#spring works

Zoro

You are my only weakness. Just saying.

Roronoa Zoro didn’t believe in weaknesses.

Until you.

The swordsman who walked into battles against warlords and monsters without hesitation found himself confused when you’d almost get hurt.

He had trained his whole life to cut down anything that threatened what he protected, yet the thought of losing you made him actually think of your role in his life.

After a celebratory feast with the crew, he walked you outside and faced you fully.

“What?” You laughed, your last scene from the feast being Luffy stuffing a full sized turkey down his throat.

You quieted down when you saw the serious look on Zoro’s face.

“You’re my only weakness,” he muttered.

“Zoro, I—” you started.

“Just saying.”

If the world ever tried to use you against him, Zoro wouldn’t hesitate to choose you every time.

Levi

I don’t need forever. Just survive.

Levi watched the battlefield the way he always did—cold, precise, and already anticipating who might not make it back. He had buried too many comrades to pretend he deserved a happy ending.

However, when you stood beside him, blades ready, he felt something he refused to name.

So he turned slightly. “I don’t need forever.” Levi said quietly as he adjusted your grip on the handle of your blade. His gray eyes went to yours for half a second. “Just survive.”

Nanami

I don’t need excitement. I don’t need chaos. I need you.

Most people thought a sorcerer’s life needed thrill, danger, and recklessness to survive.

But Kento Nanami had always despised that idea. There was nothing glamorous about exhaustion, blood, and the constant expectation of dying.

What he wanted was quiet: steady evenings that ended before midnight and mornings that didn’t begin with an emergency call.

You were standing in the kitchen when he said it, sleeves rolled neatly as he loosened his tie after another long day.

“Hey.” You smiled.

He took a breath before he walked toward you.

“I don’t need excitement,” Nanami started plainly, voice calm but unusually soft. “I don’t need chaos.” He rested a warm, steady hand over yours on the counter, meeting your eyes without hesitation. “I need you.”

“You’ve got good taste,” he said to you immediately.

Sanji’s roaming eyes on the menu stopped and looked at you two.

“Do I?”

The chef nodded like it was obvious. “Anyone who orders that dish first understands food.”

Next to you, Usopp leaned toward Nami. “Oh no, he’s doing the ‘impress the pretty guest’ thing.”

Nami didn’t look away from her drink. “And Sanji’s doing the ‘about to commit a crime’ thing.”

Sanji smiled.

But it was not a nice smile.

The chef briefly left to the kitchen and came back with a with a small appetizer set neatly on a plate in front of you. “Try this. I made it earlier today.”

“Oh,” you said, amused. “You made it yourself?”

“Of course.”

Sanji stood up.

“Oi,” Zoro muttered, not looking up. “He’s going to explode.”

Sanji walked past the table without a word and into the kitchen.

No announcement. No hesitation.

Just gone.

The chef blinked. “Is he always like that?”

Luffy was already trying to eat your food. “Yup!”

You pinched his face before he could take the appetizer and took a bite.

“…it’s good,” you admitted.

The chef’s expression brightened.

From the kitchen, something loudly crashed.

A second later, Sanji reappeared holding a plate as well.

“I heard that,” he said calmly.

The chef frowned. “You were in my kitchen?”

“Yes.”

“Cooking?”

Sanji smiled again. “Yes.” Then he set the plate down in front of you.

“What is this?” you asked.

Sanji leaned down slightly. “Fixing your disappointment.”

The chef bristled. “Excuse me?”

Sanji didn’t look at him and watched you.

“Try mine,” he insisted.

You did.

“Can I?” Luffy asked, raising a hand.

“No!” Sanji yelled.

Then you slowly turned to the chef’s dish and tried it again.

Then Sanji’s.

Usopp whispered, “This is like watching a trial.”

Nami whispered back, “She’s the judge. We’re all just spectators.”

Zoro yawned. “Boring. Just say his is better and move on.”

“I wanna try!” Luffy whined. “Both look amazing!”

Sighing, you set fork down on a nearby napkin. You looked at Sanji. Then back at the chef.

“This one,” you pointed.

Sanji exhaled slowly.

Relief.

Victory.

Ego recovery.

The chef scoffed and placed both hands on his hips. “Seriously?”

You shrugged. “It tastes like he cared more.”

Sanji’s head tilted a fraction.

The chef looked offended. “I care plenty.”

“Oh?” he said softly. “Then why does yours feel like you were trying to impress a stranger instead of feeding someone?”

The chef stiffened but recovered quickly. “At least I didn’t go into someone else’s kitchen and start rearranging things.”

“I improved it.”

“You interfered.”

“I corrected it.”

