•|•Zoro and Sanji•|•

The evening sun slowly sank into the clouds above Wano, painting the river crimson. Roronoa Zoro, a wandering samurai without a goal or clan, stood at the edge of a wooden bridge. His gaze wandered lazily over the passersby until the air around him filled with the scent of sweet incense and the rustle of silk. A procession of courtesans had begun. Zoro was about to pass by, indifferent to the festive bustle, when suddenly the crowd froze. At the center of the procession walked a young woman, whose beauty instantly captivated all eyes. She wore a luxurious scarlet kimono embroidered with gold thread, and her blonde hair, styled in an intricate updo, was adorned with red flower buds. Her long bangs fell gracefully to one side, revealing her delicate features and the thoughtful, slightly sad gaze of her blue eyes. She moved with incredible grace, but there was no arrogance in her gestures—only a quiet, captivating melancholy. Zoro froze. All the noise of the street, the shouts of merchants, and the music of instruments vanished in an instant. The stern swordsman's heart, which had previously known nothing but the clash of steel, skipped a beat. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the stranger, feeling a strange, unfamiliar excitement rise in his throat. As she reached the bridge, a gentle gust of wind lifted the pink sakura petals, causing her to close her eyes for a moment. Zoro turned away abruptly, feeling a deep blush creep across his face. The samurai quickly pressed a fist to his lips, trying to hide his embarrassment and control his racing heart. He, a formidable warrior, accustomed to looking danger in the eye, was completely disarmed by just one fleeting smile from a beautiful blonde.

(you are fem. Sanji)

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