moe81 | Let's have some fic

Title: Only Human

Rating: PG

Pairing: Nakamaship
Warnings: Zoro's lame attempt at humour

Summary: They may be called monsters but, really, they're still only human.

Sanji staggered into the bathroom, his blond hair standing on end and the pillow creases on his cheek making for a less than attractive appearance. He gave Zoro a bleary look, staring blankly at the straight razor the swordsman was using to shave.

He blinked slowly and yawned, moisture gathering at the corner of his eyes and his jaw popping as his mouth stretched. He took several stumbling steps to the bench and shoved at Zoro's shoulder, making room for the both of them.

He flicked a tap on and cold water poured into his hands. He ducked his head into them, water sloshing into the basin. With water dripping off his chin, he glanced at Zoro in the mirror. It was several beats before he said anything. "You have a pimple."

The swordsman grunted and continued to drag the razor over his chin, leaving a smooth path behind. Sanji made a motion to the tanned face, pointing out the little white head near Zoro's nose.

Zoro paused for a moment to look at it and then stared at Sanji. The blond felt his eye begin to twitch under the inspection and Zoro quirked an eyebrow at him. "You have one too."

Mind still half-fogged with sleep, it took him a moment to register the words. When he did, his expression changed to horrified and he leaned as close as he could to the mirror, trying to find the blemish.

Zoro chuckled. "Oh wait, that's your head."

Sanji glared at him. "Comedian." He fished out his scissors from one of the drawers and trimmed the wayward hairs from his goatee.

The sound of clipping and scratching was broken by Luffy tripping through the door, eyes closed and drool slipping from the edge of his mouth. The litany of ‘gotta pee, gotta pee’ went ignored until Usopp did the same thing and pushed Luffy to the side, fighting for the toilet. Sanji and Zoro paused in their ministrations to stare at them before shaking their heads and giving each other an exasperated look.

Zoro laid his razor aside and wiped off the residue soap. Sanji's brow crinkled as he glanced at the swordsman's reflection. "Missed a spot."

Gold eyes blinked at him over blue cotton. "Eh?"

“Right there.” He gestured at a small patch of green on Zoro’s upper lip doing a great impression of a fuzzy caterpillar. The cook sighed and picked up the razor, blade glinting under the pale light and turned Zoro’s head so that he could reach it.

Nami stumbled in to the room, her fingers digging into her hair and she stopped, a dumbfounded expression crossing her face. “Sanji-kun?” Her voice was so lovely in the morning.

“Yes, Nami-san?”

“Are you shaving Zoro?” Her voice was a little incredulous.

“Hai, my Nami-swaaannn,” he trilled, his eye fluttering for a moment and turning into a heart but even under the strange occurrence, his hand was steady as he drew the blade over Zoro's skin.

The silence was broken by Luffy’s sleepy demands for meat and Usopp grunted as they leaned against each other.

The navigator twitched in the face of her nakama being typical men. “Just…let me know when you're finished.” She left them with a resounding bang of the door.

“Of course, Nami-san.”

Sanji laid the razor aside as he finished and dragged the towel over Zoro’s face, a little extra effort put behind it and somehow mussing the swordsman’s hair.

“Done.” He slapped a hand on the marimo's chest, eliciting a delightful grunt from the man. “Any time you need a keeper, dumbass.”

Zoro narrowed his eyes. “Bastard ero-cook," and knocked his shoulder into Sanji's as he walked out. Sanji snickered at the petulant tone. There was a particularly loud snore from his captain and he rolled his eyes, picking up his toothbrush to finish his morning routine.