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Zoro x Fem reader fluff! You know how Zoro has an unimaginable amount of debt towards Nami? Well, S/O has been paying Nami time after time to slowly repay Zoro’s debt because she loves him so much and she’s sweet enough to do that. Nami does decrease his debt to a point where even Zoro notices his debt decreased. When questioned, Nami confessed what S/O did for him and how she’s so sweet that she didn’t have to and Nami collected all the money to give to Zoro so he could make it up to S/O.

So cute omggggg. As you wish my lovely! I kept this as broad as possible, with an S/O who likes music, which I think is pretty broad, but if it isn't, don’t come at me pls I’m just a baby.

I think in One Piece, they have like CD players where you plug in headphones and you can carry it around, at least that's what was shown in the anime when people were lining up for Brook's concert after the time skip. I can't remember the name of it, but it used to be a popular thing. I made it a spring island because its (supposed) to be starting to be spring where I am, but we just started our second winter (as per usual with the midwest lol).

Warnings: paying off partner’s debt behind his back, cheating at GAME, Zoro being broke lol.

It's just fluff man idk what else to say.

“Witch.”

“Unsanitary marimo” Nami replied easily, keeping her focus on her magazine. Zoro’s eye twitched, but he held his tongue.

“Since we got loot at the last island, how much are you pulling out of my debt for my share?”

Nami’s ear perked at the word “loot”, and she did some quick mental calculations.

“Hmmm. All but your allowance. But I’ve been considering reducing that for you”

“Oi! Why would you cut my allowance?”

Nami shrugged.

“You only buy alcohol”

“So?”

“So you don’t need that much. Besides, after a couple months of a reduced allowance, you’d be down to at least an imaginable amount of debt.”

Zoro paused. Why was his debt going down? He wasn’t paying unless she demanded it. Had he paid that much? Or did they get that much loot at the last island?

“How much did we get at the last island?” He asked. Nami glanced up at him.

“It’s kinda creepy how you’re showing interest in money, but about 734,286 Beli” she said. Zoro only focused on the seven hundred thousand Beli. He wasn’t great at math, but knew when that was split between the crew, his share would hardly make a dent in his debt. So why?

“That doesn’t make sense” he muttered. Nami looked at him curious.

“No?”

“My debt was… I don’t even know how much. So why has it been going down?”

“Hmmm. Maybe I’m just generous!” She smiled sweetly at the swordsman, putting on her most innocent act. He narrowed his eyes at her. She knew something.

“What do you know.”

Nami glanced around, as if making sure anyone besides the swordsman was within earshot. Zoro furrowed his brow at the action.

“What is it?” He muttered, arms crossed. Nami sighed.

“Look. You should thank her by doing something nice for once. She’s so sweet and kind, and I have no idea how you ended up dating her but… I saved the money she’s been paying me for your debt. I thought maybe you knew, and I was going to smack some sense into you but she begged me to keep it quiet," Nami shrugged and picked at her nails before continuing, "Technically, it’s been going towards your debt but I figured I could be nice and generous for once, and ask you if you wanted to accept it. Once you found out, of course. But if you want, I can give it to you and you can spend it on her instead.”

Zoro’s jaw clenched, and he looked down. You had really been doing that? For him? He only mentioned being annoyed by that damn debt when Nami held it over his head when he had to do the dirty jobs for her. He could be mad at you for thinking he couldn’t handle it on his own, but honestly? He couldn’t handle it, and he couldn’t be mad at you. He just ignored the debt, hoping it would eventually go away, and you were so kind to him. He hardly deserved you.

He scraped a hand through his hair, sighing as the other hand landed on his hip.

“I… I don’t know how to… I want to do something for her to pay her back. But what?”

Nami leaned back in her chair, gesturing for the swordsman to sit next to her. He slumped into the chair, brow furrowed as he thought.

“In a day or two, depending on the weather, we should make it to another island. Think about what she likes, not you. Go and enjoy it with her, together. Support her passions, and it’ll mean so much to her”

Zoro huffed.

“How much did that advice cost me?”

“Free for this time, only because of her. Not you. It would be 100 Beli otherwise”

“100?!!”

“I could make it 500.”

“You’re scamming me.”

“You’re the one who needs my help. Why should I give my help for free?”

Zoro sucked his teeth and stood to walk away but paused. The navigator looked up questioningly. He looked off into the distance, a stoic expression on his face.

“Thanks for the advice” he muttered. He obviously meant it, so Nami smiled in return, and he walked off to find you.

