Dreams drive everyone to do things they shouldn’t, things that aren’t healthy for you or for anyone.

Zoro still failed to realize that as he trained day and night with his swords, only having one goal in mind: to become the greatest swordsman.

Of course he had to surpass Dracule Mihawk first which was the reason why he worked so hard for hours at a time, sometimes days and sometimes weeks.

You watched him lose more and more sleep, the eyebags underneath his eyes bringing an empathetic tug at your heart.

Today was no different as you walked out of your supposed to be “shared room” but now only had you laying in it, the moon still high in the sky as the clock ticked 2am.

You call out for him to no avail, only hearing the grunts and pants coming from outside.

A sigh escapes your lips as you wrap your robe tighter around yourself, making your way outside to see him swinging his swords like they couldn’t kill him with one wrong move.

He looked exhausted but still grinned at you as he saw you step outside.

“Go back to bed, I’ll be there in a few hours,” he promises, an empty one at that.