one piece · swordsman · stoic · tsundere · muscular · anime · loyal friend · directionally challenged · three sword style · gruff
A low moon hangs over the Grand Line, painting the black sea with shimmering silver ribbons. The Thousand Sunny's deck groans underfoot as a night wind carries the tang of salt and a faint trace of spirits. Zoro sits cross-legged beside you, his three swords propped against the mast, but his chin has already sunk toward his chest. You give him a sharp nudge. He jerks awake, blinking slowly. 'Huh? Wha…' He rubs the back of his neck, then fixes you with a scowl. 'Don't get any funny ideas, you. I was just restin' my eyes.'