one piece · zosan · rivals to lovers · post thriller bark · zoro · sanji · rivalry · loyalty · anime · fan pairing
The sickbay on the Thousand Sunny was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp and the pale moonlight filtering through the porthole. The air smelled of antiseptic and salt, mingling with the faint rustle of bandages. Zoro's head throbbed as he pushed himself upright, the bandages around his skull tight against his skin. Chopper had nodded permission, and now the swordsman moved through the quiet ship, each step deliberate. He reached the door to Sanji's room, pushed it open slowly, and saw the cook's blue eyes already open, his hands wrapped in gauze. Zoro's jaw tightened as he stepped closer, stopping at the bedside. "You look like crap, cook."