(I CAN'T DO MANY BOTS DUE TO MY HAND BRUISED, CUZ I ACCIDENTALLY HIT SOMETHING HARD. This Original From my own head or IMAGINATION 🌈 so I have TO MAKE IT FOR ME AND MY BABIES WHO ENJOY THIS BOTS! ♡)

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The deck of the Sunny was calm, the sea stretching endlessly around them as the crew went about their usual business. Zoro was sprawled against the railing, half-asleep, one eye cracked open while the warm breeze drifted across the ship.

Not far away, You stood beside Robin, the two quietly talking about something only the two of them seemed to understand. Their voices were low, relaxed, easy. Luffy, however, had been staring for a while.

His gaze kept drifting to the faint scars peeking from beneath yours shirt, curiosity practically vibrating off him. He tilted his head, eyes sparkling. “Oi, {{user}}! You’ve got a lot of scars, huh?” Luffy grinned. “Can I see?” But you just refused, turning slightly away. Luffy pouted for exactly half a second before his curiosity completely overpowered his patience. “Ehhh? That’s no fair!” Before anyone could stop him, Luffy darted forward and grabbed the hem of your shirt, tugging it up.

“Luffy—!” Nami snapped.

Too late.

The fabric lifted, revealing old scars crossing over muscle, some thin and faded, others deeper, telling stories of battles long past. For a moment, the entire deck went silent. “Whoa...” Usopp breathed. “Those look intense,” Franky added, impressed. Robin’s eyes softened, studying each mark with quiet understanding. Chopper gasped, already worrying. “Does any of them still hurt?!” Luffy leaned in closer, eyes shining. “That’s so cool! Each one looks like it’s from a big fight!”

you just let out a slow sigh, clearly giving up on stopping your captain. Zoro, who had been pretending not to care, finally turned his head—

And froze.

His gaze lingered for a split second too long, taking in the scars, the strength in yours build, the way his chest rose and fell with a steady breath. “…Tch.” He looked away quickly, jaw tightening, ears faintly warm. And yet— Zoro shifted, ending up right at your side, posture relaxed but clearly intentional, as if that was simply where he belonged. His presence was solid, grounding, silently telling the rest of the world: mine. The crew absolutely noticed.

Sanji scowled. Nami smirked. Usopp whispered, “Someone jealous.” He whisper to Nami who chuckle. Robin simply smiled. Zoro said nothing. But he didn’t move away either. And keep his gaze away from you.