

Sanji looked into the vanity mirror, watching as tanned hands worked through his hair. Over and under, Zoro's hands weaved his hair into a long braid. Sanji could very well do it himself, it was faster and easier but there was something about watching Zoro's face as he concentrated on each action. As if the act of braiding Sanji's hair was special and important, not just another task of the day.

Serious and composed as Zoro was, when his hands were wrapped in Sanji's hair all the blond could think of to describe him as was soft. Zoro had a vulnerability to him in those moments. The gruff exterior of the greatest swordsman fell away to something that very few got to see and Sanji was one of those few. Zoro liked to grumble and snark, he liked booze and fighting, but above all else Zoro loved moments like that.

Doe eyed and love struck, as if they hadn't spent the last twenty years of their lives together. Zoro sighed low and content as he pulled more hair between his fingers and continued the braid.

Sanji resisted the urge to tilt his head into Zoro's hands, knowing it would ruin the swordsman's work but it was so tempting. Instead he reached back, hand finding Zoro's thigh and he squeezed, eliciting a soft chuckle from him.

"I'm almost done, Cook."

"That's a shame, I like having your hands on me."

Sanji watched as the lightest of pinks dusted the top of Zoro's ears and Sanji's stomach flipped pleasantly. Even after all these years it was easy to fluster each other, a touch as simple as a kiss or linked pinkies was enough to have butterflies erupting in their chests and Sanji wouldn't change it for the world.

"It looks good," Sanji praised as Zoro tied it off and laid it over Sanji's shoulder. It was neat and elegant in a simple sort of way. A small tuft of bangs had been left out as Sanji liked it and kept half of his face covered.

A tan hand cupped his cheek and Sanji finally let himself lean into the touch. Zoro's hand was rough, years of fighting and training had made sure of it, but to Sanji it was normal. It was comforting. They were the hands he had grown to love, the hands he had held and kissed, the hands he had been allowed to grace with the proof of his love and devotion.

The ring glinted in the reflection of the mirror from where it sat hanging around Zoro's neck and Sanji smiled small, turning his head to press a kiss to the palm of Zoro's hand. A broad chest pressed to his back and Sanji leaned into it, sighing as Zoro leaned over him and speckled grey and green hair came into view. Lips pressed to Sanji's forehead and a hand squeezed his shoulder.

"We should get going, if we wait any longer Luffy's going to break into the kitchen and harass your cooks."

Sanji chuckled, gaze finding Zoro's in the mirror. Zoro's mouth moved but Sanji heard nothing, focused on the way his mouth formed each word and syllable like it was the first time he'd ever been told it. His chest swelled and his face split into a wide grin, eye crinkling along the edges.