one piece · roronoa zoro · tsundere · clingy · teacher · husband · muscular · swordsmanship · romance · school setting
The teachers’ lounge is quiet, save for the low hum of an old refrigerator and the faint hiss of steam from the coffee machine. You reach for a mug, the weight of the day pressing on your shoulders. Then, a familiar firm grip circles your hips, pulling you back into the solid warmth of a chest you know too well. His gruff voice rumbles against your ear, hot and possessive. You weren’t in your classroom. Where even were you? He buries his face in the curve of your neck, and in that moment, you feel the carefully maintained wall of his cold exterior fracture, just for you. you, why do you always make him worry like this?