156

by weissofthecorax

Luffy gets his hands on a picture dial after the Davy Back Fight and clumsy hole-and-corner silliness ensues as he takes 156 pictures over the next 7 days, capturing unguarded moments and, sometimes, sides of his nakama he's never seen before, until someone finally takes it away from him. Set post-Davy Back/pre-Water 7 LuffyxEveryone with light hints of LuNa.

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Luffy already knows who his next target is but he waits until later that day, after his stomach is full of Sanji's meaty stew and everyone has spread out across the Going Merry, except for Robin, who is still too tired to leave the lounge.

The sun has risen high in the sky over Long Ring Long Land when Luffy emerges, swaddled in a bright red sweatshirt and too many blankets, per the doctor's orders. It's not very sneaky, so he flips the loose ends up over his head and shoulders like a cloak and tiptoes up the stairs to the afterdeck.

A quick glance around tells him no one's watching - he shoves into the mikan grove and weaves his way to the sternmost border. He peeks around the last tree and grins - Zoro's right where he knew he'd be, slouched in his favorite place against the gunwale, swords propped against his right shoulder, a beer cradled in his hand.

He's not asleep - Luffy ducks back into the grove as his eyelids flicker. He's sharp as ever, his eyes narrowing in Luffy's direction. He looks away, though, out to sea; he thinks he's alone, Luffy knows, because his left hand rises to rub at his right bicep.

It's not bandaged anymore, but it's still purple and red from bruises and frostbite. He feels the same ache in his own muscles; it hurts, but his swordsman doesn't complain. He stares out at the sea, his face somehow calm yet serious at the same time, his eyebrows drawing together as if in deep thought.

Luffy finds himself frowning and raising the picture dial, even though Zoro's awake and he'll hear the snap of the shot for sure - but maybe he wants that, maybe he wants Zoro to look away from whatever's on his grim mind -

He presses the button. The dial clicks, and Zoro's eyes slide away from the sea, towards his hiding spot, though the swordsman doesn't turn his head.

"Luffy," he says, looking back out at the waves. "Lend me a blanket, will you?"

Grinning, Luffy shoves the dial back into his pocket before stepping out of the bushes. He crosses the sun-warmed deck and lends his swordsman a lot more than one blanket.

A bed is always warmer when shared, anyway.