"Tch."
Roronoa Zoro couldn't believe he was doing this. But there he was, standing in the women's quarters, a small wrinkled package in hand.
"What am I doing?" Frustration played across knotted brow and foiled frown. "What am I doing?" he repeated, this time louder. But the swordsman still found no answer. Zoro let loose a loud sigh and he furiously tousled his green locks. What was he doing?
This was stupid.
All he had to do was put it on the bed. That was it. She wouldn't even have to know that it was from him. Even though his objective could easily be accomplished in one swift gesture, he could not will himself to deposit the package and leave.
Silently, he weighed it, the pros and cons. The pluses and minuses built up in his head, and Zoro suddenly realized he was never very good at math. He'll just toss it, he decided, and he spun around to leave. But his exit was interrupted by the faint lull of a familiar voice:
"Kenshi-san?"
His muscles tensed. A soft grunt of surprise fell from his lips. He could rush by her and toss the thing overboard before she even knew it existed. But the thoughts trapped him there, and he remained bound to the deck as the soft click-clack of heel against wood approached.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, drawing to a halt a few feet away. Her brows were furrowed; concern flickered across her face, and Zoro suddenly felt foolish for even thinking of tossing the package overboard.
"Nothing's wrong!" Zoro barked. "Here!" He hastily shoved the gift into her arms.
Surprise lit up the woman's face as she stared down at the package. "What is this?"
"What does it look like?" A stream of red drew itself across Zoro's cheeks and he hastily made his way to the exit.
"Kenshi-san?"
He paused at the door.
"Thank you."
The swordsman scratched the back of his head and scowled.
"You're welcome."