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cw: angst. luffy x reader but platonic sanji and zoro x reader are the focus here. selfship-coded reader.

Two cups of hibiscus tea are set before your unexpected guests. The first, Sanji takes a glance at the tea, takes two sips, then asks you if you’ll allow him in your kitchen, and the second, Zoro, would rather it were sake, but you don’t carry alcohol in your small home in Cherry Blossom Kingdom for fear of… choices you would rather not admit you could make under the influence.

“Knock yourself out.”

Sanji bristles for a moment at the apathy in your voice but doesn’t linger, taking his tea with him and rummaging towards the fridge and then the pantry. Zoro gives you a look, arms still crossed and large enough to make your small couch look a bit comically so, but it’s not like you’ve designed anything in your new life around the comfort of your former crewmates. It’s been a year since you’ve grieved and ultimately left, and about three months since you stopped responding to letters - you should have expected them to show up.

“I must be the luckiest woman in the Grand Line,” you say humorlessly, sipping your own tea. Your hair is wrapped in a scarf, not your favorite, not the one of which Luffy had a piece, and your hair pokes out far enough in the front to cover the star on your forehead, a recent conscious choice. “Both of you managed to stop fighting long enough to make a trip together. Insane.”

Sanji doesn’t give in to your jab, and all you hear from behind you is water rushing from a faucet as he washes his hands. Zoro doesn’t bite either, still eyeing you carefully through his one good eye. You don’t like it, you feel no better than an organism under a microscope.

“Are you going to tell me what brought you here?” you pivot, now impatient.

Zoro leans forward still watching, and it feels as though he’s taunting you now with his silence. Sanji has switched to cutting something on your kitchen counter, and the steady tap-tap-tap of metal hitting wood substitutes conversation in a way that is stifling to you.

A few quiet moments pass. Zoro does not appear to have any intention of offering you anything in the way of words or gestures, but his gaze has shifted away from you, observing the surroundings. Your house is well-kept, if not bare of decoration and relatively utilitarian. You have food in the fridge, snacks in the pantry, books sprawled across the table. The carpet is clean. There’s an old television as some form of entertainment.

You’re surviving.

“You have some audacity to show up without Luffy,” you finally snap, although your voice is still soft and steady still.

The cutting stops and Zoro’s eye shifts back to you.

You know it’s unfair but now your anger roils in your chest and you double down in your cruelty.

“Is this some kind of wellness check? Did you worry I’d kill myself because I stopped writing back for a couple months? I’m literally fine.”

Zoro finally takes a sip, still watching. Sanji resumes cutting and you hear the click of gas lighting a stove.

“Sanji, don’t cook a meal in my house.”

When you whip your head in his direction, he has one hand in his pocket reaching for a cigarette. He doesn’t light it indoors but it stays in his mouth. The stove doesn’t turn off.

“Did you hear me?” you hiss.

“Yeah. Loud and clear.”

And he continues, chewing slightly on the end of the cigarette.

Practically incredulous, your face grows hot, but Zoro clears his throat too, and finally speaks.

“Is it so wrong to care?”

Your eye twitches.

“Caring is one thing, but showing up unannounced like I’m some charity case is another.”

“Where’s the charity?” Zoro replies. “I’ve done nothing but stare at your tea. Sanji cooks for literally anyone. You’re not being pitied.”

He’s right but you grit your teeth.

“You would think leaving the ship would send a message to you guys.”

“You left amicably,” Sanji calls over. “You didn’t scream or fight or disappear in the night. You just said you wanted to go home after the funeral. It’s not unreasonable.”

Your heart rends at his words.

The funeral. Tears prick at your eyes but you’re so damn tired of crying, you resist. It’s been a year.

“We’re just saying hello.” Zoro adds.

“Hello then.”

Get out, isn’t said or really meant. You could never truly chase them out. After all, as difficult as you are, they were your crew too. They are your friends too, regardless of where Luffy has gone without you.

Something sizzles on the stove and Zoro rises to open a couple of your windows. Cold, wintry air finds its way in immediately, but it’s offset by the warmth of the kitchen. He tosses you one of your own throw blankets folded on the couch anyway.

“I’m sorry all we can offer you is our presence.” Zoro says gruffly. It sounds like it should be rude, but it’s sincere coming from the swordsman. “We could still bring you his-”

“I already told you I don’t fucking want it.”

Zoro sighs, then reaches over for the tea finally.

“We’re not going to fight you on it anymore.”

You pull your legs into your chest. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“I keep telling you guys I’m okay and you won’t fucking listen,” you say, shakily.

Zoro nods.

A few more beats pass, and unfortunately you still feel compelled to speak, more words tumbling out of your mouth against your will, like a falling avalanche.

“It was only a short while. Just a couple years. We barely have any pictures together, we didn’t get married, we didn’t have kids, it was fun sailing but that’s all it was. I loved him but he’s gone now, and that’s all it was. It’s just like a breakup, okay. Of course I’m sad. You guys are all sad, too! It’s not like I’m going to die over it, I’m not hiding from anyone, I’m just doing my research, I’m just not in the mood to sail anymore, I just don’t like the sea plus it’s not even safe for me, and yes, sure I miss him-” your rant breaks for a moment, with a soft sob, but no tears yet -”but it’s not going to kill me okay. Pirates die all the time, we were all fucking wanted dead or alive, well, maybe not you Sanji.” Another pause, and you heave again. Still no tears.

“It only hurts a little now.”

It only takes Sanji stepping away from the stove for a moment, and his gentle presence at the back of your seat for you to finally burst into long held tears.

“We don’t even have a single damn picture together. He couldn’t stand still enough just so I could stare at something else but this,” you trail off, pulling out a crumpled up wanted poster in your pocket, the one thing that never leaves your side. You crumple it up again and attempt to toss it in your fit but you can’t bear to let it leave the palm of your hand.

Another sob, and you bury your head in your knees. Sanji shifts closer to pat your back as you cry while Zoro watches.

A meal boils on the stove as a sudden winter storm picks up outside your home.

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