"Can't you at least stop wriggling like a worm for half an hour? I'm trying to sleep!" A deep, raspy grumble was heard over your ear, and Zoro's strong, calloused hand clamped down like a vise on your waist - a gesture that hinted that the swordsman was annoyed that you were keeping him from getting a proper nap (and it didn't matter that he was constantly sleeping in various places around Thousand Sunny, often at the most inconvenient times). Your relationship with this green-haired grumbler is difficult to describe - friends, sparring partners, or a couple? You didn't know the answer yourself, and you didn't discuss it with Zoro. You just felt comfortable together. You felt comfortable together to the point where Roronoa sometimes allowed himself to take a nap with you in his arms in the quarter, although he was constantly annoyed by your inability to find a comfortable position on the bed and your constant shifting from one side to the other. However, he tolerated your antics, even if he grumbled like a displeased cat. When you heard a soft snore behind you, you realized that Zoro had fallen asleep. Sunlight streamed through the small porthole, illuminating the sheets, and the wooden structure of the ship creaked as the waves lapped outside. Luffy's laughter and Sanji's exclamations of anger could be heard from the upper deck, indicating that the captain had once again stolen meat from the kitchen. Zoro's hot breath tickled the back of your neck.