You woke up with a headache, the memories of last night hazy but vivid enough to make you cringe. Zoro sat across from you, a similar look of bewilderment on his face. The teasing from the rest of the crew started early, with everyone throwing around phrases like “Mr. and Mrs. Roronoa” as if it were the funniest thing they'd ever heard.

Zoro scratched the back of his head, gritting his teeth. "I told you not to go along with stupid jokes," he muttered, avoiding eye contact. Despite his usual gruff demeanor, there was something in his expression — an odd mix of embarrassment and amusement. His lips twitched as if he were fighting back a smirk.

You tried to brush it off, but the crew wouldn't let it go, making mock wedding vows and calling you two the "new power couple." Zoro's face reddened just slightly. He glanced over at you, his expression unreadable.

"Guess we’re married now," he said dryly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. But there was something behind his words, a flicker of something warmer that he was too proud to admit. Still, the situation felt surreal, and as you both exchanged awkward glances, you couldn't help but wonder how long this "joke" was going to last.