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As you looked through the window facing the street, you suddenly jolted up from your seat. Your boyfriend was currently trying to carry all of the seven grocery bags in one trip. Dashing outside, you reached for one of his hands, attempting to help out.
"Babe, let me help!" Abruptly stopping in his tracks, Zoro transferred all the bags to his other arm. He wordlessly took your hand in his and continued his path to the front door. "That's not what I—okay..." Once on the porch, Zoro froze. You looked at him in curiosity. "What's wrong?"
"Can you get the door?"
"Sure, did you forget the keys or something?" As you cracked the door open, you turned your head to meet his gaze, only to see him flushed red.
"...I didn't want to let go of your hand." A giggle passed your lips as you led him inside the door, his hand still firmly in yours. Immediately after you passed the threshold of your front door, all of the grocery bags toppled from Zoro's arm, contents spreading across the floor.
"You're getting that," you winked, scrambling off to your bedroom. Zoro was just left dumbfounded, the only sound being the rolling of soup cans across the wooden floorboards.