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CHARACTER SHEETS OF ITADORI YUUJI, FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, KUGISAKI NOBARA AND GOJO SATORU ⭐
synopsis: zoro's inexplicable feelings for the crew's newest member leave him a flushed and confused mess. he can't eat, he can't sleep, he can't think... and he can't possibly talk to her.
cw: fluffy fluff, comfort, (nsfw in pt. 2), zoro is emotionally constipated, reader's a sweetheart, girl talk, zoro is so adorable i cant, i love making him awkward
a/n: tried to be a bit more prosey lol <3 literally why i had to split this it would've been entirely too long (pt 2 is gonna be even longer tho sigh)
Zoro's appearance was deceiving.
He was an imposing figure among his fellow members of the Strawhat crew; people would often think twice before approaching him.
Some would claim it was all about his look: his glare—a look that would feel like a stab the moment it settled upon oneself.
Immobilizing, evoking uneasiness, as if in them there was an unforgiving tint that would petrify.
Moreover, the scars littered all over him—one of them rested across his chest, elongated along his clavicle and stretched well past his hip—were not only marks of his chivalry, his bravery, but also marks that warned others about his fierceness, about his staggering strength.
He was threatening to be around, to say the least.
Still, as rough, relentless, and brutal as he could be, even the roughest stones can be smoothed over time.
Yet achieving such a thing is no easy task at all.
Not for everyone, at least.
"You're in love, Zoro." Robin, the ship's archaeologist, had been the first one to point it out to him, the expression of the swordsman contorting into one of surprise.
It did not dawn on him until that very same moment.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He grumbled, turning away from her gaze, whose smile did not waver in the slightest—but instead it deepened.
Frustration took over Zoro as he bit the inside of his cheek—he could not handle himself.
Being in love... it was rare, at some point even displeasing.
This, the fact that he could not deny it, that he could not help the warmth taking over his cheeks, that his heart would do nothing but race in his chest at the sole mention of you.
He blamed himself for acting so helpless, for turning ever-so hazy at the thought of you.
But he couldn't help it, to grow fond of that very same softness.
It was corny, yes, but what could he do against it?
That day, he struggled to sleep throughout the whole night, restlessly gazing up at the ceiling, in consideration to his feelings and the great dilemma of what to do with them.
A thirst that began to become so eloquent that he could no longer turn a blind eye on it—that he could to turn a blind eye on you anymore; because the once glances turned into gazing with undeniable longing and admiration.
Soon enough, you would reign over every minute of his life—in thoughts, in feelings that would dwell in his mind.
Love sickness, one could conclude, but also the impotence of not being able to do anything beyond that because, even if he accepted his feelings for you, the uncertainty of you doing the same was offsetting to him.
Maybe you'd never look at him that way, maybe it is just a silly crush weakening a heart that should only beat with the motivation to fight and protect, and nothing more than that.
But then, again, what is the motivation for protection?
To protect there needed to be a resolution, and the resolution to protect almost always derives from love.
Love is inevitable, love is everywhere.
Love can come in all shapes and colors.
But then again, this is the first time it had ever come to him in this way.
His resolution to fight, once for his dream, once for his friends, soon enough began to include you into the same picture, and even if not at a higher priority, it became his motivation during training, during meditation.
And with that meditation, with deep introspection, he began to reason; if there was a time you would open your heart up, would it be for him?
Would there be any chance?
But then, why would you?
What makes him worthy of you, after all?
But even if he talked himself into you never looking at him, he could never fight the fact that he was so head over heels over you—the feeling did not diminish at the end, but doubled.
And so Zoro began to die of thirst, and the drought could only intensify over the time and, the more he thought about your beauty, your smile, your presence, your voice, he could not help himself—it felt as if his hands were tied, and it was inevitable for him to not just surrender to the feeling.
Nami thought all of this was cute to see from the outside—Zoro was just helpless when it came to women: Every time he would be approached, he just couldn't bear the fluster invading every single corner of his body.
In fact, she, as your longest and closest friend on the crew, was the first to notice and tell you.
Fed by the way he behaved towards you, she couldn't stop herself from wanting to give him a push.
In her morning stroll across the Sunny, she spotted you sunbathing on the deck, and decided to join you.
"What's with that smile?" You knew the redhead well enough to know that with that smile came mischief.
"Noooothing..."
But you knew it was written all over her features, and so you raised an eyebrow at her.
