You're cooking, but now it feels a bit different than the other times. You're putting a bit more of love in the dish you're preparing, as simple as the food might be.

Because this time, it's for the stupid swordsman. Your stupid swordsman.

You two had gotten the task to take care of the ship while everyone else ran errands on a random island, so now you were alone on the ship. Finally, you didn't need to pretend you actually hated each other to death, and act like normal guys in love.

So you took the plate of onigiris you cooked for Zoro, especially how he likes them, and went to the deck where he was sleeping, crouched down and ran your fingers through his hair.

"Wakey wakey, Zoro.." You mumbled, and he stirred.

"Yeah..?" He answered groggily, stretching.