Pairing: Zoro/Usopp
Rating: PG
Warning: Shounen-ai, suggestive content
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with the characters used in this fanfiction.
Sketchbook
As Zoro began to rouse from his sleep, the first thing he was aware of was the ever-present scent of seawater on the light breeze, and the sounds of the gulls as they glided on it. Then he heard something else. A soft scratching of something being slid so carefully along.
He blinked in the sunlight as he opened his eyes and, when he adjusted to it, there he was.
Usopp sat in the shade that the mast threw over the deck. He sat crossed-legged and hunched over his sketchbook, the tip of his tongue poking from between his lips as he concentrated on the delicate movement of graphite over paper.
Zoro shrugged and closed his eyes. Perhaps he'd have a nap before dinner.
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With the sun starting to dip over the horizon, Zoro climbed down into the boy's cabin to retrieve some weights for an evening training session. Hopefully Chopper wouldn't notice that he had only waited half an hour after eating instead of the insisted sixty minutes.
He happened to knock Usopp's hammock with his elbow and there was a soft thud as the sketchbook hit the floor. Sighing, he bent down to pick it up and put it back, but then Zoro's eyes bulged wide open when he saw the page it had fallen open to.
It was the sketch Usopp had been bent over earlier that afternoon, showing Zoro as he would usually nap with his back resting against the gun wall. Except Zoro didn't have any clothes on in the drawing. His swords were held at an angle to preserve a bit of his dignity.
As he silently closed the sketchbook and placed it back on the hammock, Zoro found himself thinking that it wasn't a bad drawing at all.
END