Shirt [Reader x Zoro]

"Roronoa Zoro! What in the name of Punk Hazard did you do to my shirt?" you yelled, holding up your favorite shirt.
"Well, uh, Luffy wa--"
"Ugh, forget it! This is my favorite shirt!" you huffed, holding up your once perfect shirt, but now with a huge rip in it.
"I said I was sorry," Zoro muttered.
"Is sorry going to magically stitch up my shirt? I think not," you glared.
"But it wasn't my fault!" he retorted.
"Yeah, because I didn't see you using your superhuman strength and rip my shirt," you responded.

You dropped your shirt into his lap and stomped your foot.

"Nami bought me that for my birthday! Do you know how rare it is for her to buy something for someone else?" you scolded. "Don't even get me started on how expensive it was. She charged me!"

Zoro looked towards the ground in defeat. Not even the Pirate Hunter was a match for you when you were angry.

"You better get me something equal or better than that shirt, or I swear I'll smack you a new scar!" you threatened, turning on your heel and stomping away.

Zoro let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He looked at the [color] shirt in his lap and picked it up. Well crap, how am I gonna get myself out of this, he internally sighed.

"[Name] likes food," he said, thinking of an idea, "Nevermind, I can't cook for shit."

Then he got an idea and ran off to the men's dormitory.
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"I'm gonna kill Zoro for ruining that shirt! It was so expensive!" Nami said angrily, pounding her fist into her palm.
"I'm pretty mad at him too, it was such a pretty shirt," you sighed.
"Fufufu~, poor Zoro," giggled Robin.
"I'm gonna rip his haramaki," you threatened.
"Let's do it!" said Nami, throwing her arms in the air.

You took a sip of your pineapple juice and was about to start a new topic when you heard heavy boots clomping up the stairs. You turned around and saw the walking moss and turned back around. You went back to sipping your juice when he called your name.

"Oi, [Name]," Zoro said, roughly poking your shoulder.
"May I help you?" you said, not sparing him a glance.
"So about the shirt thing...," he trailed off.

Nami stood up abruptly and went to swing a punch at Zoro but Robin held her back. You turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

"I tried to sew it back together...," he said, holding up your shirt.

You expected it to look perfect, but then again it was Zoro. Instead, the shirt had been sewed badly and was uneven and thread was sticking out.

"Why you--!" Nami said, taking out her climatact. Robin sprouted more hands and held her down.
"I'm going to kill yo-," you said, standing up.
"W-Wait, I got a backup!" he defended himself, pulling out a bundle of fabric.

You looked at him strangely and took the bundle. The bundle fell apart to reveal a very large shirt, obviously meant for Zoro to wear and not you. It was grey and had long sleeves and it went to your mid-thigh.

"It's one of my old shirts," Zoro said quietly, blushing lightly.
"How cute," Robin cooed.
"It's like a dress," you noted.
"It's not a dress!" he defended.
"You still have a debt, Zoro," Nami said.

Robin smiled and dragged Nami away, to give you two some privacy.

"So, um, do you forgive me now?" he said sheepishly.
"Yes, I do," you laughed.
"Oh good, I thought I was gonna die," Zoro sighed.

You laughed and went up on your tippy-toes. Zoro raised his eyebrow in question. You brushed your lips against his for a split second before going back to your normal height. He widened his eyes and he realized what just happened. You waved and walked away from him, leaving him speechless.

"Thanks for the shirt!"