Imagine loving a man so deeply within your soul that your heart starts HURTING when you fight him despite your physical body/brain not remembering him at all
Small Shurihone drabble based on this colourspread! ⤵️
"For you my precious Nami and dearest Robin!" Sanji, in all his flamboyant and dramatic glory, swings himself around towards the two women, in his hand he holds a tray with three drinks in it. The girls thank him and Sanji squirms from their praise, then he prances to Shuri, the last drink just for her.
"And for you, our new shining star." Shuri scoffs, her cheeks redding at such open and blunt praise but she takes the drink anyway, and thanks Sanji. Brook laughs above her, his finger coming to poke her cheek.
"You're very cute when you go red like that," he comments and Shuri only turns redder which makes Brook laugh harder. She rests against his ribcage, leaning into him, and takes a sip of her drink, the flavour and temperature refreshes her throat as the cool lake water tickles at her ankles. Brook's legs rest next to hers — an encage almost — his pants are rolled up to accommodate his length and the water licks at his tibia, his arms circle around her waist keeping Shuri close despite there being no need to.
The scene in front of them is no different from the usual events of the Sunny. Luffy laughs— loud and free — with his arm floaties, at whatever comedic routine Usopp is performing, right now with his pool noodle, Shuri guesses he's imitating the swordsman; the two women sit at the edge of the lake , Robin uses her fruit powers to toss some grapes into her mouth whilst Nami just lays there, soaking up the sun's warmth, Sanji and Zoro are fighting about whatever stupid thing they like to argue about; and she can see Jinbei and Chopper snorkelling together trying to peek at the wildlife.
"This is nice," Brook says, "how are you fitting in?" He asks, and Shuri, for a moment, has to think.
"It is different." Is all she can come up with.
Brook chuckles, in good nature, "Good different, or bad different?"
"I can't decide," she says, and then takes another sip of her drink. "This is nice, do you want some? It's cold too."
"Don't mind if I do!" He lowers himself down and clamps his teeth down on her straw, sucking up a portion of her drink.
"Hey!" Shuri says, "thief," she mumbles out, and Brook laughs, his head turning towards her so that he can nuzzle against her cheek — his own way of giving her a kiss; and of course she goes as red as a tomato, her heart fluttering and stealing her voice. Shuri would have thought her love sick feelings for Brook would have died down once he accepted her love for him; but it seemed to only make things worse for her.
He sits back up, his back straightening as he watches his friends, play in the water, nothing plaguing at their hearts, whilst embracing the woman he loves and will spend the rest of his life with.
In revenge, Shuri tilts her body up, arms reaching up, and grabbing those sunglasses of his and placing them on herself. Brook angles himself down, her mouth inches away from his, his bony long finger traces her cupid bow.
"Now who's the thief?" He asks, all quiet and soft. Shuri smiles, and she leans up to close the distance between him. Her hand settles atop his head, keeping him there — as if Brook would ever move away from her. His other hand soothes small shapes into her thigh.
A large splash of water collides with them, causing the two to break apart, and although Brook gets water on himself, it is Shuri who is absolutely soaked.
"Hey!" She shouts into the air, fury all over her face. "What's the big idea?!" Usopp makes a face at her, the culprit now obvious, and Luffy laughs as hard as he can.
"Get a room you two!" Usopp shouts back at her. In response Shuri straightens, her arm out stretches and out comes a familiar white friend. Usopp shrieks seeing his acquaintance, he backs away from where he stood as it begins to slowly follow him.
"Hey! C-come on Shuri I was just joking!" The arrow speeds forward and chases Usopp around the lake, though it never does quite hit him as one would think. Shuri settles back into Brook.
"Good different." Is all she says to him, and Brook squeezes her, unable to think of any melody or words that explain the softness and joy in his heart.
