ZoSan: The Flower

Chapter 67 - Zoro

It was ridiculous how anxious he was to see Sanji. They'd only been apart for hours, and yet it could've been weeks from the way Zoro felt. Hearing his voice earlier had been relief and torture in equal measures.

Ten minutes left, assuming everything had gone to plan with no delays. Zoro stood in the makeshift 'corridor' that Franky had made, from where he would make his entrance soon and see his husband-to-be, who should be standing in the other 'corridor', waiting for the same thing.

"I still look okay?" He asked Franky and Chopper, who stood in front of him. "I haven't messed up the hair, right?"

"You look fine, Zoro," Chopper answered.

Franky held out a mirror, for about the fifth time today, sighing. Zoro checked the hair that Nami had helped with; still slicked into a slightly-smoother version of how it normally stood. Nothing in his teeth, no stains on his gray suit, black vest, green shirt, or gold tie and pocket square (that Sanji had been absolutely right about looking better in the sunlight). His daffodil boutonniere was pinned properly in its place on his lapel — a word he hadn't known until he and Nami had bought the suit. He only wore one of his swords, Wado Ichimonji, though the others were stashed near the front so he could grab them if something went horribly wrong. He touched the earrings that Sanji had given him, making the stones sparkle a bit in the sunlight.

"Think he's as nervous as I am?" Zoro asked with a self-deprecating smile, handing the mirror back to Franky.

"Probably. But there's nothing to be nervous about, Zoro-bro."

Zoro let out a small laugh. "I wish knowing that could actually make me less nervous."

The music Brook was playing changed to the song he'd written for Zoro and Sanji, indicating that it was time. With a quick thumbs up at Zoro, Chopper stepped out, presumably at the same time Robin did on Sanji's side. Then Franky went next, and took his place. Zoro swallowed, took a deep breath, and stepped into the 'corridor's' exit point and looked up.

As expected, Sanji stood at the exit of the other corridor, juxtaposed to Zoro, and looking incredible in his white and blue suit. His golden hair had been swept back just enough so that Zoro could see both those blue eyes. The daffodil he wore was pretty, the bow tie was nice. The gold whatchamacallit around his waist emphasized how narrow that waist was. Zoro found himself getting a little jealous that it got to wrap around that waist when his hands weren't allowed to right now.

Without even the capability of conscious thought, Zoro's legs began moving him forward, toward the center where they would meet. He wasn't entirely sure he was breathing, but Sanji was blushing and grinning and beautifully happy... and approaching him, too.

They grabbed hands at the center and took the last few steps towards where Luffy stood together, sliding in between the members of their parties, even as they kept stealing glances at each other. Well, maybe less 'stealing glances' and more 'trying not to get caught openly and unapologetically staring'.

"Breathe, love," Sanji whispered, and it was enough to command Zoro's lungs to resume their usual activity.

Zoro could live forever in this moment. He wanted to freeze time, right here, and just soak it all in. Sanji, so beautiful and about to be his. The way their hands intertwined. Their friends and crew beside them. Beautiful music and the scent of daffodils and roses in the air. Everything was perfect.

"Friends, allies. We're here today to celebrate the love between these two men," Luffy began, smiling. "If anyone has any reason they should not be married... sit down and shut up, none of us wanna hear it!" That earned a chuckle out of the small crowd gathered and a facepalm from Usopp.