She was up to something.
"I don't believe youuuuu..." You sang, mimicking her, which made your friend burst into a giggle.
And that was the moment she told you.
The Strawhat's swordsman was in love with you.
To be honest, Zoro was no more than fellow crewmate to you, even if you deemed him handsome in all his roughness, yet never did feed that thought beyond fantasy.
When Nami told you, she had pointed out a truth that, up to now, had remained unbeknownst to you, mistaking his indeed love for you by shyness of being around women.
"How do you know all of this?" You asked her, heart shaken up at such an unexpected confession.
But Nami just pressed a finger to her lips, giggling and shaking her head.
There was something more important than thinking about the way she found out.
There was a fiber in you that had been moved, something that tingled within you with this information.
You thought about him, but now his image held something more than just being the ship's swordsman.
There was something different now in your perception of him, something that led a wave of fuzziness to bubble in your gut.
"Y-you thinks he likes... me?" You pointed to yourself, blinking in disbelief.
Her eyes sparkled with sincerity—not to say that Nami was a dishonest person.
You knew she would never lie, even more now that she indeed found you two compatible.
"It's obvious!" she retorted, giggling, "Don't you see how he is around you?"
"He's always like that with women. He's... awkward?" you asked, still surprised.
"It's different," she emphasized; she knew for a fact—Robin, another one who rooted for you and the swordsman—that he would ask about you, or do things so his care for you would be implied.
Robin, in all her kindness, saw the goodness in Zoro, and knew that he could be the right one.
Nami agreed with her, claiming that your warmth and your sweetness was one to get easily attached to.
"Besides, he's aaalways looking at you," she nudged you, squealing in excitement. "Always asking about you..."
She trailed off, but by the time you could ask her what she meant by that, she had already dashed away, her excuse being that she had promised to meet up with Usopp.
And ever since that moment, you began to ponder her hypothesis: you became observant, attentive.
You started talking to Robin about it, and all the proof had seemed to turn toward the conjecture of the ship's navigator being true.
So you began glancing more his way, gaining another perspective from the swordsman.
Firstly, with curiosity, then with something more: a feeling that would tingle in your stomach when reciprocating glances that he would break no sooner he realized your sight on his.
To you, seeing the heat spread on his cheeks was absolutely heart-warming, and no matter how much anyone tried to reassure him, Zoro would slur out an excuse and walk away so he could finally breathe.
Adorable—that was what he looked like to you.
And so you began to fall for him.
Yet few were the moments in which you could actually get closer, and you wished it would escalate to more than just stolen glances.
But rescues, training, liberating—a plethora of other circumstances—would always get in the way of you two.
But, even so, no obstacle was as hard to sort as his awkwardness.
Zoro was aware of that, and often wished he could just "grow a pair", as Sanji would tell him and gain the courage to approach you, yet to no avail.
Helpless, it would all end in a what if, something he dreaded, but also something he could do little about.
Knowing this, frustration would take over your chest, an oppression that would become hard to ignore as you watched him turn every time he thought about coming closer.
Watching him had begun to become impossible, to the point that yearning would be unbearable.
A moment with someone you love is always difficult, yes, and even more in this case.
But at the sight of the circumstances, it was up to you to make the first move.
Making a move and praying it worked.
One good day, you woke up feeling lonely; feelings had been escalating to the point that, now, the ardor, the desire for your now favorite swordsman burned in your skin, and you found yourself missing him.
Missing him so much, that not just a glance could calm you, nor the monosyllabic responses of his.
Nami came to wake you up, staring with surprise at the fact you were already long awake before her arrival, given your habit of oversleeping.
There was a wide smile on your face as you finally got to go outside, breakfast having already been served, which you ate fast before before heading off to your chores.
"Think I'll train with Zoro today."
The few stragglers still in the kitchen—Brook, Usopp, and Robin—turned to each other as they wondered whether you were all right; judging by your large grin, and the way you were behaving—shining even brighter than usual.
The answer was obvious:
You were not all right.
And Zoro didn't expect any of this, of course.
He was, like every other day, completing another ruthless training session—starting by endurance training, followed by weight room, finishing with meditation.
Being in a constant state of go often helped him take a break from his insistent, lovesick heart—at least for a moment.
However, as he could not gather any sleep lately, he'd grown even less lenient than usual.
