The infiltration in the Land of Wano was going smoothly, successfully.

While some of the others had decided to accompany Luffy to rescue Sanji from Big Mom’s hands at Whole Cake, the rest was already mingling with the people from Wano, without drawing attention at all.

Well, that is, if we don’t count Zoro.

The man had already his own wanted posters all over the country, looking for the mysterious swordsman. And after learning he was in a deadly fight against some man called Kamazo the Manslayer near the Ringo region, you, since you were also around that area in your own infiltration mission, decided to help your crewmate and stop him from drawing even more attention.

Without any need to speak about your intentions, you and Zoro retreated after the fight with Kamazo had finished, seeking refuge in a small wooden house, cozy enough for you to treat the wound on his right shoulder, that had been bleeding out the whole way there.

Zoro, albeit reluctantly, sat on a makeshift futon on the floor, the upper part of his kimono discarded aside, stained with blood.

Hisses and grunts echoed in the room when you disinfected his wound—lucky you, you had a first-aid kit with you for this occasion—illuminated dimly by an oil lamp next to the two of you.

When you applied the bandages, with a-bit-more-than-needed force because you were frustrated and upset with his reckless behavior, Zoro scoffed, raising one of his eyebrows while his good eye was fixed on your face, the oil lamp casting shadows on his own.

“you’re not treating an animal, you know,” he spoke, his voice raspy and low, not wanting to stress nor annoy you further.

“Am I a ham to you?” Zoro asked, his expression remaining calm. How infuriating…