ZoSopp Challenge 58
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dethoratsPrompt: Library
Rating: G
Pairing: Zoromichi (Zoro) and Usoya (Usopp)
Word Count: 800
Notes: School Time AU
Zoromichi scowled as he shoved through the doors of the library. The stupid principle had caught him skipping class in favor of practicing some katas and he’d just happened to have found a quintet of fellow delinquents he’d convinced to be interested in serving as practice dummies too. They had all been hustled off to the nurse’s office and Zoromichi had been ordered to report for in-school suspension in the library. He’d been tempted to tell the man off and just head for home but his master had warned him that the next time he got in trouble and came back to the dojo that he’d confiscate Zoromichi’s beloved swords for the next month. Zoromichi wasn’t afraid of anything but his master did still have an edge on him when it came to a fight and he knew the man would be true to his word. And there was one thing in the world that Zoromichi loved, it was his swords. So he put on a thuggish expression and slouched, hands in his pockets, as he grudgingly entered a room he’d seen maybe twice during his high school career.
The librarian, a strict woman with long blond hair, glasses, an inappropriately short dress, and a steely gaze that said she would brook no comments or mischief, frowned at him as he strolled in and pointed at a table about six yards from her desk. There was a single boy already sitting at it with his head bent over a book and Zoromichi rolled his eyes as the librarian hissed out a whispered command for him to ‘sit his delinquent self down, do some homework, and remember that there was ABSOLUTELY no talking.’ The green-haired punk made sure to bang his chair against the table leg as he sat down and he leaned back, propping his feet on the table, setting his eyes on the ceiling.
He didn’t have any homework with him, because Zoromichi never bothered to even crack open a school book let alone do any of his assignments, and so he planned to just sleep the rest of the school day away. The chair was actually pretty comfortable and he’d had a decent workout so his eyelids were already feeling heavy. He had just started to drift off when a ruler cracked against the back of his head, sending his chair slamming forward. Zoromichi let out a loud “Fuck” and promptly received another whack to his skull. He whipped around to see the librarian standing behind him with a sour expression, a sheaf of paper, and the evil ruler.
“There is,” she whispered harshly, “to be no putting of feet on library furniture nor sleeping during in school suspensions. I didn’t ask to put up with you delinquents and, if I am forced to tolerate you, it will be on MY terms. So if you have no homework with you, you will spend your day filling out these worksheets on the Dewey Decimal System to my satisfaction.”
Zoromichi bristled, mouth opening to curse again – his master’s warning be damned – when his fellow tablemate suddenly spoke up. The boy had dark curly hair far longer than the regulation length for males – a violation perhaps not as blatant as Zoromichi’s green Mohawk but nonetheless against the rules – and a prominent nose. A pair of headphones rested around his neck and his tone was quiet and placating.
“Kalifane-san, he’s in my class and I remember he left his books at his desk. He can borrow the ones I am not using.”
The librarian’s smooth brow wrinkled as she considered the proposition and finally she gave a single sharp nod. “Very well. But if I catch either of you misbehaving, it will be the worksheets for you and I will confiscate the rest of your belongings. Yours too, Usoya-kun.”
“Yes, Kalifane-san.”
The boy – Usoya – nodded meekly and the librarian favored them with a final glare before she walked back to her desk. Zoromichi studied his fellow student-in-punishment, not sure whether to be grateful, insulted, or simply angry. He was leaning towards angry when Usoya handed him a book with a sly smile. “I think you’ll find history to your liking, Zoromichi-kun.”
And when Zoromichi made to protest, right fist balling as he reached out with his left hand to push the book away, Usoya flipped it open and just watched with quiet satisfaction as the sword-wielding bully’s mouth fell open and he wordlessly accepted the book. The pair passed a long afternoon reading the manga secreted in Usoya’s textbooks with the vicious librarian none the wiser.
On the way out as the bell rang, Zoromichi paused and looked back at where Usoya was busy putting away his things. “Same deal tomorrow?” he asked and Usoya replied with a wink and a grin.