He kept his training harsh, curiously resembling a certain gloomy warlord when practicing his swings, or glaring at interlopers in his count.
Though, a tap to his arm from behind took him by surprise, and when he turned, he swore the air ceased to flow into his lungs.
"Hey."
He could barely stammer a greeting back at you after that; it was the first time—or at least one of the first times—that he was this close to you.
It was the first time that he got to see your beautiful eyes gleaming as you looked right at him; the first time that he got to see your smile spread for him.
It was the first time that he could see you early in the morning, where the sun shone right upon you, highlighting your breathtaking self to the point that his heartbeat turned erratic.
"Training extra hard today, I see..."
Your lips curved upwards in a bright grin while a faint wave of heat crept up your cheeks, you internally praying he didn't see—the swordsman was too busy trying to get his soul to come back to his body to notice, though.
From every single thing that could take him by surprise, this was one of the most unforeseeen to him.
Of course, he would wish and long for just a minute in which he could see you, his gaze often looking for you even if he did not want to.
You were so bright, so...
...Pretty.
Zoro felt as if his throat was closing.
The summer sun felt even more boiling on his stinging face—face that he might have been unaware had turned undeniably red.
Awkwardness immediately took over him, and so he did really forget how to utter a word correctly, without stumbling.
You did not miss any of this; it was obvious—you wanted to believe it was—and that got your heart fluttering.
"Yeah," he blurted, unable to look away from you, when he normally would.
But, how could he even look away, if any time you were around, even if you were unaware, his gaze was always upon you?
It was as if, out of reflex, he had trained himself unconsciously to look in the direction of his heart.
Of course.
"Mind if I join you?"
The question took him aback, and if he had been petrified before, he now stood as stiff as a tower.
Joining him?
You... wanted to join him?
Which meant staying until late afternoon with him?
Which meant staying together, which meant being close to one another—
—Oh, shit.
A nod left him without much of a second thought; it was faint, but overt.
It didn't fail to make you giggle.
You knew you were right to like him, and just how obvious he was with his non-verbal language could only make your heart race.
"All right, then!" you beamed, tugging a hair tie off your wrist and pulling up your hair. "You gonna show me the ropes?"
You turned to Zoro, oblivious to the leverage you had, even more so when your gaze laid ever-so charmingly on the swordsman.
However, before he could respond, some of your crewmates—Usopp, Brook, and Franky—had been unlucky enough to be caught by said swordsman in the middle of their giggling.
Whether at you, or at his helplessness, he was unsure, until his gaze flickered to them—to which they had been quick to turn away.
"What's so damn funny, huh?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it had lowered several octaves to the point that it came across as a deep hiss—needless to say, this was enough of a threat.
You, ever oblivious to what was going on, pressed your lips into a thin line in order to stifle a laugh.
It was indeed cute to see how he could assert such dominance and fear.
Your poor, terrified crewmates were quick to run and begin their chores, since it was known that Roronoa Zoro's threats were not empty ones.
So, while everyone began to scatter, the awkward silence arose once more.
Zoro tried hard to keep his gaze away from you, tried to distract himself with the workout he was supposed to be doing—but even so, you could still sense how tense he was.
"Beautiful day, isn't it?" You spoke up eventually, a while after your training had begun.
There came once again your attempt to break the ice.
At first, it was a strenuous task, his answers coming in single syllables and mumbling until, as the day progressed, he would untense, and allow your conversation to develop into something more fluent, more relaxed.
Zoro eventually found himself being more verbose as you continued.
Whether it was getting used to being near you or just being partially focused on completing his training, he actually felt at ease with you, comfortable.
All of these feelings combined, plus the sight of you laughing—or just being, in general—made the feelings he kept for you bloom even more.
The same could be said about you, as well.
As he spoke, you couldn't help but allow yourself to memorize every one of his details.
The way the tip of his eye scar wrinkled as he talked, or the way he would hold back the desire to look at you—even at times it would be inevitable to do so.
Or the way that whenever he talked, there was a flicker of his eye, going down, then up, then back on you.
Or the way in which, from time to time, his lips would curve upwards into brief smiles that were ever-so heartwarming.
He showed himself genuinely to you, and this made you fall for him even more.
Which only made you want things to escalate more.
Were you nervous? Of course.
But your nervous heart commanded your movements, your actions, your words, forcing bits of excitement to bleed into your voice and make it crack in the slightest as you spoke.
