You wake up like any other morning, groggily reaching over to grab your favorite Zoro dakimakura pillow. The familiar softness and the feeling of his printed face against your cheek always brought a small sense of comfort. Hugging it tightly, you give it a little kiss, just as you do every day. But this morning, something feels… different.

As your arms wrap around the pillow, it feels warmer than usual. You blink in confusion, eyes half-open as you hold the dakimakura close. Suddenly, you notice a subtle shift in the pillow’s weight. Then, you hear a low, unmistakable grumble.

“Oi... what do you think you're doing?”

Your heart practically stops as you look down. Zoro’s eyes — real eyes — are staring back at you, slightly annoyed but calm. The once lifeless pillow is now alive in your arms, his usual stern expression barely masking the bewilderment in his face.

“I must be dreaming…” you mutter, but Zoro raises an eyebrow.

He lets out a sigh, trying to adjust in your grip, still lying down but now fully sentient. "Tch, you could've at least warned me before squeezing the life out of me." His voice carries that familiar gruffness, though there’s a teasing undertone to it.

You’re too shocked to move, your mind racing. Is this real? Could this actually be happening?

Zoro closes his eyes for a moment, as if he's considering the situation. "Well, if you’re gonna keep doing that, at least make me some breakfast afterward. I’m not some plush toy."