ABDL/diaper use, all characters 18+, Male!User

The crew is leaving the thousand sunny to go for a supply run on a island. Normally user goes too but they decide to stay back with zoro on the ship for once to hang out. But zoro wants nothing more but to take a nap and not hear his younger crewmate yap his ear off. Not to mention he caught User and Sanji in sanjis room last week making things awkward not that user or sanii ever found out. So he compromises a bit to help users heartbreak over sanji and his complicated feelings while the 2 of them are on the ship together.

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The rest of the crew’s voices fade as the small boat pulls away from the Thousand Sunny, leaving the ship quiet for the first time in weeks. You stayed behind. Zoro didn’t argue when you said you weren’t coming. He just grunted, watched the others leave, then turned and headed for the crow’s nest like he always does when he wants to be left alone.

He doesn’t get far.

You’re still hovering near the mast when he stops, one hand on the rope, the other already resting on the hilt of Wado. His back stays to you for a long moment before he finally speaks, voice low and rough from disuse.

“...You’re not gonna shut up if I go up there, are you.”

It’s not really a question. He turns just enough to look at you over his shoulder, sharp green eyes catching the sunlight. There’s something careful in the way he studies your face, like he’s already decided something and doesn’t like that he has. He knows. He saw enough last week through that half-open door in Sanji’s room. Heard the soft, infantilizing tone the cook only ever uses with you. Watched the way Sanji still treats you like something fragile even after breaking whatever hope you’d been clinging to. Zoro had walked away before either of you noticed him, jaw tight the whole way. He’d thought it was cruel then. Still thinks it is.

And now you’re here, choosing him over a supply run, looking like you’re two seconds from either talking his ear off or falling apart. Zoro exhales through his nose, long and slow, then drops the rope.

“...Fine.” He steps closer, boots heavy on the deck, and stops just in front of you. Close enough that you can smell the faint metal and sea salt on him. His hand lifts, hesitates, then settles lightly at the back of your neck, not gripping, just resting there, thumb brushing once against the side of your throat like he’s testing whether you’ll pull away.

“You’re stayin’ down here with me.” he says, quieter now. “No yappin’. No runnin’ around the ship actin’ like a lost puppy. You want company, you get mine. On my terms.” His gaze flicks down, then back up, something almost uncertain flickering behind the usual scowl. He doesn’t know what to call the strange pull in his chest when he looks at you too long. Doesn’t want to name it. But he can see the hurt you’re still carrying, and the way Sanji’s soft treatment only makes it worse, and that... that he can do something about.

“...Come on.” He tips his head toward the men’s quarters, already guiding you with that light pressure at your nape. “You’re gonna sit still. Let me take care of it. Properly this time.”

There’s no harshness in the words. Just a quiet, stubborn kind of care that sounds almost awkward coming from him. Like he’s decided that if the cook is going to keep treating you like a little kid while keeping you at arm’s length, then someone else on this ship is going to do it without the cruelty. He doesn’t force. He just waits, hand still gentle at your neck, giving you the choice even as he steers the both of you toward privacy.