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“NAMI-SWAN!”
Zoro groaned awake.
The sound of someone running down the hallway followed.
“Oooh did you make pancakes, Sanji?”
“I sure did my sweet.”
Rolling his eye he slumped back down against the pillow.
He heard the door slowly push open before little footsteps creeped across the room.
With a smirk he pulled the covers up so that they were over his head.
That seemed to stump the visitor who paused.
A few seconds later he felt someone enter from the bottom of the bed before they clambered up.
He pulled the covers down a little to free himself and then…
“Boo!”
Chopper’s head popped out before the little guy burst into giggles, clearly proud of himself.
“Hey, Chopper.” He gave the kid’s hair a ruffle before glancing over at the other empty bed. “Where’s Luffy?”
“Annoying Usopp awake.”
“Ahhh.”
The four-year-old had maple syrup on his cheek which Zoro rubbed away with the sleeve of his pyjama shirt.
“Sanji made pancakes!” He happily announced.
“So I can see; did you enjoy them?”
Chopper nodded eagerly.
“Zoro! Usopp! I’ve already shouted once; get up, you’re going to be late!” Shanks called.
“Awwww…” The little guy grumbled.
Eventually making it downstairs he used the mirror on the wall in the entranceway to tie his tie. Usopp made an appearance shortly after looking as equally awake as he was; he headed for the kitchen.
Luffy, who also clearly had been enjoying Sanji’s pancakes, grinned a toothy smile as he exited the living room to grab his bag and shoes.
“Are you not getting breakfast?”
His face screwed up even at the thought.
“Nah, too sweet.”
Grabbing his blazer from where he’d dumped it on the stairs he threw it on.
Shanks meant business when he walked out.
“Right come on, if you’re ready to leave then wait outside.”
“Ughh.”
“Oh I know it’s early and you’re all moody teenagers, life’s a bitch.” The social worker teased with a smirk.
He and Usopp burst out laughing before leaving the house.
Luffy came next, then Robin and Brook, Nami, and Franky with little Chopper on his lap as he sped down the ramp.
“Sanji, leave the dishes, I’ll do them.” Shanks called.
“I’m coming!”
The blonde finally made an appearance.
“Why is it always you we’re waiting for?” Zoro groaned.
“‘Why is it always you we’re waiting for?’” Sanji mocked before rolling his eyes and going to close the door. “Bye, Shanks.”
“Bye!” They all chimed in.
Heading off down the driveway he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Here.”
A box was held out to him the contents containing onigiri.
He furrowed an eyebrow as he looked up to meet his roommates gaze.
“You don’t like sweet shit so I made you these.”
“Thanks.” He plucked one out before clicking the box closed and shoving it into his bag for later. Taking a bite he groaned happily in appreciation. “You didn’t need to make something else just for me you know, I would have survived.”
“Ehhh.” The blonde shrugged. “They really don’t take long and it’s good practice.”
"Come on!" Luffy called.
"We're coming!" They both replied before hurrying to catch up to the others.
There were nine of them in total at Grandline House.
This is the story of how nine strangers became nakama.