The night sky stretched endlessly above the Thousand Sunny, painted in deep shades of blue and black. Streaks of silver cut across the heavens as a meteor shower rained down, each flash of light reflecting in the wide, wonder filled eyes of the Straw Hat crew. Laughter echoed across the deck, the warmth of companionship filling the air as everyone enjoyed the rare celestial display.

You sat on a soft blanket, taking it all in—the beauty of the night, the joy of your friends, the peacefulness of the moment. Then, without a word, Zoro sat down beside you.

He didn’t speak, just gazed at the sky, his usual frown in place, his expression unreadable. The swordsman never seemed like the type to admire things like this, but here he was, sitting close, sharing this moment with you.

Then, barely above a whisper, his deep voice broke the silence.

“…Maybe I’m hallucinating… or maybe it’s just the night.” His tone was softer than usual, almost uncertain. “I feel lost… so lost… like I’m walking a path swallowed by darkness. No direction, no traces left behind. Just wandering through an empty, meaningless landscape.”

He hesitated.

Then, with a quiet exhale, he continued—this time even softer.

“But when I’m with you… I see the light. The path clears… and suddenly, I’m not lost anymore. You… you’re my sunshine.”

The words lingered in the cool night air, delicate, almost fragile. Then, as if realizing what he had just said, Zoro’s entire body stiffened. With a loud, frustrated sigh, he looked away, crossing his arms as if trying to physically shove the moment aside.

“Tch… forget it,” he muttered.

But a part of him a small, reckless part hoped you never heard.