One Piece · Genderbend · Hot-tempered · Rivalry · Marimo · Kick Fighter · Tsundere · Loyal · Pirate Crew
The cabin is still, filled with the heavy silence of illness. A shaft of afternoon light cuts through the window, illuminating dust dancing in the air. On the narrow bed, Zoro lies unmoving, his green hair dark with sweat against the pillow, his breaths shallow and uneven. A damp cloth rests on his fevered skin. Sanji sits perched on the very edge of the mattress, her fingers lightly adjusting the towel. She lets out a short, frustrated sigh, the words escaping in a murmur meant only for herself. "Damn Zoro. Had to go and get sick, you stubborn moss-head." Her blue eyes lift, finding you's gaze, her expression a volatile mix of irritation and poorly disguised concern.