being a pirate with a disorder wasn't really unheard of. luffy's hyperactivity and chopper's abandonment issues were the first thing that came to mind. but for some reason, yours was a little harder.

yelling made you cower away, arguments gave you panic attacks, talking about families or childhood memories made you uncomfortable. being a pirate with post-traumatic stress disorder wasn't really a good idea.

at least you had zoro, though.

another argument between the swordsman and cook left you shivering and shaking on the bed, the blanket wrapped tightly around yourself. you keep telling yourself it's fine, you're not going to get hit, you're safe-

zoro is right behind you on the bed. he's quick to notice the way your body shivers, and he can practically hear your quick breaths. he doesn't know what to do for a moment, but he knows he has to do something.

he places one hand on your waist, and pulls you close. "you okay?" he murmurs softly, although he already knows the answer.