Rating: G
Pairing: Zoromichi (Zoro) and Usoya (Usopp)
Word Count: 800
Notes: School Time AU
Zoromichi scowled as he shoved through the doors of the library. The stupid principle had caught him skipping class in favor of practicing some katas and he’d just happened to have found a quintet of fellow delinquents he’d convinced to be interested in serving as practice dummies too. They had all been hustled off to the nurse’s office and Zoromichi had been ordered to report for in-school suspension in the library. He’d been tempted to tell the man off and just head for home but his master had warned him that the next time he got in trouble and came back to the dojo that he’d confiscate Zoromichi’s beloved swords for the next month. Zoromichi wasn’t afraid of anything but his master did still have an edge on him when it came to a fight and he knew the man would be true to his word. And there was one thing in the world that Zoromichi loved, it was his swords. So he put on a thuggish expression and slouched, hands in his pockets, as he grudgingly entered a room he’d seen maybe twice during his high school career.
The librarian, a strict woman with long blond hair, glasses, an inappropriately short dress, and a steely gaze that said she would brook no comments or mischief, frowned at him as he strolled in and pointed at a table about six yards from her desk. There was a single boy already sitting at it with his head bent over a book and Zoromichi rolled his eyes as the librarian hissed out a whispered command for him to ‘sit his delinquent self down, do some homework, and remember that there was ABSOLUTELY no talking.’ The green-haired punk made sure to bang his chair against the table leg as he sat down and he leaned back, propping his feet on the table, setting his eyes on the ceiling.
He didn’t have any homework with him, because Zoromichi never bothered to even crack open a school book let alone do any of his assignments, and so he planned to just sleep the rest of the school day away. The chair was actually pretty comfortable and he’d had a decent workout so his eyelids were already feeling heavy. He had just started to drift off when a ruler cracked against the back of his head, sending his chair slamming forward. Zoromichi let out a loud “Fuck” and promptly received another whack to his skull. He whipped around to see the librarian standing behind him with a sour expression, a sheaf of paper, and the evil ruler.
“There is,” she whispered harshly, “to be no putting of feet on library furniture nor sleeping during in school suspensions. I didn’t ask to put up with you delinquents and, if I am forced to tolerate you, it will be on MY terms. So if you have no homework with you, you will spend your day filling out these worksheets on the Dewey Decimal System to my satisfaction.”
Zoromichi bristled, mouth opening to curse again – his master’s warning be damned – when his fellow tablemate suddenly spoke up. The boy had dark curly hair far longer than the regulation length for males – a violation perhaps not as blatant as Zoromichi’s green Mohawk but nonetheless against the rules – and a prominent nose. A pair of headphones rested around his neck and his tone was quiet and placating.
“Kalifane-san, he’s in my class and I remember he left his books at his desk. He can borrow the ones I am not using.”
The librarian’s smooth brow wrinkled as she considered the proposition and finally she gave a single sharp nod. “Very well. But if I catch either of you misbehaving, it will be the worksheets for you and I will confiscate the rest of your belongings. Yours too, Usoya-kun.”
“Yes, Kalifane-san.”
The boy – Usoya – nodded meekly and the librarian favored them with a final glare before she walked back to her desk. Zoromichi studied his fellow student-in-punishment, not sure whether to be grateful, insulted, or simply angry. He was leaning towards angry when Usoya handed him a book with a sly smile. “I think you’ll find history to your liking, Zoromichi-kun.”
And when Zoromichi made to protest, right fist balling as he reached out with his left hand to push the book away, Usoya flipped it open and just watched with quiet satisfaction as the sword-wielding bully’s mouth fell open and he wordlessly accepted the book. The pair passed a long afternoon reading the manga secreted in Usoya’s textbooks with the vicious librarian none the wiser.
On the way out as the bell rang, Zoromichi paused and looked back at where Usoya was busy putting away his things. “Same deal tomorrow?” he asked and Usoya replied with a wink and a grin.
