( the sound of nami's voice through the door immediately makes zoro drop his dumb scone and clamber to his knees, hand against the door and staring at it like if he glares long enough, he'll burn a hole right through it. it hurts, makes his chest fucking ache, hearing her stumble over her words, hearing the hurt coloring her voice. there's a slightly irrational part of him that has him reaching for the doorknob, because fuck it, nami's crying or something like it and zoro has a mind to bust open the door with his shoulder or something, gather her up in his arms, apologize over and over again between kisses.
instead, his hand drops to his side when he hears his phone vibrate on the floor next to him, and after another moment of staring at the closed door with a furrowed brow, he slumps back down, picking it up so he can read instead instead of listening.
it maybe takes zoro longer than he'd like to write a response β because it's hard, finding the right way to say it, especially for a guy who would rather speak with his swords than with words.)
it means that i can't imagine what my life would be like without you you're so much of who i am now nami and i care about you and would do anything for you even if it means sitting outside your bedroom when i want to be in there with you
( he sends it with a sigh before starting to type again. )
we've been through too much together me you and sanji i know he loves you the way that i do
even back in the village when you left i
( tried to keep sanji alive, or something like that. wrapped bandages around his head, tight around the empty socket where his eye once was, covered by the swoop of his bangs. wiped his tears, wrapped his arms around him in the middle of the night, never acknowledging any of it in the light of day. )
he wasn't the same when you were gone
( because she's a part of sanji, too β inextricably linked by straw hats or changeling marks or silly little trays of fancy breakfast foods. )
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instead, his hand drops to his side when he hears his phone vibrate on the floor next to him, and after another moment of staring at the closed door with a furrowed brow, he slumps back down, picking it up so he can read instead instead of listening.
it maybe takes zoro longer than he'd like to write a response β because it's hard, finding the right way to say it, especially for a guy who would rather speak with his swords than with words.)
it means that i
can't imagine what my life would be like without you
you're so much of who i am now nami
and i care about you and would do anything for you
even if it means sitting outside your bedroom when i want to be in there with you
( he sends it with a sigh before starting to type again. )
we've been through too much together
me you and sanji
i know he loves you the way that i do
even back in the village when you left i
( tried to keep sanji alive, or something like that. wrapped bandages around his head, tight around the empty socket where his eye once was, covered by the swoop of his bangs. wiped his tears, wrapped his arms around him in the middle of the night, never acknowledging any of it in the light of day. )
he wasn't the same when you were gone
( because she's a part of sanji, too β inextricably linked by straw hats or changeling marks or silly little trays of fancy breakfast foods. )