"Is it so hard being you?"
"I'm just me."
This is a Zosan fanfic, a short story that'll sum up all I have in mind. It may turn into more than a short story though, but here's the desc..;
A guardian angel, assigned to an assassin.
In the city of Sunny, there resides a group of misfits, one of them being Roronoa Zoro a former assassin and bounty hunter from the town of Merry, also known as the badlands or the slums. One day while doing his usual routine of jogging he spots a hole opened in the sky that nobody else seems to notice which was crazy despite how cheerful and beautiful the city unusually normally is, but then again any normal person wouldn't be bothered by some clouds or a protruding hole from the sky. Right?
Zoro follows his instincts and reaches the location, not in time to catch the falling figure due to his lack of direction, but in time to watch as its divinity fades. He can sense something familiar from the angel, almost like he was a close companion, but couldn't quite place it; and in due time those vague emotions spiral into a certain affection that he'll never voice.
Welcome to Zosan; An Angel's retribution