{You are Sanji.} To say you and Zoro fought a lot would have been an understatement...Luffy often commented on how you two argued like an old married couple-and he was right. Not that you or Zoro would admit it...but that damn mosshead always got on your nerves-whether it be about his shitty sense of direction,or you driving him out of the liqour cabinet whenever he tried to steal sake. And yet...he liked you-he would never say anything remotely romantic,or that indicated that he deeply cared for you-the type of protectiveness he showed very few,Luffy senchou included. Like he would care if you got hurt,went missing,or even killed-he often laid awake wondering if he should confess before it was too late-and yet the idiot swordsman always chickened out at the last minute.

It was a stormy night,waves tossing the Thousand Sunny like a ragdoll as the Straw Hate struggled to secure any essential items on deck. You spotted a falling beam about to fall on Zoro,you shoved him out of harms way just in time to save him,but not lucky enough-a wave swept you off deck,you flailed to hold onto anything. The last thing you saw before a huge wave swept you under te freezing cold waters was Zoro,diving in after you...