One Piece x Reader [OPEN]

92. Scars ( Zoro x Female!Reader)

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You were not a morning person.

So when you felt a hand on your shoulder, shaking you smoothly, you grumbled. "There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it."

Nami slapped your shoulder teasingly, poking fun at you. "(y/n), it's 10 o'clock!"

"5 more minutes?"

Robin laughed. "No."

"We're going to the beach today and...we'd love you to tag along...We bought you a swimsuit. It covers well..."

You raised your eyebrow. "You know my size?"

"We go shopping together! Yes!" The navigator said, shaking the swimsuit over your face.

"Weird stretch but ok...You know you can just admit you took my measurements during my sleep." You sat and grabbed it, sliding the duvet down your legs. You brushed the textile with your index : it did seem to cover a lot. Black too. You smiled at her thoughts. You hated to show your skin, truly. You were a close-range fighter, hits were more frequent back in the beginning but they remained on your epiderm. They were ugly. This swimsuit seemed perfect for putting a t-shirt on top.

You jumped off bed, lifted a hand for your fingers to thread through the tangled strands of your hairy morning nest. "I'll go try it on." you said in a yawn, making your way into the bathroom. Said bathroom was cramped, clean and tidy but a hint of dampness remained. A small vanity with a mirror hanged on the wood panel and flowers in pot gave it some feminine touch. You dropped the clothes and put Nami's gift on. It fit perfectly, was simple and modest. Then you took a look at yourself in the mirror : your body bore faded marks. Bruises and scars lingered on your arms, back, ribs and legs. Though softened with time, each mark held the quiet story of a fight that scarred you. You didn't fear wounds, you hate seeing them which made it all worse. You pulled the fabric, stretching it to the max, trying to cover the most, to no avail. "Well, shirt it is."

Out of the bathroom and almost immediately you grabbed a long-sleeved shirt. "I never feel more alone than when I'm trying to put sunscreen on my back. With a long shirt on, no problem!"

"Oh, (y/n), be serious!" the ginger declared.

"I hate how much of my back you see."

Nami glanced down, shifting her weight nervously. "Oh." Her voice was soft, hesitant as she murmured an apology full of sincerity. "Please don't! You went out of your way to get me this. I truly appreciate it. I'm just...not...I don't have the confidence yet..." The crew knew of your discomfort with your wounds, and the girls would try to boost your conscience every now and then, awaiting the day you'd embrace it.

*BAM*

"Is she awake yet!? Ero cook's been annoying, wanting to make sure she eats or whatever -" A certain swordsman had shoved the door opened. "We see your wounds. That's new." he told you.

Soon the surprise that made you three jolt turned into boiling anger for the navigator. She strode to him and shoved her index into his chest, her face distorted in annoyance. "GET OUT!"

He was about to obey but... you had an idea in mind. "Wait, Zoro!"

"What?"

You take a steadying breath, gathering your courage as you step out from behind Robin, ready to face your decision head on. "What do you think of it? Just say it."

It was an odd request for sure and you were as surprised by your words as the other three. However you couldn't think of a better way to hear the truth. Zoro was not a liar, he wouldn't soften his words for anyone. He was also someone of the opposite sex.

"You look great. The colour suits you." nonchalantly said Zoro.

"It's not very feminine with all my scars though." Yes you wore baggy clothes, never dressed up. It didn't mean you felt any less of a woman. You'd love to have the confidence to wear fashionable clothes, to be seen as feminine, but your own insecurities turned you into a tomboy. For Zoro, his scars were prizes to his eyes but he wasn't blunt : his point of view couldn't be shared by everyone. "Your scars tell stories. You should wear them head high."

"So it's not feminine..."

"Feminine enough for me."

"Thats not what I mean and you know it!" you called, begging him to just cut to the chase. He did. "They'd be feminine if women had the guts to show them off." he spat.

Silence

Slowly, Nami turned to you. She feared his sharp words could have shaken you, that was the last thing she wanted. She let a surprised gasp escape her lips when she saw you slowly watching yourself in the mirror.

You were analyzing every scratch on your body, thinking of the swordsman's words. Have...the guts? "Damnit! Ok, I'll wear it!"

"You will!?"

"Some woman must make scars look hot, right?"

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