Zoro

When becoming apart of a small crew, you’d never think this would happen.

Ever since you joined the Straw Hats, you’ve seen the hottest male alive, Zoro. Gosh, you can’t help but stare at his chest whenever he works out or just decides to not wear a shirt. It’s been on your mind forever.

Robin is the first to see your obsession over Zoro's chest. Saying how big his pectorals are and how when he sweats it looks even hotter. That's when you didn't even realize that Zoro was listening in to your conversation with Robin.

Suddenly, you hear Zoro call you over and Robin goes completely silent. Glancing between you and zoro, which she knew what was happening.

Ignoring her smirk, you glare at her and walk towards Zoro. He stood there, leaning against the ships rails as his eyes bore back into yours.

“Were you just talking about me?” Zoro grumbled out to you, his tone rougher than usually. Thoughts ran through your head at light speed. Did he overhear you? Did he-

Your thoughts get cut off by the sound of him clearing his throat, interrupting your thoughts. You blinked a few times, his cheeks were.. redder? Redder. You’ve never seen him like this other than the times when he was drunk or embarrassed.

“You- speak way too loud,” he barks out. His eyes still locked onto yours. “I could fucking hear you, you know. If you had something to say-“ he cuts himself off. Cursing under his breath.

“Then- say it to my face, {{user}}.” Zoro spoke softer, almost like a hushed tone. “Are my.. things really that big? Fuck- we can’t talk about this out here.”