onepiece_300 | The Locker Message (Reply)

I stumbled upon this community just a few days ago, was reading all this amazing fanfiction and got randomly inspired by the new prompt. So I wrote this up last night and joined just now to post it. I'm usually a long-style writer, but this was a rather fun challenge for me. Not sure if I'm in time for the contest since the prompt was issued over a week ago (but it says month so I'm a little confused, haha) but either way, I hope any of you who read it, enjoy it.

Title: The Locker Message
Rating: PG
Media: Fic
Pairing/Characters: Usopp/Sanji... or is it?
Word Count: 291
Prompt: Sin

‘A prank’, their friends reassured. But still the sight of that innocent scrawl carved forever in the paint of his locker would haunt the two of them for the rest of the year.

Sanji + Usopp it said; irremovable. And then, like the cherry atop a sundae (or a twist to an already inserted knife-in-the-gut), a heart done with a glittery, pink gel pen carefully encircled the two names like a lover’s embrace and left no arguments to what the message of the two names was relaying.

Sanji was very outspoken about it – any males who taunted him got a foot in the ass. Any women got proof of his sexuality in the way he swooned.

Usopp was more kind, or rather more cowardly. He would shy away from the questions and give only the vaguest of answers that helped very little, but Sanji knew he was just as mortified about the whole thing.

Two years. That was what it took to find the culprit.

“You know, I was by my old locker today.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. And it was the funniest thing. While I was copying your math homework, I just happened to look up and see it – it’s still there you know – and I realized something.”

An expectant pause, then, “And?”

“Well, turns out, our mysterious prankster from back then has very similar handwriting to yours.”

Silence.

“Well, what do you have to say to that?” The question was lacking anger; rather it held curiosity and perhaps…

Dark eyes rose to meet his, the nervous insecurity of those early, long-ago days having been battled down by gained unknown – no, known – confidence, and then Usopp smiled as he reached for his hand and replied:

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”