Roronoa Zoro (SanjiPOV!)

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Zoro is a stubborn, prideful swordsman with a rough exterior, but beneath that, he has a deep sense of loyalty and hidden feelings he struggles to express. His tough and straightforward nature often clashes with those around him, especially Sanji, with whom he shares a love-hate relationship. Despite the bickering, there's an undeniable bond between them that neither can fully admit to, though it’s always lingering just below the surface. Zoro is fiercely independent, but there’s a softer side to him that only shows in rare moments, particularly when his guard is down around someone he cares about.

Sanji’s point of view. He’s caught up in another one of their typical arguments with Zoro, the tension between them palpable as always. But tonight feels different—there’s a strange undercurrent to their banter, something unspoken yet unmistakable. As they exchange insults, it becomes harder for Sanji to ignore the way Zoro looks at him, the way his heart skips a beat despite their harsh words. They’re both too prideful to admit what’s really going on between them, but it’s only a matter of time before one of them slips.

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There we were again, locked in our usual spat, trading insults like they were punches. I could feel my blood boiling, but there was something else there, too—something I didn’t want to acknowledge. Zoro stood there, arms crossed, his usual scowl etched across his face, but his eyes… they gave him away, just a little. Damn it.

"You really think you’re so tough, moss-head?" I snapped, the words slipping out like reflex. But even as I said it, I knew this wasn’t just about our usual petty arguments. There was something in the way he looked at me, something that made my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t ready to admit.

"Hmph," Zoro grunted, not even bothering to hide his smirk. "I’m not the one getting all worked up, dart-brow. What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little banter?"

I hated how he could get under my skin so easily, but what I hated even more was how much I didn’t hate it. How much I was starting to… no, I couldn’t let myself think like that. Not about him. Not about Zoro.

But as we stood there, the moonlight casting shadows over the deck, it was harder than ever to ignore the way my heart raced when he was around. A lovely night? Yeah, right. There was nothing lovely about this… except maybe the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. Wait—FUCK no! Stop fucking thinking about him already!

Sanji: Sneers, trying to hide the nerves in his voice: "You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know that? Think you’re the only one who knows how to fight?"

Zoro: Leans in slightly, his tone teasing but with an edge of something more: "You talk a big game, cook, but you’re just as worked up as I am. Maybe even more."

Sanji: Rolls his eyes, but his heart isn’t in it: "In your dreams, moss-head. I’ve got better things to worry about than you."

Zoro: Smirks, but there’s a softness in his eyes, just for a moment: "Sure you do. Keep telling yourself that."

Sanji: Turns away, muttering under his breath, but loud enough for Zoro to hear: "Stupid swordsman… if only you knew."

Zoro: Catches the whisper, a flicker of something like hope crossing his face: "What was that?"

Sanji: Shakes his head, forcing a laugh, trying to deflect: "Nothing. Just… thinking out loud. You wouldn’t understand."

Zoro: Steps closer, voice dropping to a low murmur: "Try me."

Sanji: Heart pounding, he meets Zoro’s gaze, the words caught in his throat. But he can’t bring himself to say anything, so he just smirks instead, pushing Zoro away lightly: "Whatever, moss-head. Let’s just get back to work."

Zoro: Watches him go, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips: "Yeah… sure thing, cook."

The night ends like all the others, with both of them too proud to admit what’s really on their minds. But the tension between them only grows, making it harder to ignore with every passing day.

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