He found you playing a card game with Luffy and Usopp, laughing as you laid down your winning hand. The other two complained loudly, groaning and flopping back. Luffy accused you of cheating, and Usopp backed him up.

"Me? Cheating? Never" you teased, giggling. You looked around as you heard heavy footsteps behind you, eyes landing on your boyfriend. You turned back to the other two in front of you and stood, producing a card from its hiding place, tossing it on the pile of cards.

"You guys are pirates, think of this as training to learn when someone is cheating at a card game"

"Hey! You were cheating!"

"No fair!"

"Like I said- training, not cheating"

Zoro stood behind you arms crossed and a smirk on his face at your antics. You turned around, hands laced behind your back, trying to look innocent. You batted your lashes at him, smiling sweetly.

"Right, Zoro?"

He looked at you and grunted, seemingly unfazed by your act. Inside, his heart skipped a beat with how cute you looked.

"Don't tease them. They're idiots"

"Hey!" "We're not idiots!" Luffy and Usopp protested in tandem. You sighed, pouting at him. He blinked at you, keeping his face neutral despite his sudden desire to kiss the pout right off your face.

"C'mon. I wanna ask you something" Zoro said instead, turning on his heel and leading the way. You followed, but not before turning and tossing the last card you cheated with on the pile. Luffy pulled his eye and stuck his tongue out, and Usopp blew a raspberry at you. You stuck your tongue out in retaliation, and skipped off after your boyfriend.

You followed him, unsurprisingly, to the crows nest, scampering after him on the ropes. You were a little nervous. Zoro wanting to ask you something could range from giving your humble opinion on a sword technique, to if you loved him even though he was aggressive. You simply didn't know. You entered the crows nest with practiced movements, eyes falling on the swordsman sitting on a bench near an open window.

You approached him, slightly hesitant.

"What did you want to ask me?"

He hummed, acknowledging your question and indicating he was constructing his answer. You furrowed your brow. He hardly ever thought through his words. He spoke once you had sat next to him.

"What do you know about the next island?"

You cocked your head.

"Nothing really just that it's a spring island... should I know something?"

"Just curious. Is there something you've been wanting to do lately? Like something that can really only be done on an island?"

You thought. Nothing in particular came to mind. But maybe...

"I uh. I want to buy some music to listen to. I know we have Brook, and he's amazing but... I dunno. I miss my music player a lot, and hearing whole bands at once and different singers... I mean Brook is a great singer and he does different genre's, but sometimes you want to shake things up so you're not listening to the same artist all the time, ya know? But I usually end up buying some other things I need instead" you shrugged. You looked at Zoro. He wasn't looking at you, instead was looking out the window. He grunted.

"Show me"

"Show you what?"

"Show me what you listen to, and what you like. I'm not really familiar with music all that much, having not listened to it much growin up or... ever really."

Excitement grew with every word. He wanted you to introduce you to music? To the music you listened to and liked? What would he like? Would anything surprise you? Warmth spread from your chest, through your body, and you bounced in your seat, a grin curving your lips.

"Really?! Oh my goodness there's so much to show you! I can't tell if you'd like softer music like R&B or maybe you'd like hard rock... I'm not sure you'd like pop punk but you might! Maybe some pop songs, but you might be picky about that. French jazz might be meh for you, but it might remind you of Sanji so maybe we should stay away from that... Maybe some other jazz? Or probably something with a good beat. Like workout music?" You babbled on excitedly, pondering the possibilities. You continued talking, not completely sure if Zoro was listening, but you didn't mind.

A small smile formed on Zoro's lips as he listened. Nami had been right, frustratingly, but this way, he would get to see a side of you he hadn't yet. Even if he didn't like the music you did, experiencing it would be good for him, and more importantly, you'd be happy. He saw the little scrunch of your nose that you got when you were really happy and excited, and he huffed a laugh.

"and maybe- what are you laughing at?" you looked at him, smiling still as you interrupted your chatter. He finally faced you fully, leaning his head on his hand, his arm propped on the back of the bench.

"Just you. You're cute when you're all excited about something. You get a little scrunch in your nose when you smile when you're happy like this."

Your hand rose self-consciously to cover your nose. He gently smacked it away with one hand, swooping in to kiss the tip of your nose gently.

"Don't cover it. It's cute"

You blushed, flustered. A thought suddenly occurred to you.

"Why are you asking about what I want to do on the next island? Normally, we do what catches your interest, which don't get me wrong, is typically entertaining, but... why the change?"

