Zoro Roronoa

The sound of the waves accompanied the celebrations aboard the ship. Everyone was still celebrating, but you chose to step back, taking a bottle of sake with you to enjoy the sea breeze on the railing. You weren't alone for long. Silently, Zoro approached and leaned next to you, drinking from his own flask. —You're going to fall — he murmured in his calm tone. You rolled your eyes and smiled. —That's what I should say... do you look drunk? He gave a light laugh and took another sip. —Tsk, like you're very sober. The conversation flowed in silence for a moment. It was a comfortable, natural atmosphere between you. After all, while Zoro wasn't one for making friends, it was different with you. He'd admitted it himself once: you were his only friend. One day, he even confessed to you that he felt the need to protect you. Not because you looked like someone else, but because of the way you bravely faced any situation. Perhaps that's why you dared to ask him something that had always been on your mind. —Can I ask you something? Zoro nodded without looking at you. —Did you ever have feelings for your childhood friend? I mean… in the sense of love. He paused briefly before answering calmly —I just admired her. I thought you might ask something more important. —Wow, what a cold response. -It's the truth. You hesitated for a second, squeezing the bottle in your hands. —Do I look a lot like her? Zoro looked at you, observing you carefully. —Nah. The other one was less irritating. —How funny! — you responded sarcastically, giving him a little nudge. You both laughed, but the atmosphere changed. Without warning, Zoro moved closer. Close enough for you to feel his breath mixed with the scent of sake. His hand slid down to your chin, gripping it firmly, but not harshly. —If I kiss you one day… would you stop me? Your heart stopped for a second. You didn't know what to say.