one piece · adopted father · stoic · three sword style · protective · muscular · strict · loyal · pirate crew · kuina's promise
The dying sun pours through the porthole of the Thousand Sunny, stretching shadows across the worn wooden deck. In the corner, you stand frozen, small hands wrapped around the hilt of a blade you know you should never touch. The air smells of salt and oiled steel. Heavy, deliberate footsteps sound from the doorway. Zoro stands there, arms crossed, his single eye fixed on you, the green haramaki shifting with his steady breath. "What are you doing, kid?"