On graduation day, many boys gave their crushes the second button on their uniform. The button closest to your heart. Zoro had to fight half of the damn guys in his class in a silent-stare off to prevent them from even getting near you on the last day of highschool.

You were at your lockers, gathering the last of your things up into your backpack. You always had a habit of procrastinating everything up until the last moment. Zoro watched you from afar. He glanced down at his black uniform. Hesitating for only a moment, pink already spreading across his tanned skin, he tore off the second button and gripped it in his hand.

Holy hell. He's actually going to do this. Zoro took a deep breath and walked up to you, gripping the button in his hand so tightly it was surely going to leave an imprint.

"Hey," he grumbled, averting his gaze. "I... have something for you."