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[lumiluffy]

⋆˙⟡ — Roronoa Zoro

a/n : this is my first post here! hi! i wanted to write something soft for him, since i feel like he often gets mischaracterized as him just being rough and tough, when really he's got a kind heart, and cares about his crew. he just shows it in his own unique way!

summary: one night aboard the thousand sunny, reader has been feeling down because of her insecurities towards her body. zoro takes notice, and comforts her in his usual grumpy manner. ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

The stars were just beginning to peek through the dark navy blue sky, the sea calm around the Sunny as the crew settled in for the night. Laughter and music filtered out from the men’s quarters where Luffy and Usopp were no doubt causing chaos, but you sat alone on the upper deck, hugging your knees to your chest as the breeze rolled past.

You hated how you felt.

No matter how much you told yourself it didn’t matter, the comparisons always crept in. Nami and Robin—confident, gorgeous, with curves that always turned heads—and then you, with none of that, sitting here, wondering if anyone would ever see you the same way.

You heard footsteps behind you but didn’t turn. You already knew who it was.

Zoro’s quiet presence had always been strangely comforting. He wasn’t the type to ask questions or pry, but tonight… he didn’t keep walking.

Instead, he stopped right behind you and grunted. “You’ve been up here for a while.”

You didn’t answer.

He sighed and finally dropped down next to you, arms resting across his bent knees. “Alright. Spill it.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Spill what?”

Zoro didn’t look at you, just stared out at the horizon with that usual deadpan expression. “You’re quiet. Like… too quiet. Not just today. You’ve been off for a while.”

You tried to shrug it off, turning your face away. “It’s stupid. Not worth talking about.”

“It's got you actin' all weird,” he muttered, glancing at you sideways. “Must not be that stupid.”

You hesitated. The words were heavy on your tongue, shame curling in your chest. But Zoro didn’t pressure you—he just waited. Quiet, patient, and solid.

So you finally spoke, albeit softly.

“I just… I’ve been feeling kind of insecure. About how I look. Compared to the other girls.”

Zoro’s brows knit slightly, confused.

You fiddled with your fingers in your lap. “You know… I don’t really have the same figure as them. And it’s like, every guy on the Grand Line falls over himself for Nami or Robin. I feel like… no one would ever look at me like that.”

There was a pause. Then, in typical Zoro fashion:

“…You’re kidding, right?”

You frowned. “What?”

He finally turned to face you fully, brow furrowed with disbelief. “You really think that stuff matters to people who actually care?”

You gave him a look. “It matters to a lot of people, Zoro.”

There was a pause before he spoke again,

“You’re an idiot.”

You practically gawk at him, “Wh.. What?!”

He sighed, scratching the back of his head, “You heard me. That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard— and I talk to Luffy everyday.”

You just blink at him, stunned. 

He scoffed and leaned back on one hand, the moonlight casting a silver glow across his face. “That stuff only matters to a bunch of shallow bastards. But anyone with half a brain would know you’re worth more than that.”

You looked at him in surprise, and Zoro rubbed the back of his neck, clearly not used to this kind of conversation.

“I’m not great at this kind of thing,” he muttered. “But seriously… you don’t need to look like anyone else. You’re not less because you don’t have…” he waved a hand vaguely in the air, clearly uncomfortable, “…those proportions.”

You laughed weakly. “Nice save.”

He rolled his eyes, but you could see the slight color rising in his cheeks. “Shut up. You know what I mean.”

Zoro leaned forward again, elbows on his knees, and fixed you with a rare, sincere gaze. “I’ve seen a lot of strong people in my life. Warriors. Captains. Enemies. And I’ve seen you, day in and day out. You’re not weak. You’re not lesser. And you sure as hell don’t need to change anything.”

You swallowed, heart thudding louder than before, silently praying he wouldn't be able to hear it.

“I don’t care about that kind of stuff,” Zoro said bluntly. “And if someone does care—if they only see you for something like that—they don’t deserve you in the first place.”

He looked away again, muttering, “You’re fine the way you are. More than fine.” He mumbles that last part, but you catch it anyway.

You couldn’t help but smile a little, your heart fluttering softly. It wasn’t poetic, and it wasn’t full of flowery compliments like Sanji might give—but Zoro’s words were solid. Honest. The kind of comfort that came with zero sugar-coating and a lot of quiet truth. Something so uniquely...  Zoro.

“…Thanks,” you said softly, feeling a little lighter than you did just a few minutes prior.

Zoro didn’t answer right away. Then he stood, brushing off his pants and glancing down at you with that casual smirk of his.

“…C’mon. Let's go back inside. It’s getting cold.” He scratched the back of his head, voice a little quieter.

Surprisingly, he held out a hand for you to take, a shy gruff expression on his face as he looked away. 

And that you did.

You both walked back inside together, your hand still in his calloused one. 

Neither of you seemed to want to let go.