"Hey, you alright?" You sigh, holding a hand to your head. Where you alright? Considering the fact that you were just smacked in the face with a two ton door and thrown thirty feet across the room, not really. But hey he, the brute who just honored you with a concussion, didn't need to know that.

"Just peachy," You feel around until your fingers scrape the spirals of your notebook. You pull it into your hands, gently touching the new and unwelcome folds in the cover and pages. "Though I can't say the same for this." You wave the book over your head, hearing a muffled curse as the man steps back.

You almost yelp when you feel the unbelievably strong grip on your wrist, halting your paper waving. "You trying to hit me in the face or what!?" Oh no he didn't.

"Well," You yank your arm from his grasp, shoving yourself up from the pavement and brushing off your black jeans. "Considering the fact you just went all whack a mole on my face, maybe you deserve a little tap eh?"

You hear him huff as you take a step away from the building. "Well maybe if you were watching where you were going-"

The sound of your notebook smacking the side of the man's arm echoes throughout the entire plaza. "OI WHAT THE HELL IS-"

"Watching where I'm going is kinda of an issue you see," You snap, pointing at your sightless eyes. "Because I'm blind."

"Oh…." You assume that's all he's going to say, thus you go about gathering your spilled writing materials from the pavement. An electric jolt shoots through your core as you feel the calloused skin of his hand brush against yours.

"What-"

"Sorry." He mumbles, gathering what was left of your materials and pulling you up by your shoulders. Slightly shell-shocked you stand there for a moment, too stunned to notice the way his hands linger for a moment on the wrinkled cotton of your jacket.

"Oh uh, it's no problem really….sorry for hitting you." You barely manage to force the words from your throat, stomach tightening as you reach up to rub the back of your neck.

"No I deserved it. I'm Zoro." He puts his hand in yours, giving it a quick but gruff shake. You nearly don't have time to return the gesture before he pulls away, apparently waiting for some type of response from you…..Oh.

"Duh right, I'm-"

"I know who you are…" He says, effectively silencing your and putting your creeper alarms on high alert.

"How...?" You're pretty sure you look like some kind of mole rat with the way you're pinching your face up and pursing your lips in suspicion.

The sound of him ruffling through something catches your attention before his arm is guiding you away. "You're in my writing class. (Y/n)….right?" You nod dumbly so he continues. "You want to…..walk together I guess?"

"I don't need help you know." Your pouting face is even dorkier than your suspicious face; arms crossed with lips froze in permanent beak position and eyebrows scrunched together. He actually laughs; well okay it's more of a chuckle but still.

"Yeah I know…" He sounds…shy? "I need help, I've been walking the halls since lunch started and I still can't find it."

You blank, staring at where you assume his head must be. "It is literally the same place its always been, why can you suddenly not find it this time?" He grumbles something that sounds almost like 'Idiots too smart for their own good' before he starts down a random hall.

"Because I can't alright!? Now just help me or we're both gonna end up late!" After several minutes of arguing, insulting, naming calling, and hair pulling (mostly you pulling what you find out is his very green hair and him pulling your ponytail when you nearly run into a locker or other student) you both manage to reach the class with seconds to spare.

"Alright everyone welcome to advanced biology…"

He stops, you stop, the teacher is most likely staring at the two of you.

"I thought you knew where you were going!" He snaps at you. You motion to your face.

"Still blind here!"

"Well how do you usually find the classroom!?" Zoro's so close you can feel his breath on your cheek.

"My friend Nami usually walks me there! How do you usually find the classroom oh wise one!?" You jab a finger into his (very muscular) chest.

"My friend Luffy usually takes me there…" He mumbles and you both let out a groan.

Two minutes later you're both sitting in the coffee shop across the street, annoying all of the patrons inside.

"I thought you knew where you were going!"

"Oi I did! They just…switched the buildings!"

"Oh please, I'm blind so I have an excuse for my shitty sense of direction! What's yours?"

"OI!"

"What!?"

"…you wanna get a coffee or something?"

"…yeah."

Lesson 8: The best people to get lost with are the people you don't realize you love until it happens.