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The word slipped out of him in a whisper, then again, louder this time, bubbling with sudden laughter. Soulmate. He liked the way it sounded, dripping with promise and happy endings. His cheeks burned just saying it, but he couldn’t stop grinning. He hugged the book to his chest, heels kicking against the mattress like he could barely contain the fizz of joy in his veins. Somewhere out there was a person who would hold his hand, look at him with adoration, and kiss him soft and slow under the moonlight. Someone who would choose him – just him – over and over, and say, I love you, soulmate. And it would be the most romantic thing in the world.
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Zoro’s gut tightened, heat sparking low and fast. His throat went dry. Subtlety wasn’t in his arsenal, so he just asked, “You gay?”
The blond’s brows lifted. He gave Zoro a long, considering once-over before smirking. “Sometimes.”
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Sanji broke the silence again. “Want me to help you?”
Zoro frowned, glancing at him in confusion. “With what?”
“Talking to guys,” Sanji said, then hurried to clarify. “Same principle as talking to women. I know what I’m doing.”
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With a sigh, Zoro picked up his utensils and dug into the walleye, figuring he might as well stick the fork in himself. Maybe one day he would manage a normal conversation with Sanji. And maybe one day, he would find the courage to ask him out. Modern setting.
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*Spoiler warning, takes place after Wano but before Egghead, references to past events in anime littered throughout.*
When Sanji and Zoro have a miscommunication during their early morning watch, tempers flare and words are exchanged. They both feel like the other is off and that their friendship is strained.
Sanji's guilt and shame over what happened on Whole Cake and his subsequent abandonment of his post leave him feeling isolated.
While Zoro has feelings he can't begin to express, he has spent his lifetime suppressing them. His desires always come second to his responsibilities.
The man who can't express himself and the man who is overly expressive are stranded on an island, where nothing feels right, and strange things keep happening.
They can no longer lie; voices speak on the wind, it's a perfect paradise that feels like a trap. They must survive together, resolve their issues, and come to terms with both their flaws and their feelings before they can make it home.
Two men, one island, and the loss of control are exactly what they need to come together. When nothing is what it seems, at least they have each other.