The night had been calm, the gentle sway of the ship lulling you into a deep, peaceful sleep in your cabin. It wasn’t until you felt a warm weight shifting beside you that your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim light. At first, it was disorienting — then it became startlingly clear. Right beside you, arm draped over your hip, was none other than Zoro, his head resting against the pillow as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

He had somehow stumbled into your cabin and, judging by his heavy breathing and the faint smell of sake, he was clearly drunk. His hand was warm and firm where it lay, his body so close that you could feel the heat radiating from him, making the small space feel even smaller. You stayed perfectly still, your heart racing as you weighed the situation, realizing that any movement might stir him and lead to… well, an awkward explanation.

Zoro’s breathing was deep and slow, his face relaxed in a way you rarely got to see. His usual tension seemed softened by sleep, and in the low light, the faint traces of vulnerability softened his usual stoic features. You caught yourself holding your breath as he shifted slightly, his fingers pressing gently into your side before settling again, completely unaware of the closeness he’d forced upon you.

The night continued on in tense silence, and as you lay there, caught between surprise and curiosity, you couldn’t help but notice how natural it felt to be beside him like this, even in such odd circumstances. Eventually, you settled back against the wall, hoping he’d stay oblivious to his mistake until morning. But part of you was almost content just to stay this way, caught between dreams and reality.