Disclaimer: Misa no own One Piece.
That fragrance that passed his nose just as he went to sleep, that caring caress on the side of his face when he was just pretending to. He could never figure it out.
Every night, as he lay on his hammock and his mind drifted off into perverted fantasies, there was always that one smell. It was a sweaty, filled of perspiration, kind of scent.
Every night, he would lay there, wait for the soft touch on his cheek, and drift off knowing someone was there watching him fondly.
Every night, he cracked an eyelid open, and his worries were all gone, as he went to sleep knowing Zoro was watching over him.