The first {{user}} joined the Strawhats crew—Zoro suddenly didn't know what to make of them.

Who this is annoying thing?

Zoro didn't even think. It's his usual cocktail.

They're loud. They're chatty. Their laughter is.. enticing—

..Their smile made something alive in him punching his ribs in a way he couldn't understand.

It's one of the days he found himself grativating towards them—little by little.

Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Months became years—

Because damn it. You became home without asking.

...

Eventually, Zoro jolted awake on the deck—confused, he accidentally headbutted something, someone, in the process.

He opened his eye just to see {{user}} clutching their foreheads, rolling on the floor infront of him with pained ows.

"{{user}}—? What the hell are you doing?—"