And so, what was first deemed new soon enough turned into regular, and Zoro would even find himself delaying his training for you, waiting so you two could chat together, even go for a walk together.
Just like the day it happened.
some men are made to suffer
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Luffy has a specific face he makes whenever he accidentally no-sells an attack
beach ep but none of them can swim
❄ day 1 - first snow, getting soaked, “your hands are so cold” ❄ fandom/character(s) - one piece - sanji x reader ❄ warnings - fluff, no beta reader, use of terms like “princess” otherwise mostly gender neutral, no ending ❄ word count: 2.4k
this is the first day of the @12daysofchristmas challenge. this rushed asf and not edited. sorry no ending lmao, i had an ending in mind but If i stared at this any longer i was gonna bang my head against my keyboard :) tomorrow's zoro, so stay tuned! check out here to read more
The Sunny rocked in the gentle evening breeze, the sun retreated behind the horizon. Purple and orange hues stretched across the galley. A book laid heavy in your lap as you relaxed with the remnants of the crew after dinner. You had means to finish a chapter before you wound down. But, the rare, sweet peace made your body feel like lead. The soothing song of clinking dishes, muffled snoring, and soft scribbling filled the space with a cozy air. Since you joined the merry-band of pirates, you quickly learned that times of silence were few and far between. You wouldn’t dare disturb it.
Nami hunched over her logbook next to you, charting a map with fervor. On the other side, Luffy rested on your shoulder. Food crumbs were scattered across his drooling mouth as he slept. Across the way, Sanji hummed a soft tune as he flitted around the room. The song pulled you in and with each note, you found yourself lost in thought, rereading the same words over again.
From the corner of your eye, you felt the cook’s lingering gaze on you. Not that it bothered you; it gave you another reason to abandon your book. You both were playing a silent game 一 a game you had been playing for weeks. A game he was failing miserably at.
Your eyes lock again for a moment, the darkened cerulean meeting yours with uncertain curiosity.
You raised a playful brow, letting your eyes wander. His neck and jaw tightened, a splatter of red rising to his ears as his adam’s apple wavered in his throat. His tune faltered, and he quickly glanced away, fumbling with the cutlery he had in hand. You feel a chill run down your spine, trying to quell the trail of goosebumps on your arm.
Nami let out a groan, looking at the porthole behind you. The wind rattled against the glass, and Luffy stirred, pressing closer to you for warmth.
"We're getting close to a winter island,” she announced, tapping her pen to the journal. "Expect snow in the morning."
“Snow?” you felt your heart flip in your chest, excitement rising in your voice. “Like a lot of it?”
“...That’s right,” Nami smiled, pushing her glasses up the brim of her nose. “Should’ve remembered snow isn’t common for you.”
“Does frosted grass count?” you offer sheepishly.
Sanji chuckle grabbed your attention as he approached with a folded blanket tucked beneath his arm.
“Here, you’ll be needing this, then,” He hands the soft fleece to you and you reach out, gentle fingers brushing yours. It was a quick, unassuming exchange. You stare at the crisp white linen of his shirt ruffled at the cuff, straining under his toned arm.
“I would hate to see you catch a chill,” He looks up at the ceiling, avoiding your eyes. He cleared his throat and whipped around, busying himself again. You mumble a weak ‘thank you’, ignoring how your fingers still burn from the feathered touch. You shimmy the warm fleece over you and Luffy’s shoulder. It smelled like smoked tobacco and vanilla extract, and you pushed the urge down to bury your nose in the fabric.
He turned to an unimpressed Nami. “Guessing soup or stew for tomorrow?”
“Soup?” Your insatiable Captain groans in his sleep, a dazed smile playing on his drooling lips.
Nami scoffed, rolling her eyes. A pen flies through the air and hits Luffy square between the eyes.
“Ow..! What was that for?” He croaked blearily, rubbing his head.
“All you ever think about is food, I bet you were dreaming about it too.” She chides, closing her journal with a soft thud, collecting her things. “Come on, time for bed. Tell the others about the snow.”
“It’s snowing?!” Luffy boomed, soaring up, wide-eyed with joy. The blanket fell off your once-taken shoulder.
“Not now, later.” Nami re-iterated with annoyance. “Come on,”
“Night, you two,” “G’Night guys!”
