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Everyone knew Sanji was a bit of a playboy, especially the Strawhat Crew. They knew well of Sanji's female-enticing ways. Did that stop you from falling for the wooer? Nope. You knew full well, going into this relationship with him that he'd probably end up doing something stupid, and that he did. Flirting is one thing, but kissing and touching another woman? That was too much. It broke your heart, things got weird. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to date a crewmember. You would hope after some time, you wouldn't feel so awkward around him anymore, you had to practically live with him anyways.

But, currently, you cried and sobbed and mentally battered yourself within your living quarters, in the dark, on your bed. The only light source was one candle, it flickered, wavering like your heartbeat. Being the person you were, you acted as if you were fine in front of your friends; you didn’t want to worry them over something trivial like a heartbreak.

Zoro stood outside your room, not that he particularly cared about anything, at least in front of Luffy and the others, he did in fact care about you. He saw through your cover-up, but chose not to say anything. Except on this night, he literally couldn’t stand hearing muffled sobs through the walls, it slowly chipped away at his own heart. The swordsman stood at the closed door, with much confliction shown on his face. He wasn’t one for caring, soppy emotions.

“(F/n)..” He knocked lightly on the door. Once your quiet time was disturbed, you halted your sobs and quickly rubbed your hand against your eyes and cheeks to rid them of sour tears.

“Uh..Zoro..?”

“Can I come in?” You were silent for a moment, in the process of wiping your face on your bedsheets to look as normal as possible, though it wouldn’t rid your puffy eyes and nasally voice.

“Yeah, sure I guess! Heh.” The door creaked open slowly, revealing a hesitant sea-foam green haired man. Though the room had only a flicker of light within it, you could tell he was in his resting clothes. No shoes, no swords, a half open shirt and his regular green pants. You were a bit embarrassed, seeing as you as well had minimal clothing, so you drew your blankets closer to your body. “Er.. something wrong?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that instead?”

“No, why would you ask something like that? I’m fine!”

“I’m not entirely stupid, y’know.” Zoro stepped in your room further, closing the door in the process. He made his way towards your bed and sat down by your feet without so much as asking if he could. “I know that moron upset you, though you do a decent job at hiding your feelings, you’re not always there. I’m not tryna sound like a creep, but sometimes.. I look at you and you just have a distant gaze in your eyes. Not to mention, as of late, hearing you cry at night is kinda disturbing my sleep.” He was such a brash guy, but he couldn’t help it now could he? You snorted slightly in laughter, a few teardrops escaped your eyes and dripped down your cheeks. You went to wipe the quickly, but another hand was there to rid them for you. You looked up at the slight silhouette of your friend, your hand grasping his wrist ever so slightly. Desperately, you tried to hold back, to stay strong in front of him but, resistance was futile. Your puffy, saddened eyes let forth the water works. You could only imagine the grotesque faces you were making as you gripped onto his muscular forearms.

Zoro drew you close into his chest, unsure what else to do, that action felt like the right thing to do. His strong arms felt so secure around your convulsing torso, your cries and wailing muffled into his now wet chest. Zoro was silent, not that you expected him to say anything anyways, his actions spoke louder than anything and that was just fine. At first, he was hesitant, but after a few long moments he naturally rubbed your back to soothe you and ran his fingers through your hair.

As your cries dwindled into soft whimpers and eventually into silence, you rested your wet cheek against his pectorals with your arms wrapped weakly around his waist. The both of you stayed like that for a few minutes that seemed like hours until you pulled back and apologized for disturbing his sleep.

“I’m sorry.. I got you all wet..” Taking the bedsheet, you lightly dabbed his chest dry. Shrugging his shoulders, he spoke.

“It doesn’t matter, you’re feeling better though, right?”

“Yeah, a bit.” Giving him a weak smile, you immediately engulfed yourself into his body once more. Curling up slightly, resting your cheek against his chest and arms around his waist for a half-assed hug/cuddle position. The warmth emanated from his body, from his heart. The heart of a swordsman that beat wildly every time you touched him. Listening to the sound of his heart beat so rapidly, gave some sort of comfort to you, an internal peace.

“Since you don’t seem to want to let go, I’m gonna sleep here.” It was a type of a cover-up remark, too embarrassed to say he wanted to lay with you for the rest of the night, he spat out something obvious to make it seem like he couldn’t leave. Shifting his body around a bit, he laid on his side, propping his head up on the palm of his hand, then grabbed your waist forcing you to lay down and press against the front half of his body. Of course, you weren’t going to object the warming comfort he was offering.

“You’re warm..It’s nice..” You said as you snuggled closer (if that was even possible) to the swordsman.

“Sh..Shut up, go to sleep, damn it.”

Apparently, he took the compliment to be a bit embarrassing. A soft giggle escaped your lips and eventually the both of you drifted off to a peaceful sleep. Hopefully, no one would barge into your room the following morning, that would be a very awkward situation and explaining.

