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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The deck's planks aren't nearly as comfortable as Zoro's lap, even cushioned by so many blankets.

He knows where Zoro's gone even before he lifts his head to check. He feels the whoosh of air, hears the clank of heavy weights being swung. He rubs his eyes and tilts his head around. Sure enough, Zoro paces the other end of the afterdeck, swinging his monstrous weighted barbell like it's nothing but another sword.

He must be hurting still from his Groggy Ring match - and that ice bastard, damn him, the reddening burns on Zoro's arm glisten darker, purpler, under Chopper's shiny salve. His face is a stone mask, stoic as ever, but sweat drenches his face and runs in rivulets across the shifting muscles of his torso, catching on the long line of scar tissue to glister like droplets of rain on mikan leaves.

And when he twists away and paces back across the deck, the muscles in his back stand out, straining with effort, or pain.

Luffy reaches under the blankets, over the quietly snoring bump of fur curled against his abdomen, into his pocket for the picture dial.

He draws it out, raises it up - he waits, as Zoro paces across the deck, back and forth and back again, whoosh, clank, cutting the air with the weights.

On one perpendicular pass, Luffy has a clear shot of his stoic face as Zoro lifts the weights over his head.

For the briefest second, as his finger pushes the button, the stone mask crumbles and Zoro's face creases and he grits his teeth, hisses, but paces on, whoosh, clank - until Chopper flies out from under the blankets, shouting, "Zoro, what are you doing? You should be resting!"

And the pain vanishes without a trace, as the little reindeer charges across the afterdeck, shouting admonishments. But the stoic mask doesn't come back, and Luffy can't help but take another shot as his swordsman rolls his eyes and complains about Chopper's orders to sit down and rest. He is verbally unrepentant even as he sets his weights down and raises his hands to ward off the fuming doctor.

When Chopper turns his expert doctor's eye on Luffy, a brief, considering look that speaks too much of bitter gross teas, Luffy leaps from his nest and dashes into the mikan grove.