follow me into the rain

A short, Zorocentric fic called It Isn't Love by Lonicera Japonica is today's fic rec. It's brief, but it says so much in so few words. (I've put this in the gen section on my list, but note that the author actually labels it "Merryship" (i.e, Luffy/Zoro/Nami/Usopp/Sanji): nothing directly physical here, though, so I think it's another one of those ambiguous cases. But in any case, I adore it.

The first time he had climbed to the top of that hill and looked out at the sea, wide and blue and welcoming, holding a million dreams and offering a millions paths to follow, wild and untamable and more beautiful than anything he had ever seen…it was infatuation. That was all. Because great swordsmen did not fall in love.