Days to Come {Zoro x Reader}

One Shot

Rain poured over the windshield in heavy waves, water sloshing and splattering across the glass as the wiper blades did their damnedest to keep up. Yet it was too much for them, like someone was pouring a continuous bucket of water onto your car as you struggled to navigate the back roads home. The other drivers made it worse, their headlights burning bright through the downpour while they sped through puddles of water that seemed to grow bigger and bigger with each passing minute.

Despite it being hard to see, much less drive, the ride was comfortable. One would normally feel on edge when commuting through a thunderous storm where violent winds and powerful rain pummeled down, but you felt untroubled by it all. You didn't need music or conversation, just the company of mother nature and the occasional click click click from your turn signal.

Your passenger felt the same way, his body slumped in his seat, head laid back, and arms flopped at his sides. The rise and fall of his barrel chest moved in a worrying, slow motion while his mouth remained wide open as he took deep, alleviating breaths. Though it seemed the green haired male was in one of his usual states of slumber, the burdensome patch of gauze over his left eye and the pain pills that rattled in your pocket said otherwise. The medication seemed to put him into a mind nulling state, only shifting every so often in his seat when he would realize where he was and what was going on. 

Zoro didn't make it known if he remembered anything, but you had a feeling he was more confused at this point then he had since the accident. So when you turned down a back alley that had parking for the low income housing, you weren't surprised when he couldn't recognize which one was his own home. 

It wasn't anything special, just a cheap place for a couple to start out on in their first attempt at being adults. The house was a greying white with plants that sprouted in the spring and now covered the home's sidings like mold on bread. The roof leaked in some places and the yard was in serious need of a cut, even the backyard fence was overcome with plants and brush that made it look...charming, but made it a hassle just to walk through without worrying over wasps and prickle bushes sticking to your jeans.

You parked in your usual space, careful of the garbage cans that were knocked over in your hurry to leave just a few days ago, and turned off the car. Zoro was aware that the ride was over and started to shift, his gaze flickering to you then back out the window before he started to reach for the handle.

"Zoro, no, wait!" You hurriedly locked the car then turned to look in the backseat. "Let me come around with the umbrella!"

He didn't listen to you, just continued to jiggle the handle and scowl. "It's jammed."

You ignored him and searched around the floorboard for your umbrella, finding it under a pile of dirty work clothes and fast food receipts. While Zoro was still trying to figure out why his door wasn't working, you slipped out of the car just as the rain started to get heavier, barely able to open your umbrella up before you drowned in rain water. Your shoes were already wet and cold, soaking into the material until your socks started to squish squish at each step you took while walking to the passenger side. At least it was a warm, summer storm instead of a cold, autumn downpour.

Zoro looked startled when you opened his door, holding the umbrella over his side so he wouldn't get the least bit wet. His face scrunched up as he stared at you.