"You."

Your brow furrowed in confusion.

"Me?"

"You've been paying my debt to Nami"

"Whaaa??? Psshh nooo~ I never. I mean. I would, but I haven't?"

Zoro raised a singular brow. You swallowed, eyes flicking to the side.

"That so?"

"Uhh. Yes?"

"You are really a terrible liar. How can you cheat so well at card games but you can't lie to save your life?" he teased, a rare soft smile curving his lips as he spoke.

"You're intimidate me and fluster me at the same time! I can't help it!" you whined, before shyly asking, "You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad at you for taking care of me?"

He ruffled your hair, and you squawked in indignation.

"Thank you, really" he said softly. You looked at him, smiling.

"You're welcome"

The two of you sat in easy silence, listening to the waves and distant chatter of Usopp and Luffy.

"So music, huh? What do you like?"

You wiggled excitedly, chattering away with Zoro asking the occasional question, even as he started training again.

~~~

"You're buying this?? Zoro, hon, I can get it" you pleaded, eyeing your pile of CD's and your brand new player.

"Nope"

"You can hardly afford alcohol! How could you afford this?"

Zoro ignored you, producing some other CD's you had reluctantly put back earlier, unable to afford them.

"These too" he muttered to the cashier. You repeatedly smacked your boyfriends arm, getting rougher with each one. He finally caught your hand.

"Stop hitting me, woman! Nami gave me the money you paid her for my debt, and now I'm spending it on you! Accept my love, damnit!"

You froze, looking at him in awe and surprise. You started as the cashier cleared his throat.

"Th-that'll be uh... the a-amount you s-see right there... s-sir" the poor teen stuttered, obviously intimidated by the swordsman. You would've snorted had you not been filled with love and awe for your boyfriend. Zoro paid the cashier and took hold of the bags. You followed closely, still aware of yourself enough to know he would get lost without you. Again.

"Thank you, Zoro" you finally said. He smirked at you.

"Of course."

PORTGAS D. ACE DRABBLES !

You would be the greatest liar to date if you said kissing him was a mistake.

Ace stands, picturesque still as he grins at you, freckled cheeks dusted the slightest shade of pink under the setting sun. You weren't one to appreciate the idea of home, if you did then being a pirate would have been the most painful thing in the world for you. Yet, just like the miracle he is, Ace made you homesick.

Maybe it was that sense or irrationality that prompted you to launch yourself into his arms, with him catching you expertly, an arm around your waist. You can't see his face, not yet, but you can feel his grin from where his head buries into the crook of your neck and he says nothing but you can hear the words "I'm home".

You lift your head, hand tracing the freckles of his cheek before you make the careless, purposeful move of pressing your lips to his. There were no fireworks in the air, no butterflies in your stomach, just the muted silence and the warm feeling he gave you resting in the pits of your stomach. Adrenaline doesn't let you worry, doesn't let you contemplate on the significance of your actions. Yet, neither does Ace as you start to feel him move against you, hands resting on your hips. He pulls you impossibly close, as if he's trying to make you and him into one and not a word needs to be exchanged to let you know what the both of you were mutually thinking.

Finally.

"You're beautiful," The words slip from you, as easy as breathing, as you let your hands run through Ace's dark hair. His brown eyes flick towards you, looking at you strangely. Yet, there is embarrassment, in the way his ears ting pink as he registers your words.

"Missed me that much?" He coos at you, a subtle change of subject as he gazes down at you as if you've hung up the stars itself. You could be addicted to the way he loves you.

"My beautiful boy," and your hands now cup his face, your thumb swiping over the freckles on his cheeks. You can see him swallow air, lips trembling before it dissolves into a grin. He is the sun. He is your sun. He takes over your sky and he shines it with light you can never look away from. You're in love with the sun.

He doesn't say anything afterwards, he leans down and lets his lips graze yours. It's not a kiss, it's something even more personal, somehow. You let your two breaths mingle into one as you hope, one day, your two souls can be one as well.

Ace lays on his side, beside you, with one elbow propped up as he drifts between the world of sleep and living. The light howling of the wind is the only thing to interrupt the peaceful silence between you, your eyes trained to the pages of your book. A flickering lantern was the only source of light, briefly illuminating the dark room so you can see, said fire generously provided by Ace.

He hasn't spoken since your request to read in peace, honoring your whim despite the fact you can practically feel him itching to converse. You don't exactly blame him. One-on-one time on the ship is rare and with you and Ace becoming much closer these days, you're sure the pirate has been eagerly waiting for a window of an opportunity to hang out with you. Yet, the moon has fixed its own anchor in the sky, and you aren't sure why Ace is even up when he usually would be out like light.