You sighed quietly. “Sanji…”

The chef leaned forward slightly, testing. “So what, you think you’re better than me?”

“Yes,” he said simply.

Sanji smiled and the crew reacted instantly.

“Loud and proud!” Usopp smiled.

“Oh my god.” Nami clapped slowly.

“Well done.” Robin added, taking a sip of water.

“Now that was super.” Franky laughed.

He paused and then glanced at you.

“I’m going on break.” The chef grumbled as he walked back to the kitchen.

“You had feeling when cooking this.” You explained slowly. “You were mad.”

“…I was not mad.”

You hummed. “You were absolutely mad.”

“I was focused.” Sanji replied.

“You were glaring at him the entire time.”

“That’s normal.” He defended. After raising an eyebrow at him, he sat down next to you. “He was looking at you too much.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. “So it was that.”

He looked up from his desk, already irritated.

You were too close, leaning against the doorframe, head tilted, watching him with an unreadable smile.

“What,” he said flatly.

You didn’t answer right away and stepped closer.

Then he tensed, shoulders locked, breath became shallow. Every instinct told him to move back. Every other instinct told him not to.

“You’ve been weird,” you commented curiously.

“I’m busy.”

You hummed and rolled your eyes, unconvinced. “Sure.”

Then, before he could stop you—or himself, you leaned in and…

“Don’t,” he said automatically, even though he didn’t move away.

You tilted your head. “Don’t what?”

He didn’t get the chance to answer.

Instead, you kissed him.

Your lips skimmed his and stayed long enough for his control to slip. Law inhaled sharply, caught off guard by the way your mouth fit perfectly against his. Then you shifted closer, enough to feel his breath hitch, pressing your lips firmer against his and parting slightly.

For one dangerous second, he kissed you back, his fingers finding your neck, tracing the curve where your pulse jumped beneath his touch. His thumb brushed your skin slowly, memorizing the shape of you.

And when the sensation was too familiar, he stopped.

Law broke the kiss with a quiet, frustrated breath, forehead dropping toward yours as he forced himself to pull back. His fingers lingered against your skin before he curled them and let his hand fall away.

“You can’t do that,” he muttered, “Not unless you mean it.”

Your eyes searched his face, angled your head slightly and looked at him.

“I do,” you said softly. “But I also know when to stop.”

Law exhaled slowly, shoulders tense as he stepped back and put space between you—necessary distance.

“Don’t test me.”

“Put it on,” he said flatly. “You’re vibrating.”

Not shivering. Vibrating.

“I am not—” Your teeth clicked together.

As you tugged it properly into place, the sleeves engulfed your hands and warmth hit instantly. Annoyingly. But also comfortingly.

“Fine. This is nice.” You grumbled, easing into his hoodie.

Law looked away like he hadn’t heard you and redirected his attention to the symbols lining the wall, eyes tracking the ones you were copying into your notebook.

You went back to your work. Law shifted closer closer, and when you leaned back to think, you bumped into him. He steadied you automatically, hand firm on your shoulder.

The moment was soft. Dangerous. Domestic.

And then…

“Oh. Oh,” Nami’s voice cut in. “So this is what you two do when we’re not looking.”

You rolled your eyes while Law stiffened like he’d been shot.

Usopp leaned in from behind her, eyes sparkling. “Is that Traffy’s hoodie? Wow.” Then he clasped his hands together and teased, “Didn’t know he shared. What character development!”

“It’s for warmth,” Law snapped. “Medically.”

Robin smiled calmly. “How thoughtful. Sharing body heat is a documented bonding behavior.”

You bit your bottom lip as you tried to cover your flushed cheeks. “Please stop talking.”

Usopp cackled. “Too late. I’ve seen everything.”

Law clenched his jaw and replied firmly: “Leave.”

The crew laughed and moved on, footsteps echoing away. It was quiet again—but it was different.

You glanced up. “I can give it back.”

He didn’t look at you. “Don’t.”

“Okay.” You replied quietly, looking at the ruins.

He didn’t turn, but his shoulders stiffened.

“Come here.”

Law turned slowly and stopped a few feet away.

I did what you asked. Now what? It was written all over him.

“Silly,” you smiled. “Right here.”

You pointed to the open space between your knees and leaned back, palms pressing into the cool metal of the desk. Law sighed and stepped forward, stopping short, standing there awkwardly like he wasn’t sure where to put himself.

You didn’t rush him.

After a few seconds, you leaned forward, straightened your back, and gently lifted one of his hands. You placed it beside your thigh slowly, letting his fingers brush against the fabric. He inhaled sharply but didn’t pull away.

Then you laced your fingers with his, keeping your grip firm and steady. Reassurance.

