𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 proposes not even a week after becoming the greatest swordsman.
he’s more quiet. he spends an odd amount of time in franky’s workshop.
then, as you two sit out in the deck following a typical straw hat celebration, it happens. a muted ting! that drowns out the sound of the sea.
he sets the ring down beside you.
smooth. matte black. just your size; it was shaped and molded by your swordsman.
it’s made from yoru, a piece that had broken off during the final battle. wado, zoro’s will, was stronger.
“you waited.”
that’s all he says at first, his gaze trained on the sky, because he knows he’ll falter if he looks at you. he knows he’s rough around the edges, knows that his goal had been his focus for years.
and through it all, you waited. you respected his dedication, encouraged him to train on nights he could’ve spent with you, were fine with what he could provide even though you knew he’d been holding back.
he’s made promises before. he’s promised his strength, his unwavering loyalty, his skill.
to you, he promises his heart.
