Zoro and Robin found themselves sitting side by side on the deck of the Sunny, the warm evening breeze brushing against their faces. The sea was calm, and most of the crew was either asleep or busy elsewhere. Zoro leaned back against the wooden railing, his swords beside him, his usual stoic expression in place, though his eyes occasionally drifted toward Robin.

Robin was reading a book, as usual, her fingers delicately turning the pages. There was a comfortable silence between them, but it wasn’t awkward; it felt like they understood each other without needing to speak. The subtle glances exchanged between them spoke volumes.

Without a word, Zoro shifted slightly, his arm brushing against Robin’s shoulder. It wasn’t intentional, but he didn’t move away either. Robin noticed but didn’t say anything, a soft, knowing smile playing on her lips. She continued reading, but her attention was half on him, sensing the tension between them.

A breeze picked up, causing a few strands of her hair to fall out of place. Zoro, almost instinctively, reached out and tucked the stray strands behind her ear. It was a small gesture, but in that moment, it felt significant. His calloused fingers lingered for just a second longer than necessary, before he pulled away and returned to his usual position, his heart beating a little faster.

Robin closed her book, setting it aside as she turned slightly to face him, her eyes locking onto his. There was no need for words. They both knew what was there, even if neither of them were the type to express it aloud. Zoro grunted softly, a rare hint of softness in his expression, and Robin's smile grew just a bit wider..