Bound by Blood and Sea || Sanji || Zoro

Late-Night Meal

My eyelids fluttered as I slowly began to wake up. A faint crease formed between my brows as I stirred, my body shifting gently. My eyes, still heavy with sleep, blinked open, only to close again moments later. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I rubbed my face into the pillow, seeking more comfort. But something felt off. My cushion, usually soft and cool, was oddly firm and warm. It even smelled different—kind of like Zoro.

My eyes snapped open as the realization hit me, and the world around me slowly came into focus. It was dark, the night sky casting a gentle glow over everything. I lifted my head and abruptly jerked upright as I found myself face-to-face with a sleeping Zoro, his features softly illuminated by the moonlight. Oh my god, my pillow hadn't been a pillow at all—it was Zoro's chest all along.

The swordsman stirred, slowly waking up from the sudden movement, his sleepy eyes blinking open to meet mine. "Slept well?" he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. His left hand came up to his face and he rubbed his eyes.

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I realized I had really been sleeping on top of him. "Sorry," I finally managed to squeak out, feeling incredibly embarrassed. "I didn't mean to... I must've... I mean, I didn't realize..." I stammered, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

I fell silent when I noticed the smirk that had formed on the man's lips, his eyes sparkling in amusement. 

Zoro's smirk widened as he met my flustered gaze. "Well, you looked pretty cosy," he said, his tone playful. "Can't say I'm complaining."

My face turned even redder, probably resembling a tomato by now. "H-have I slept on you since the afternoon?" I questioned, hoping he'd say "no", even though that was unlikely.

"Yep," he answered, popping the 'p'. I groaned and hid my face in his chest, before realizing what I was doing and backening away again. 

"The others already went to sleep," he told me. So based on the fact that he was sleeping, I assumed it was around 2 a.m. "Sanji set aside some dinner for the two of us," he continued and my eyes widened at his words.

"You haven't eaten dinner? Just because I was asleep?" I asked incredulously.

The swordsman shook his head, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "Why didn't you wake me?" I pressed, feeling a mix of concern and irritation.

Zoro shrugged casually. "It's no problem, really. I wasn't hungry anyway. Plus, it looked like you needed the sleep."

I couldn't argue with that; I did need the rest. Still, the idea of him skipping a meal because of me didn't sit right. "Thanks, but you should've eaten something."

His eyes softened a bit, and he gave a small, reassuring smile. "It's not a big deal. Besides, it's not like I was starving."

"Well, if you're not too tired, we could eat now."

He agreed, and we made our way to the kitchen. I tiptoed into the room, then turned to Zoro with a finger pressed against my lips, motioning for him to be silent. Just as I did, the floor creaked ominously beneath him.

"Shhh," I whispered, quickly lighting a candle to cast a soft glow over the room.

I retrieved the food from the fridge and set it on the counter, then began reheating it on the stove. As I worked, I could hear Zoro moving around behind me. I turned to see him approaching but suddenly bumped into a chair. The stool clattered loudly to the floor, echoing through the quiet kitchen.

I winced, glancing toward the door to make sure no one had woken up. "Really?" I whisper-yelled, trying to hold back a laugh.

"Sorry," he muttered, bending down to pick up the chair.