"Read to me," You jump slightly at the low rumble of Ace's voice, almost having forgotten his presence entirely while you were so absorbed in the contents of your book. You blink at him, slowly processing his words.

"You want me to read to you?" You parrot back. He rolls his eyes.

"Glad to see those ears aren't for decoration, then," And he pinches the shell of your ear for emphasis, inciting an annoyed yelp from you. Your closeness with each other allowed for these moments of snarky exchanges, with you having only seen this side of him when he's with his younger brother.

"Fine!" You swat away his hand, burying your head into the parchment of the book as you poorly attempt to hide the small smile breaking upon your lips. You felt like a child, getting so worked up from the smallest attention from your crush. He waits for you patiently, still posed lazily but you didn't need to doubt the fact you had his attention. So, you read, your voice ringing in the empty room as you made the attempt to sound a little more engaging to impress the man lying beside you. You haven't read in a while, most hobbies that didn't benefit the crew being put in the back burner. You felt it to be embarrassing if you stumbled with your words, even though you knew Ace would be the last person on Earth to ever judge you for it.

"I long for you; I who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you." It's a break of silence, your breath stuck in your throat as you mull over the words. Whether Ace catches on to the hitch in your voice, you don't know. He instead lowly whistles.

"These writers sure talk about deep stuff," He comments lamely and you're a little hurt by the slight disinterest you cached in his tone.

"I think it's romantic," you say quietly, and he doesn't respond. "These are words that were wretched out from the depth of someone's heart."

A pause.

"Sounds like you have a really good understanding of what he's talking about, huh?" Ace speaks, a little gentler and you almost don't catch onto the slight sheepishness in his demeanor. You tear your eyes away from the book, finally looking into the ember irises of the lounging man.

"Better than you can," you merely give him a wry smile, gently shutting the hardcover of the novel. The weight on the bed disappears and Ace wonders why it's suddenly much colder in the bunk room. That night, he tosses and turns and contemplates the memory of the empty smile on your lips. Truly, what would he know of longing?

𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬

pairing: zoro x fem!reader cw: none, just fluff! woke up to rain and just wanted to write a quick little something with a soft zoro wc: 515

the pitter pattering of the rain onto the wooden deck of the sunny echoed throughout the girl's cabin.

it's just you in the large room, with nami off keeping watch and robin doing some late night studying in the library.

your breaths are deep and even, the rocking of the ship and chill air lulling you into a deep slumber. blanket pulled high, you're blissfully unaware of the world around you.

a shiver runs through you as the cold manages to reach your skin, your eyes barely able to crack open. the soft fabric of your blanket is peeled away for a fraction of a second, mattress dipping with an added weight.

had it been any other person, you would've stiffened or sat up, but your body knows.

"it's just me." comes that familiar voice, deep and dark with just enough roughness to make your head spin. "sleep."

the cold is quickly replaced by something warmer- strong arms that never cease to make you feel anything less than cherished. safe.

it's never just him. zoro's presence is demanding and all consuming, so easy to drown in.

yet, you jump in time and time again.

instinctively, your arms wrap around him. his muscles relax almost immediately as your fingers dance along the warm skin, a deep sigh sliding past his lips.

your swordsman accepts each touch and praise that you bestow upon him, even if he thinks he is undeserving of them. it's rare that he seeks you out like this, cradling you with a softness that contrasts with his usual brutish and reckless self.

it's enough for you to raise your head, fighting against the thick tendrils of sleep that threaten to pull you back into unconsciousness.

brushing your nose against his cheek, you can't help but ask. "everything okay, zo'?"

he loves it. he hates it. you read him as if he's a damn book, seeing past his furrowed brows and light scoff like they're glass.

"stop your worrying, woman." is his response, the words rumbling in his chest.

it's not quite the truth, but he's confident that he can handle things himself. he sees no reason to plague you with his scars, even if he knows you'd take them without hesitation.

right now, he just needs this. needs you.

he tilts his chin upwards, resting it atop your head and ushering you to rest your face in the crook of his neck. a small smirk curls at his lips when he hears your disgruntled whine, one of his hands slipping under your shirt to ground himself by feeling your bare flesh against his own.

