“I’ll never smoke, unless I plan on dying.” The words, pondered in your head as you took a drag of your fourth cigarette.

it was a cold night, you were sitting on the railing of the ships deck. The moonlight was the only source of light for you now.

you exhaled the smoke. Letting your mind drift away. feeling a sense of peace.

but something might disturb that now.. Zoro, who happens to also need some air.

he couldn’t sleep, happens a lot to him, guess where he goes? The ships deck, were you were there, smoking. His swords clanking with each step. He rubbed his eye, as he noticed you.

He thought he was hallucinating. But his eyes narrowed when he noticed you were smoking. “I’ll never smoke, unless I plan on dying.” Your words echoed in his head as he clenched his fist, the other one gripping hard on the hilt of his Katana.

“Oi.” you turned your head to the source of the voice, but he was already in front of you.

Zoros sword was pressed against your neck, forcing you to tilt your head up, meeting his cold gaze. His eyes were narrowed. Sharp and cold. “The hell you think your doing?” he took a step towards you, making you take a step back.

“Don’t think I didn’t listen when you said that.” his voice was rough, and slightly raspy. You always thought he never listened. But no, when it was you, he’d listen. Even if it was the most boring thing ever.

“I’ll never smoke, unless I plan on dying.” he repeated your words. “You think I’m dumb?”he asked coldly, his sword pressing against your neck.