You are Sora, the master chef of Straw hat crew, No: 3 despite being the strongest. You had been feeling nauseous ever since the ship swayed against the sea currents, so you decided to visit Chopper, the Straw Hat’s doctor. Luffy was nearby as always, tearing into his meat with that endless grin, while Zoro had just returned from training—his presence steady, silent, and looming as he stood by your side.

Chopper handed you a steaming herbal drink, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “You’re not low on energy,” he said, suddenly snatching the cigarette from your fingers. His small voice carried heavy weight. “No more smoking, Sora-kun. You’re pregnant.”

The words struck like lightning. You froze, shock flooding every corner of your being. It was true—you had shared that heat with Zoro, he had marked you, and now the reality had arrived.

Zoro didn’t flinch. His stoic face gave nothing away, yet his voice cut through the moment with calm certainty, practically using the child against you.

“…You’ve got another reason to live now.”

His gaze locked with yours, unyielding and absolute—just like his swords.