the sound of his heartbeat and the falling rain has your head feeling heavy. his rough palm runs slowly up and down your back, a reassuring gesture that he hopes conveys just how much he values your presence.

"hey." zoro knows you'll probably continue to worry, so he relents. already his mood is lifted, his warrior spirit sparking to life at the thought of having you by his side for the battles to come. "i'm fine now."

haircut (zoro x reader)

zoro cuts your hair. it goes about as well as you'd expect.

part of the artist!reader continuity, but can be read as a standalone!

wc: 992 masterlist || kofi (commissions open!)

Zoro cutting your hair had never been a problem before—in fact it simplified things quite a bit.  The result was never professional, but he used his sword to slice off your dead ends with precision and left you feeling rejuvenated and buzzing with glee, tickled pink that your partner took the time out of his busy training schedule to fix your hair for you.

However, today was different—today, you wanted bangs.

Brow furrowed in concentration, Zoro starts first by giving you a shorter cut than normal; tired of tangles and knots, you wanted him to cut your long, nearly waist-length hair to your shoulders for convenience, but he was not as precise as usual, and your ends currently sat around your collarbone.  Tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth, he sizes you up before making a cut in the middle of your hair with the tip of his sword to create bangs.

Tresses of hair flutter down onto the deck, and you hold in a breath, hoping that your new style will be as flattering as it is practical.  The bangs are too long—you can feel it as the hair flutters on top of your eyes, but you trust Zoro that the cut he made was even.  He looks satisfied with his work, and you beam at him and thank him, ready to stand up and go admire your new look in the bathroom mirror, until Nami walks by, catches one glimpse of you, and shrieks.

“What did you do to her, Zoro?” she exclaims, nearly dropping the drink in her hand as she stares at you, jaw agape.  A clatter in the kitchen rang out as the cook reacts to his precious Nami’s scream, while Zoro nonchalantly tells the navigator to calm down.

“Look at her!” she shouts, gesturing towards the hack job on your head, making you more nervous by the minute.  “Are you seriously gonna let her walk around like that?”

“I don’t see what you mean.  She looks fine.” he says, stubbornly crossing his arms, unable to accept any criticism of his work.  Nami grits her teeth and is about to give him a stronger, more acerbic response, but is interrupted by Sanji’s voice ringing through the air.

“Nami!  What’s wrong my beautiful, sweet, perfect—”

His words are cut off as he catches sight of you, still sitting in your chair, lopsided bangs and unevenly cut hair framing your face.

“I’ll go get my scissors.” he says, eerily calm as he starts to walk back towards the mens’ quarters.

“No need, moron, I can finish the job from here—" Zoro calls after him, reaching for his sword once more and lining it up with your shoulder.

“Don’t you dare!” Nami yells, pounding her fist on the top of his head, making him yowl in pain.

When Sanji returns, he brings with him a small bag of cosmetology tools, and prepares to remedy the mess on your head.

“Is it really that bad?” you say, voice laced with trepidation, suddenly very anxious at not being able to see a mirror.

Zoro gives you a firm no, which is overridden by a simultaneous yes from Nami and Sanji.

“Don’t worry sunshine, I’m going to fix this for you.” the cook reassures you, starting first by evening out your bangs; you sigh in relief that Zoro had left them on the longer side, making it much easier for Sanji to work his magic and cut them properly.

“The hell are you doing?  You’re gonna cut her bangs off—” Zoro growls as the cook holds a section of your bangs between his texturing scissors, about to make a cut through the combed blades.

“It’s a texturing tool, mosshead.  I’m thinning them out.” he bites back, annoyed, snipping at your locks and leaving small pieces behind on the towel draped around your front.

Sanji frowns, looking at the nearly foot long tresses covering the ground around you.  “It’s a shame, getting rid of hair as healthy and beautiful as this; I don’t want to alarm you, but it’s quite short now.” he says gingerly.

A sigh escapes your lips, annoyed that he thought Zoro was so incompetent as to accidentally chop off such a large portion of your hair without you asking for it first.  “I know,” you say, raking your fingers through your locks, smiling at the novel sense of lightness after shedding the weight of your longer hair, “I want it shoulder length, can you trim it a bit more?”

“Certainly, dear.” he says with a smile, stepping back to assess the state of your ends before jumping into trim them to the proper length and add some layers to frame your face.

“You’re taking forever.” Zoro says dryly; annoyed that his role as your hairdresser had been stripped from him, he’s standing over the cook’s shoulder, as if he was waiting for him to make a misstep.

Sanji rolls his eyes, too focused to take the bait for a larger bickering match.  “Hair as fine and delicate as this deserves proper attention.” he snaps back, unable to hide the smirk as he sees Zoro’s hand go for the hilt of his swords out of the corner of his eye.