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Everyone knew Sanji was a bit of a playboy, especially the Strawhat Crew. They knew well of Sanji's female-enticing ways. Did that stop you from falling for the wooer? Nope. You knew full well, going into this relationship with him that he'd probably end up doing something stupid, and that he did. Flirting is one thing, but kissing and touching another woman? That was too much. It broke your heart, things got weird. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to date a crewmember. You would hope after some time, you wouldn't feel so awkward around him anymore, you had to practically live with him anyways.

But, currently, you cried and sobbed and mentally battered yourself within your living quarters, in the dark, on your bed. The only light source was one candle, it flickered, wavering like your heartbeat. Being the person you were, you acted as if you were fine in front of your friends; you didn’t want to worry them over something trivial like a heartbreak.

Zoro stood outside your room, not that he particularly cared about anything, at least in front of Luffy and the others, he did in fact care about you. He saw through your cover-up, but chose not to say anything. Except on this night, he literally couldn’t stand hearing muffled sobs through the walls, it slowly chipped away at his own heart. The swordsman stood at the closed door, with much confliction shown on his face. He wasn’t one for caring, soppy emotions.

“(F/n)..” He knocked lightly on the door. Once your quiet time was disturbed, you halted your sobs and quickly rubbed your hand against your eyes and cheeks to rid them of sour tears.

“Uh..Zoro..?”

“Can I come in?” You were silent for a moment, in the process of wiping your face on your bedsheets to look as normal as possible, though it wouldn’t rid your puffy eyes and nasally voice.

“Yeah, sure I guess! Heh.” The door creaked open slowly, revealing a hesitant sea-foam green haired man. Though the room had only a flicker of light within it, you could tell he was in his resting clothes. No shoes, no swords, a half open shirt and his regular green pants. You were a bit embarrassed, seeing as you as well had minimal clothing, so you drew your blankets closer to your body. “Er.. something wrong?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that instead?”

“No, why would you ask something like that? I’m fine!”

“I’m not entirely stupid, y’know.” Zoro stepped in your room further, closing the door in the process. He made his way towards your bed and sat down by your feet without so much as asking if he could. “I know that moron upset you, though you do a decent job at hiding your feelings, you’re not always there. I’m not tryna sound like a creep, but sometimes.. I look at you and you just have a distant gaze in your eyes. Not to mention, as of late, hearing you cry at night is kinda disturbing my sleep.” He was such a brash guy, but he couldn’t help it now could he? You snorted slightly in laughter, a few teardrops escaped your eyes and dripped down your cheeks. You went to wipe the quickly, but another hand was there to rid them for you. You looked up at the slight silhouette of your friend, your hand grasping his wrist ever so slightly. Desperately, you tried to hold back, to stay strong in front of him but, resistance was futile. Your puffy, saddened eyes let forth the water works. You could only imagine the grotesque faces you were making as you gripped onto his muscular forearms.

Zoro drew you close into his chest, unsure what else to do, that action felt like the right thing to do. His strong arms felt so secure around your convulsing torso, your cries and wailing muffled into his now wet chest. Zoro was silent, not that you expected him to say anything anyways, his actions spoke louder than anything and that was just fine. At first, he was hesitant, but after a few long moments he naturally rubbed your back to soothe you and ran his fingers through your hair.

As your cries dwindled into soft whimpers and eventually into silence, you rested your wet cheek against his pectorals with your arms wrapped weakly around his waist. The both of you stayed like that for a few minutes that seemed like hours until you pulled back and apologized for disturbing his sleep.

“I’m sorry.. I got you all wet..” Taking the bedsheet, you lightly dabbed his chest dry. Shrugging his shoulders, he spoke.

“It doesn’t matter, you’re feeling better though, right?”

“Yeah, a bit.” Giving him a weak smile, you immediately engulfed yourself into his body once more. Curling up slightly, resting your cheek against his chest and arms around his waist for a half-assed hug/cuddle position. The warmth emanated from his body, from his heart. The heart of a swordsman that beat wildly every time you touched him. Listening to the sound of his heart beat so rapidly, gave some sort of comfort to you, an internal peace.

“Since you don’t seem to want to let go, I’m gonna sleep here.” It was a type of a cover-up remark, too embarrassed to say he wanted to lay with you for the rest of the night, he spat out something obvious to make it seem like he couldn’t leave. Shifting his body around a bit, he laid on his side, propping his head up on the palm of his hand, then grabbed your waist forcing you to lay down and press against the front half of his body. Of course, you weren’t going to object the warming comfort he was offering.

“You’re warm..It’s nice..” You said as you snuggled closer (if that was even possible) to the swordsman.

“Sh..Shut up, go to sleep, damn it.”

Apparently, he took the compliment to be a bit embarrassing. A soft giggle escaped your lips and eventually the both of you drifted off to a peaceful sleep. Hopefully, no one would barge into your room the following morning, that would be a very awkward situation and explaining.

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