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Title: Home
Rating: G
Media: Fic
Pairing/Characters: Zoro, Koshiro, mentions of Luffy and Kuina
Word Count(if applicable): 300
Prompt: Family
Warninigs: A bit OT, I'm afraid, and rather mushy.




Life at the dojo wasn’t the way Zoro imagined it, not really.

Most of the stories that he had heard of a group of boys in one setting had heartwarming moments, filled with mischief and other such mostly-harmless hijinks. Like a family. He wasn’t quite sure what that would feel like.

But it wasn’t this. Koshiro was gentle, firm, but he wasn’t a father. He pushed too hard, not with the vehemence of a father, but a mentor. When it came down to it, he was a world away, miles of distance within coexistence. But he didn’t mind, not really, because Koshiro was Kuina’s and Kuina was Koshiro’s and it probably hurt to look at him as much as it hurt Zoro to look at Koshiro.

The other boys weren’t like brothers. They eyed Zoro with fascination, admiration, even, but did not reach out. They weren’t focused enough, they were too weak, too timid. With a Sensei like the one they had, Zoro had thought with scorn, it was foolish not to be focused. They were all here to become master swordsmen. Was there a better aspiration?

When it came down to it, the dojo wasn’t a place for a family, for a neglected daughter and a harried father, but it was a home. And that was all Zoro needed, would ever need. He decided this at a young age.

But still, tied to a cross and watching Luffy tumble towards him, his gut churned in a way that meant he cared; there was only one whose ambitions matched his own: the future Pirate King. For the first time, with the man who accepted his goals steadfastly, warmth enveloped him, discomforting in its intensity.

So this was family?

Even if he didn’t need it, he soon found, he wanted it.