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The day had started completely normal. Zoro had skipped breakfast since he still had been sleeping when everyone was already enjoying the meal the cook had prepared.
Or at least he had pretended to still be asleep so he wouldn’t have had to get up just yet. Of course, he had been kicked awake about an hour later by the idiot himself, who was glaring at him with a plate full of onigiri in his hand. He had blabbered something about breakfast being the most important meal of the day or something like that, which had caused Zoro to yawn, and before he had been fully awake, their interaction had ended in one of their usual fights.
The rest of the morning had been the usual aswell: Nami talking about making money, Robin reading one of her books, Chopper mixing some herbs in his room, Franky and Usopp building… somethin, Brook making jokes about being dead, and Luffy fooling around like he always did.
Everything had been in perfect order just a few hours ago, but now everything was just weird.
Around noon, they had encountered an enemy ship and successfully defeated it’s crew.
No one had seemed to be harmed in any way, but when Zoro entered the kitchen in the evening there was a blonde woman with twirly eyebrows standing in front of the sink instead of the cook.
Zoro stood in the doorway, staring at the strange woman, who seemed awfully familiar. The woman, obviously uncomfortable with the swordsman staring at her openly, looked down with a faint blush on her cheeks. At some point Zoro finally cleared his throat before kindly asking what the hell she was doing on their ship.
‘What are you talking about, Zoro? I live here. I’m part of the crew, I’m the ship’s cook…’
‘No, you’re not. The cook is our ship’s cook… You’re… you kinda do look like him though… wait don’t tell me you were hit by some crazy devil fruit user’s ability?’ Zoro slowly started to realize who was standing in front of him.
‘Why? Do I look weird? is that why you didn’t recognize me? Do I look different? Do I look old or something? Don’t tell me I have a crazy hair colour!? ‘ the woman…Sanji had a terrified expression on her…his face.
‘Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed? You’re a woman…’
‘What do you mean?’ the cook seemed still very confused.
Zoro pointed to the idiot’s chest and said, ‘See for yourself, Curly.’
Sanji looked down but he didn’t seem to notice any change about himself. He kept looking until Zoro lost his patience and blurred out ‘You have breasts, idiot. They weren’t there this morning, how did you not notice that? When did you turn into a freaking woman?’
‘Oh,’ was the only response he got before they fell into a weird silence, both staring at Sanji’s now very female-looking-chest.
Zoro was pulled out of his trance by a smack across his face. ‘Stop staring at me, you perverted, idiotic moss head!’ Sanji’s cheeks were painted red, probably with anger.
‘Huh, what is your problem?’ the swordsman yelled back, but he wasn’t really angry. Instead he felt a huge wave of relief wash over him. At least the cook seemed to be himself, and his attitude towards Zoro hadn’t changed.
‘You can’t just stare at a woman’s chest like that… it’s rude!’
‘How is that rude?’
‘It’s embarrassing! Besides, how would you feel if someone was staring at your crotch or something?’
‘Why would I care?’
‘Ugh, you’re impossible!’ Sanji turned around to go back to cleaning the dishes, but before he could reach for the next plate, he was grabbed by the wrist and pulled towards the door.
‘Save the dishes for later, we're going to see Chopper about your… condition,’ Zoro stated while pulling the cook out of the kitchen.
‘Hey, you can’t just drag me there. The least you could do is to kindly ask me to come with you to see Chopper, even though I don’t think I have to see him. I feel perfectly fine.’
‘Shut the fuck up, idiot cook, or I’m gonna throw you over my shoulder. You are going to see Chopper so he can turn you back to normal.’
‘Let go of me! I am normal, stop being such an asshole!’
Zoro had enough of the cook’s weird attitude.
How could he not care in the least that he had turned into a woman?
How did he not react in the slightest when seeing that he had breasts?
How did he not get a damn nosebleed when seeing them?
Something was definetly wrong with him, and Chopper had to fix this rather sooner than later. He did as promised and grabbed the cook around his waist to throw him over his shoulder, which the other obviously disliked… a lot. But luckily they were already halfway there, and a few moments later, the swordsman managed to knock on the door to the infirmary while calling out the little reindeer’s name.