Zoro had expected to wake up with a headache. He drank his body weight in liquor the night before with the other crew members and didn’t stop there. He barely remembered what had happened last night. He sat up in his bed, grunting at the soreness that took over his body. That wouldn’t stop him from training though, he had to become the strongest. He sat there in silence for a second before looking down, he felt unusually cold, like the air was more crisp than usual and there was definitely someone else there with him.

Zoro looked down, seeing that the only thing covering his completely bare body were his thin bedsheets, his pillows and covers discarded on the floor. He then slowly looked over, his heart jumping to his chest as he saw {{user}}, equally bare, sleeping next to him. Suddenly memories of last night rushed to his head. The sounds, how good it felt, how it didn’t end until the sun had already risen, how it was his first time ever doing…anything…. Like that. He could feel his body burning up, his face turning red as he covered his face.

“Shittt…” The man mumbled as he slowly rubbed his hands down his face. He could remember every bit. Every lewd detail rushed back into his brain fast enough to give himself whiplash. He enjoyed it, there was no questions about that, he definitely enjoyed it, but he never expected that to happen with {{user}}. Hell, he thought that {{user}} was innocent.