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Curious.
Zoro hated her– he was uncomfortable in her prescence and yet..
And yet he cared.
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He'd been up in the crow's nest for a few days now– weeks? He couldn't even remember. He didn't want to eat, to sleep, to shower. He just kept training.
Footsteps.
He needed to train.
He needed to become stronger.
He needed to be the best.
He needed to be strong.
He couldn't be weak.
Then why was he weak?
His hands, full of callouses, were bleeding. Cuts kept opening on his hands and feet, every single drop of blood that kept seeping out of them dizzied Zoro, but he kept going.
"Damn it.. Oi, Zoro!"
A familiar voice.
Sanji's voice.
Way too familiar.
Zoro grunted a response, he couldn't even see straight anymore. "What." He spat, annoyed at the sudden intrusion. The blonde, who just so happened to be his boyfriend, sighed. "Just.. please eat, love." He felt soft hands on his wrists: warm hands on his cold, sticky, sweaty skin.
"Wanna talk about something?" A hand reached out to rest on his face. He put his swords aside, sitting down on a bench and letting out a sigh. Sanji smiled and followed, setting the tray of food aside and sitting beside Zoro. The swordsman parted his lips to say something, but quickly shut them. Sanji knew the mosshead wasn't verbal, but when he was upset, he isolated himself. The cook took Zoro's hands in his own, scooting closer for his boyfriend to rest his head on his shoulder. "I'm not leaving, please rest for now." Sanji let his head rest on Zoro's, giving the swordsman time to relax.
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It's been some hours. Zoro's head is now on Sanji's lap, whom is caressing its soft and green hair. Truth is, the cook knew what had gotten Zoro this way. He knew ever since it happened. Back in Alabasta..
Tashigi. She'd gotten attacked by Robin and was found dead by Luffy. Sanji knew because Luffy had told him, because he saw Zoro's teary-eyes when he'd found out.
Sanji let out a sigh, throwing his head back and letting himself think. Though, his thoughts were interrupted by a small whisper. "Thanks.." Zoro's ears flushed red, earning a small smile from the cook. "Ready to eat, darling?" The blonde whispered lovingly into his lover's ear, who sat up and nodded, rubbing his eyes because he was still sleepy. Sanji gave a small nod and a smile, setting the tray in his lap and picking up a takoyaki with the swordsman's chopsticks, he put the food near Zoro's mouth. "Say 'ah'!" The swordsman opened his mouth and chewed on the food. Sanji smiled when Zoro started to stim with his hands; that meant he liked the food.
"It's good, right?" Zoro nodded, "I know you're sensitive to textures so I made this batch as special as I could!" Sanji giggled at the way Zoro's cheeks looked like a chipmunk's when he ate.
Sanji grabbed a napkin, wiping Zoro's face with it. He hummed and relaxed by Zoro's side. "Say.." the swordsman turned to face Sanji, "How about we watch the sunset together? We can cuddle afterwards on the galley."
Mosshead beamed.
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Roronoa felt like he'd been really lucky. Lucky to have such nakama that would care for him, lucky to have such a loving boyfriend...
Lucky to have two great swordsmen in the sky, watching over him until his last breath.