Zorobin one shots

Chapter 7

The bell rang, signaling the end of another monotonous day at Shells Town High School. Students scattered across the hallways, their voices filling the air with excited chatter. Among the crowd, a tall, muscular boy named Roronoa Zoro walked with a stoic expression on his face, his three katanas slung over his shoulder.

Zoro's reputation as the toughest student in school preceded him. His intimidating appearance and distant demeanor kept most students at arm's length. However, hiding behind his tough exterior was a deep passion for swords and a love for the art of battle.

As Zoro made his way toward the school gates, he spotted a familiar figure leaning against the brick wall. It was Nico Robin, the quiet and mysterious girl who often kept to herself. Her dark hair fell in waves around her shoulders, and her glasses framed her captivating eyes.

Zoro couldn't help but feel a strange pull towards Robin. Her intelligence and enigmatic aura intrigued him, even though he knew practically nothing about her. Most students avoided Robin, claiming she was too strange or a bad omen, but Zoro saw something different.

"Oi, Robin," Zoro called out as he approached her. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the library?"

Robin smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I have my reasons, Zoro. Not everyone spends their afternoons practicing swordplay, you know."

Zoro smirked. "Well, not everyone can handle three swords like I can."

As the two bantered, Zoro couldn't help but notice a sadness hidden behind Robin's eyes. He wondered what secrets she carried and what had led her to become such an outcast.

"Hey, Robin," Zoro said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Do you want to grab a drink with me? We can go to that café a few blocks away."

Robin raised an eyebrow, surprised by the unexpected invitation. "Are you asking me out, Zoro?"

Zoro scratched the back of his head, feeling a faint blush spread across his cheeks. "Well, yeah. I mean, if you want to. It's just a chance to get to know each other better."

Robin's eyes softened, her curiosity piqued. "Okay, Zoro. I'll go with you."

The café was a cozy, dimly lit space, offering a respite from the chaos of the outside world. Zoro and Robin settled into a corner booth, their conversation flowing effortlessly.

They started by discussing their favorite books, discovering a mutual love for literature. Zoro was surprised to find Robin's knowledge extending far beyond his own, and he found himself becoming more captivated by her every word.

As the hours passed and the café grew quieter, Zoro decided to take a leap of faith. "Robin, why do you isolate yourself from everyone else?"

Robin's gaze fell to her hands, her voice barely above a whisper. "People fear what they do not understand. I have always been different, and my uniqueness has caused me to be an outcast."

Zoro reached across the table, tenderly taking Robin's hand in his. "You don't have to face it alone, Robin. I see beyond everyone's judgments, and I find you fascinating. Let me be there for you."

Robin looked up, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears. "Zoro, no one has ever offered me that kind of acceptance before. Thank you."

The tension between them was palpable, and without a second thought, Zoro leaned in, capturing Robin's lips with his own. The kiss was gentle yet filled with a deep longing, as if their souls had found their missing piece.

They broke apart, their eyes locked, and a burst of laughter escaped Robin's lips. "I can't believe it, Zoro. The school's toughest guy has a sensitive and caring side."

Zoro couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Well, you bring out the best in me, Robin."