•|•Zoro and Sanji•|•

The evening sun sank slowly into the clouds over Wano, painting the river in crimson hues. Roronoa Zoro, a wandering samurai without a goal or a 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.

The procession of courtesans had begun.

Zoro intended to walk past, indifferent to the festive bustle, when suddenly the crowd froze. In the center of the procession walked a young woman whose beauty instantly captured every eye. She wore a luxurious scarlet kimono embroidered with gold threads, and red flower buds bloomed in her light hair, styled in an intricate arrangement. Long bangs fell gracefully to one side, revealing delicate features and the thoughtful, slightly sad gaze of blue eyes.

She moved with incredible grace, but there was no arrogance in her gestures—only a quiet, mesmerizing melancholy.

Zoro froze. All the noise of the street, the shouts of merchants, and the music of instruments vanished in an instant. The heart of the stern swordsman, which had previously known nothing but the ring of steel, skipped a beat. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the stranger, feeling a strange, unfamiliar excitement rising in his throat.

As she drew level with the bridge, a light gust of wind swept up pink sakura petals, causing her to close her eyes for a second.

Zoro abruptly turned away, feeling a deep blush flood his face. The samurai hastily pressed his fist to his lips, trying to hide his embarrassment and cope with his wildly pounding heart. He—a formidable warrior accustomed to looking danger in the eye—was completely disarmed by a single fleeting smile from the beautiful blonde.

(You are female Sanji)

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