Though the process is delayed by petty arguments between your partner and the cook, the eventual end result is stunning—more so than you could have imagined.  It feels fresh, and free, and frames your features in all the right ways; it suits you, and makes you feel more yourself than you have in a while. 

And though he was clumsy and haphazard while cutting your hair, and grumbles about the cook taking over his job, he can’t help himself from running his fingers through your locks more often than usual.

Even if he prefers cutting it himself, he’d be lying if he tried to deny that your haircut is nothing short of gorgeous.

love language

ft. opla!zoro and opla!sanji

zoro.

he’s never been one for loud proclamations of love — or really loud proclamations of anything (other than maybe becoming the world’s greatest swordsman, but even then) — because to him, actions have always spoken louder than words; so he tells you in not so many words but in ever so many actions — in the way he’s always half a step behind you, his arm close enough to brush against yours, his eyes scanning the city street, the restaurant, the skyline of a furtive, dream-scape sea, for any kind of harm that might befall you; in the way he presses a palm to the small of your back, or the way he instinctively moves to stand between you and anything he deems a threat; in the way he smiles when he watches you, an implicit, helpless thing; in the way that everyone can see it but himself, and he’d deny it if ever asked, but in the softness of his body whenever you’re near (because soft isn’t a thing he’s ever been terribly good at, but with you… it never feels as hard as it once seemed); in the way he knows you by the sound of your footsteps, the rhythm of your breaths, the cadence of your heartbeat when you’re happy or scared or nervous; in the hawk-like way he refuses to let you out of his sight, even if he knows the stupid cook will tease him about it for weeks to come; in the way he falls asleep next to you, closes his eyes and knows that this is what safety feels like, and that trust like love, doesn’t come easy, but with, it’ll always, always be here.

sanji.

he is ever the one for loud declarations of love, the loudest and most declarative — because he believes that there’s power in words and power in saying the words out loud — because to him, a promise isn’t a promise till it’s a promise said, and he promises to love you every day, and in every way he knows how — he tells you in the mornings, whispers it into your ear as he kisses you awake, offers you breakfast on a silver platter; he tells you about the menu for the day, asks if you’d prefer a white or a red wine with lunch, muses that since it’ll be mostly seafood, white would be better but… he’ll decant whichever one you want; he tells you in the afternoons, wrapping his arms around your middle to pulls you back into his chest, pressing soft kisses into the crook of your neck, holding you all the tighter when you giggle and try to wriggle out of his grasp; he tells you when he calls you his ‘dream’, his ‘angel’, his ‘sun and moon and stars’; he tells you in the quiet that lapses between you when you help him clean up after dinner, after dessert’s been had and all the wine’s been drunk; he tells you with his lips on yours, with the way he pours himself into you, harsh and almost reckless, because he doesn’t know any other way to fall in love, any other way to tell you just how much you mean to him other than to, well, tell you like this.

The scene displayed in front of Zoro was foreign to him– your hair pulled back with a fuzzy headband, your face seemingly glowing from the various skincare products you had applied. He’s never paid much attention to his own hygiene and skincare, as evident by the week long showerless escapades. 

You had convinced him to try it out, throwing him a tube of face wash that smelled of something vaguely citrusy. Despite his grumbling, he did as you asked, feeling the water and cleanser wash away the grime of the day. When he turned to you, he saw a face mask in hand, the playful smile on your lips suggesting that he is not stopping at just face wash.

Zoro sat down on the closed toilet seat, his muscles tense with unease. You stood between his legs, and he watched as you worked with a quiet fascination, but it was hard to keep his cool when you were so close to him. 

Your touch was gentle as you spread the mask over his cheeks and forehead, taking care to avoid sensitive areas. The proximity sent his heart pounding, and Zoro was internally grateful for the mask, since right below it, his cheeks burned a fiery crimson that only you could manage to pull from him. He couldn’t help but steal glances at you every so often. From this angle, so close, you looked even more captivating, and every detail of your face seemed to be magnified.

He could point out every little detail– the curve of your lips, the sparkle in your eyes, the way your hair framed your face– and trust him, he has committed every detail to memory. Seeing you up close like this was as if he was seeing you for the first time– at least, that's what it felt like. Truly, it is moments like these that reveals just how Zoro obsessively adores you, much beyond infatuation.