“Just feel,” you whispered.

You met his gaze as you reached for his other hand, lifting it slowly, giving him time to resist.

He didn’t.

Instead, he gave a small nod.

Giving him a soft smile, you set his fingers on the side of your face, where his thumb rested under your jawline while the others were spread out on your cheek. He hesitantly drifted his fingers down, his thumb sliding beneath your chin. Once there, he tipped it upwards.

“You’re doing fine,” you murmured.

His thumb brushed your lower lip tentatively then pressed against it. You held his gaze as you parted your mouth and gently bit down on his fingernail.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, his grip against the other hand on the desk tightening. When he drew his thumb free, he traced the line of your neck with the back of his finger, exploring. The rest of his hand spread over your throat carefully following down until he reached the base of your neck.

Law took a breath and leaned down, his forehead lightly leaning on yours. Then he kissed you, mouth moving against yours slowly as he cupped your face.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” You whispered against his lips. Law nodded and kept his mouth against yours. With your free hand, you traced his jawline, fingers lightly feeling his beard. Law pressed his lips further on yours, then pulled back, resting his forehead against yours again.

“That okay?” he asked quietly.

Your captain never asked questions.

You released his hand and cupped his face with both of yours, thumbs rubbing against his cheeks.

“You did it perfectly.”

With a boost of confidence, he kissed you again, this time guiding you backwards until the back of your calves hit the desk. You moved to cup his face again but instead was met with actual resistance by keeping your hands on the desk next to you and covering them with his.

You didn’t know what would come next. But you knew this: no matter how unsure he felt about touch, about closeness, about wanting—you would stay. He had been abandoned before, and you wanted your presence to speak louder than words.

As long as he wanted you there, you would be.

₊⊹ law x gn!reader

6’3 / 190cm

Energy: controlled, observant

He doesn’t comment on your height at first. Just adjusts the world around you.

buys a couple step stools

The first time he fully registers it? You’re standing on your toes to reach something. He just…stares. Then silently reaches over you to grab it.

“Here. You were having trouble.”

Picks you up with zero warning when you’re being stubborn. One arm. Effortless. You’re furious. He is not.

“Stop fuming and I’ll put you down.”

If you’re mad? He’ll sit down just to be eye-level, calm and devastatingly patient.

“Talk to me. I’m here.”

Makes you wear a visible hair clip, scrunchie, or ribbon so if you get separated he’ll see you.

₊⊹ sanji x gn!reader

5’10 / 177cm

Energy: dramatic worship + height kink he pretends he doesn’t have

Calls you “petite” or “cygnet”, which means baby swan.

“My cygnet, do you need anything?”

Constantly bending down to your level and doesn’t care about others’ opinion on it.

“Say that again please, I want to hear your voice again.”

Obsessed with leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

“You’re perfect.”

Spins you around easily during hugs or dances because you weigh nothing to him.

“Don’t worry, you won’t fly away!”

Will lift you onto counters

“So I can see you better, my love.”

•Melts if you tip toe to get his attention.

“Yes? I’ll do anything you ask.”

His brain melts when you pull him down to your level with his tie.

“…yes?”

₊⊹ zoro x gn!reader

5’11 / 180cm

Energy: dumbass (affectionate) with accidental dominance

Constantly loses you in crowds because you’re “too short to track”. Blames you. It is not your fault. :(

“Ugh. Next time stay close.”

Uses your head as an armrest without thinking. He apologizes and does it again later.

“You’re comfier than the railing.”

Thinks it’s hilarious you have to climb onto things. Will absolutely not help at first. But then feels bad when you couldn’t get it no matter how hard you tried.

“Move over, I’ll get it for you.”

Gets weirdly protective when you’re surrounded by taller people. Stands behind you like a wall.

“You good?”

Lowkey gets turned on likes when you get mouthy despite the height difference. Thinks it’s gutsy.

“Talk to me like that, I dare you.”

₊⊹ satarou gojo x gn!reader

6’0 / 182cm

Energy: Menace. Menace. Menace.

Teases you constantly. Calls you “tiny,” “pocket-sized,” “fun-sized”, or even a “mini curse”.

If you try to intimidate him? He leans down until you’re nearly nose-to-nose.

“C’mon, say again. I double dare you shortcake.”

Picks you up mid-argument to throw you off. It works. You hate that it works.

“We can argue like this too!”

He loves picking you up by the armpits like a kitten to bring you eye-level. He’ll hold you there, legs dangling.

“There you are! I thought I lost you!”

Secretly obsessed with how perfectly you fit against him—will never admit it seriously.

Uses your height as entertainment (for himself at your expense, that asshole)