And with that, the galleyway soon was draped in another tranquil silence. With how cold the temperature was dropping, you wouldn’t have been surprised if it was snowing right now. You pull the blanket towards you closer, brain racing with the promises of a new experience tomorrow. You had joined the straw hats out of desperation for adventure, to see the world for more than what your tropical island could offer. Now, it felt like it was finally paying off.
“Excited?” Sanji’s voice jerked you out of your thoughts. You look up, watching him polish spoons like second nature, blonde hair falling like golden silk in front of his eyes.
“Uh- yeah, ” You mumbled into the fleece, burying yourself further. “I guess you say that,”
“Come on,” He throws the towel over his shoulder, voice low and teasing, “ indulge me, sweetheart.”
Ignoring the way your stomach flips at the deep rumble of his voice, you give in.
“I dunno, it’s just,” You admit, shifting in your seat, “There’s only so much reading you can do before you wonder what it would be, ya’know?” You stare down at the forgotten book, closing it and placing it on the table.
“I think I get what you mean,” The tenderness in his voice caught you off guard as he continued. “-beauty like that you can only witness in person, no words would do it justice,” When you meet his kind gaze again, your mind goes blank, and you have to remember how to breathe.
“S-so true,” You cleared your throat, mouth impossibly dry. “Well, u-uh, let me get ready for bed, I want to be the first one up!” You jumped up, the blanket forgotten on the bench as the pen in your lap clattered to the ground. You scuttled quickly out the galley way with a rushed ‘good night!’, leaving Sanji as the last one standing.
Sanji blinked, and sighed, staring at the door where you had left. His shoulders drooped low at the brief, sweet moment. He fished in his pocket for a cigarette, shaking his head. He lit the cigarette and watched hot smoke curl in the cool air. He lets his mind wander to the promise of tomorrow, the promise of seeing you again.
“Goodnight, Princess.” He murmured out to the empty room.
-
That chilly night you tossed and turned. Even as your body thrummed with hot adrenaline, you shivered. As much as you tried to bundle yourself deeper into your blankets, the cold seeped into your bones. Your nose and cheeks burned from the chill. You stared out the porthole, watching the clear black of night until you drifted off to sleep.
-
You wake up with a start. Bright white light shines in, and you look over at the others, who are still fast asleep. Nami’s soft snores and Robin’s even breathing are muffled by their blankets. You slowly peel the covers away, hissing at the cold that bites your skin. Excited breaths plume in the air like smoke, as you tip-toe slowly out the room. Opening the door, the sight blows you away, air escaping your lungs. You didn’t think it would be this magnificent. Soft snow covered the tops of everything in a thick layer of bright white made you squint. The rising sun shot gorgeous rays of yellow across the falling snow, sparkling in the morning light.
An icy blast of cool wet air brushes past your legs and feet, and you quickly shut the door to not disturb the women sleeping. Your barren feet take their first steps onto the deck, and you barely can contain your excitement with each skip you take down towards mens quarters, you couldn’t be the only person to witness this. Thinking back to your conversation with Sanji last night, heat fills your body even as your toes begin to turn numb.
Fresh footprints lead you to the door, and you quickly slip inside. enveloped in a loud chorus of groans and snores. You scan the room as your feet heat up on the solid wood. You tiptoed over Zoro and Chopper who huddled for warmth. Past Usopp and Luffy’s hammock, you looked for a tuft of blonde hair with no luck. You cursed under your breath. He must be up already, you thought. You turn behind, looking at your sleeping Captain.
Guess he would do. You poke at his cheek softly.
“Pstt.. Luffy..” He groaned, swatting your finger away and turned over. You shake him this time, watching his head jostle around. “wake up, it's snowing, come o-”
“SNOW?!” His eyes shoot open, screaming at the top of his lungs. The rest of the cabin jumped up with a bewildered confusion. Before you could apologize, Luffy was grabbing Usopp by the nose and you by the wrist, pulling you out onto the deck.
-
You screamed as you skipped around the deck. The snow crunched under your feet, the frigid air biting your exposed skin as soaked in the new sensation. You squeal as you flounce around,the fresh snow upturned by each step.
-
Sanji watched from the doorway curiously, and he couldn’t help the cheesy smile stretching his face. God, you were gorgeous like this, He thought. He watched you play in the snow with wonderment, Luffy and Usopp’s cheers muffled in the background. How could he deny himself with the pleasure of watching you? You were like a dream, something he was convinced he conjured in his brain to torture himself with.
