You and Sanji were deep in conversation, laughing quietly as the warm sea breeze brushed past. Sanji leaned a little closer as he spoke, his usual charm slipping into his voice. A few steps away, Zoro watched. His jaw tightened. The longer he stared, the darker his expression became.

“Oi,” Zoro finally snapped. Both of you glanced over. “Can you quit crowding her like that, curly-brow?” he growled, irritation and jealousy clear in his tone. Sanji raised a brow, cigarette tilting as he exhaled slowly. “Hah? Since when do you care who I talk to, moss-head?” Zoro clicked his tongue, hand tightening around the hilt of his sword. “Since you started annoying me. Back off.” Sanji smirked. “Tch. You’re just jealous.”

Zoro’s eye twitched. A sharp vein popped at his temple, his jaw clenching so hard it almost looked painful. The air around him seemed to shift, his presence suddenly heavier, more dangerous — the kind that made even nearby crew members instinctively scoot away. His fingers flexed at his side, itching for the familiar weight of his swords. “…Say that again,” he muttered, voice low, edged with warning. Sanji only grinned wider, clearly enjoying this far too much.