Inhaling deeply, you commenced to vocalize your thoughts, "Alright, let's take a moment, Y/N. Stay calm. You met your stupid demise all thanks to Truck-kun and somehow, in a more stupid way, had entered into some sort of deal with Death. Probably"
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Chapter 35 : Battered And Bruised
As the first light of dawn filtered through the window, Zoro lay awake, his gaze lingering on your peaceful yet tear-streaked face. The sight of you, so vulnerable in your sleep, tugged at his heartstrings.
He carefully brushed away a strain of hair from your forehead, his touch feather-light, and tenderly kissed your cheek, a silent promise hanging in the air. He rose, his movements muted, and reached for his swords lying by the table.
The cool metal felt familiar in his hands, grounding him in memories of their shared past. As he strapped the swords to his haramaki, he was transported back to the countless moments they had spent together, each memory a testament to their journey.
The quiet of the room was a stark contrast to the turmoil in his heart. He reflected on their relationship, musing over Y/N's unwavering understanding and self-awareness. She had never asked him to stay, a fact that both irked and intrigued him. Their bond, forged by the destiny of being soulmates, was complex.
Zoro, a man who challenged fate, found himself questioning the authenticity of their connection. Was she with him out of choice or merely because destiny willed it? This uncertainty lingered in his thoughts, an unresolved question that haunted his quiet moments.
Zoro acknowledged his own deep-seated feelings for Y/N, feelings that were met with her restraint. Her reasons were her own, shrouded in mystery, yet he respected her space. The thought of leaving her to rejoin his crew weighed heavily on him.
He wished to encourage her to chase her dreams, to find her own path, even if it meant stepping away from him.
With a heavy heart, he quietly opened the window near Y/N's study room, the early morning air cool against his skin. He leaped down into the courtyard, his posture poised and ready. In the stillness, he could hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching. He closed his eyes, steadying his breathing, preparing himself mentally and physically for the duel with Mihawk.
As the footsteps halted, Zoro opened his eyes, a mix of resolve and unspoken emotions reflected in his gaze.
Mihawk, ever the imposing figure, stood ready in his usual attire, complete with his signature fedora hat. The morning light caught the blade of his famed sword, Yoru, casting a graceful gleam behind him. He eyed Zoro with a mixture of amusement and challenge.
"Are you ready to learn a lesson, Roronoa?" he taunted, pulling Yoru out and pointing it towards Zoro.
Zoro, unfazed by Mihawk's theatrics, clicked his tongue in mild annoyance.
