~~ I'm into you ~~ Zosan/Sanzo ~~ Oneshots ~~

Their love for each other. (II)

Zoro's POV
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Post-Fishman Island

He looked in complete serenity in my arms, slow breathing but cold body. 'Stupid cook, always doing stupid things.' I thought to myself, calling Franky to lend a hand. After raising his glasses — which revealed an insanely shocked cyborg — he dropped the ladder,  climbing on with one hand. When I made it on the ship, I almost toppled over when it staggered back and forth from hundreds of cannons being shot. The now aggravated Luffy stretched each individual finger and created a large net for all the cannons to land in before throwing them off in the horizon.

"Zoro, get him in my office now!" A sudden small voice came from below me, running around the place with a stethoscope. I couldn't figure out what he was doing but left him be, running towards the infirmary and dropping the cook there. I stared him up and down for a while, wondering thoughts I never would've imagined, such as how we would have to show affection to each other every once in a while and how we have to try to prevent fights from occurring. 'Damn it! Why do I keep thinking of him!? I don't understand, it's not like I like him!'  I shook my head aggressively, trying to brush off these intrusive thoughts.

Then, the door swung open, displaying our doctor Chopper in a concerned state. His body trembled as he went to grab his brand-new thermometer that Frank remade. After seeing his temperature, he asked me to undress him so he could further inspect him. I know doctors do this stuff on a daily basis, but it felt different to be undressing a guy who's been my rival since the start. As I removed his clothing, Chopper ran up to us and took his stool, climbing up onto the bed and checking his pulse.

"Okay, I think we're good! He's still breathing but unconscious. Please watch him while I check on Usopp!" He quickly mentioned, grabbing some medical instruments and a first aid kit. It was still and quiet in the room. Even with the immense amount of shaking, I was deep into thought just thinking about the same chef over and over again. I readjusted myself on the seat and dragged it closer to the bed, flipping his hand over onto mine. I squeezed it tightly, the same thoughts reappearing in my head. 'How did no one notice?'

Suddenly, as I restrained his hand from moving, his body quickly flinched. It trembled under mine as I let go of it, rolling the chair back further away from him. He coughed out a bit of built up water and began to speak. "Nami-swan..?" He whispered with a slight bit of hope. He rubbed his eyes and forced them open, looking around for his 'Nami-swan'. I sighed lowly and spun the chair back in front of him, narrowing my eye upon seeing the delicate chef move unearthly. "What do you want?" I asked him unmannerly, sitting upright the chair with a deadly gaze worn on my face. He followed along and sat up, holding onto the wall for support. "What's with the attitude, moron?" He snapped back at me, fixing his tie and hair in the process.

I threw him a mirror from Chopper's desk as he began to examine his tangles, slowly uncurling them. Out of nowhere, I heard a thud coming from the bed as the mirror was dropped onto it. A crimson red began to burn up on his face as the ship took a sharp turn. I understood his shock and immediately replied with, "Some stupid love cook decided to fall off the ship." He stared at the bed as he kept on being pushed from side to side. He tumbled back down on the bed as I got up and tried to help him, throwing the chair back. I held onto his back and helped him sit up, unintentionally pulling him closer to my face.

Clearly out of my mind, I leaned in and our lips barely touched, before our body's fell back to the left. I was below the cook and he was on top, which was an uncomfortable sight to be seen. He stared into my eyes as if he's just seen a ghost, frozen in spot. "Curly-brows." I spoke, holding onto his neck as I began to pull him down. A tint of red could be seen on both faces as he quickly turned his head the other direction to hide his embarrassment. After moments of silence, I heard quiet whispers coming from outside the door. I couldn't distinguish what they were saying but I instantly kicked him off me. He began to cough a lot harder and puddles of water was now on the bed.