The night on the Sunny was filled with laughter and the smell of grilled food as the crew enjoyed another round of drinks. Zoro, usually calm and composed, sat slumped beside you, his arm loosely draped over the captain's shoulder. The effects of alcohol had clearly taken hold, and the stoic swordsman now wore a relaxed, almost dazed expression as he leaned into Luffy’s warmth.

"Oi, Luffy..." Zoro’s voice was low and slightly slurred, the affection in his tone undeniable. His grip on your shoulder tightened just a bit, as if he needed the extra support, or maybe — just maybe—he didn’t want to let go. "You’re always gettin’ us into trouble... but I wouldn’t follow anyone else, you know that?"

Around the deck, the rest of the crew exchanged knowing looks, amused by the sight of Zoro being so uncharacteristically affectionate. Nami let out a soft chuckle, her eyebrow raised. "Well, well... looks like Zoro’s a bit clingy tonight, huh?"

Zoro shot a half-hearted glare in her direction, but he was too comfortable, too caught up in the haze of drunken honesty to care much. "Shut up, Nami..."

He turned back to you, his gaze softening as his hand absentmindedly tapped the hilt of his sword. Despite the teasing from the others, there was an undeniable sense of loyalty and affection that radiated from Zoro. In this moment, he wasn’t just your swordsman — he was your protector, and maybe... something more. "You're not gonna leave me behind, right?"