All night, he was awake, picturing your first moments in the winter, how you would glow against the snow. How the snowflakes would fall on your eyelashes, begging him to swipe them away. He imagined would be able to provide you with warmth after a day of reliving your childhood anyway you needed him to, if you willed it. These thoughts plagued him well into the night, till the sun threatened to peek over the horizon as he watched out the port hole as it began to fog over with frost, too late into the morning to fall asleep. He rubbed his tired eyes, the sight of you absolutely vibrant with joy fueling his exhausted and needy heart.
Even with his answered prayers, he couldn’t help but worry about your lack of clothes. Where the hell were your coat and shoes? He worried on his bottom lip, glancing at the ice bitten soles of your feet, trying to keep his eyes away from the way your shirt rode up with every leap forward.
Had he been careless? He felt responsible for your lack of winter preparedness. His brows furled in worry as he watched you slip onto your back.
His stomach dropped. He vaulted over the railing, dress shoes sinking into the frigid snow. With each determined flounce towards you, his socks became sodden with cold water.
“You alright, gorgeous? Where’s your coat and shoes?” He flits above you nervously, his shallow breaths fogging in the crisp winter air.
“You’ll freeze solid in this weathe-” He was cut off by your floaty laughter, his heart seized and banged rapidly against his ribs.
“This is so much fun,” You laughed, arms outstretched as you made snow angels below him, beaming with happiness. “Join me Sanji!”
His brain was short-circuiting as he stood there with his mouth agape. Everything in his body wanted to get him into the snow next to you, to bury his hands into your side and roll around in the fluff, but looking at your bright red palms made him stop.
“No, We need to get ready first, up you go,” He holds out a hand, and you whine in protest, but begrudgingly take his hand. He hisses at the soft cold hand, clasping it gently as he pulls you up.
“Your hands are so cold...” He murmured. Without thought, he rubs your fingers softly in his hand, his curly eyebrows furrowing. A chill runs through your spine, but you feel like you're sweating at the soft touch.
He slowly brings life back into your fingers as you stare in silence.His other hand catches yours and he cupped them gently, bringing them to his chapped, pink lips. They form into a soft ‘o’ as he exhales balmy, heavy breaths into your trembling fingers. Even with the winter that surrounded you, you were going to melt into the deck of the Sunny if he continued. You squeeze your eyes shut and look away. It was all too much.
You squirm under the touch, but don’t pull away. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Yes I do,” He shakes his head, cheeks dusting pink, “Wouldn’t want any of these pretty fingers to freeze and fall off, right?” You don’t respond, staring at your feet. He always had a way with words that left you speechless. His gaze follows your, smacking his teeth.
“You’re killing me,” He sighed, before dropping your hands, “Up you go,” With a swift movement, your frozen feet are swept off the ground. You let out a small noise of protest, but quickly wrapped your arms around his neck.
“But the others-”
“-Are complete idiots. You can come back out here later when you have appropriate winter clothes.” He made quick, determined strides towards the galley door swinging it open. Sweltering heat embraced you as he placed you on the bench, the smell of tomato and garlic wafting in the air.
“Let's warm up and dry off first. I’ll make you hot chocolate, too.” He rambled, clasping his hands together as he scanned the room, “Or would you rather have cider? You think on that, I’ll be back in one minute, my little snow angel.”
As quick as he leaves, he’s back again, shutting the frigid air out. “I brought a towel, a change of clothes, and a spare coat. Nami picked them out, don’t worry, I didn’t want-”
“Someone’s mothering me right now,” You finally cut him off.
You watch his windburned face twist in embarrassment. “Someone has to, don't they?”
“And that someone should be you?” You tease with no bite in your words, but shift uncomfortably in your seat. The more you warmed up, the more you were hyperaware how your soaked t-shirt clung to your back, dripping onto your legs.
You weren’t the only one who had notice, when a towel was shoved quickly in front of your face. Sanji’s eyes glued to the ceiling. You take it, wiping and patting yourself dry from the melted snow.
what a weird way to end a fic ik i suck for it, but I got pretty uninspired there at the end. I have so many ideas but I suck at the romance sometimes. I used to rp a lot eons ago when I was a teenager and am just really trying to gain confidence in my writing again after that trauma, iykyk LMAO
I dunno if i’ll come back to edit this or finish my idea. Let me know if you liked it though!
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