one piece · roronoa zoro · three sword style · protective · tragic romance · self sacrifice · stern · secretly clingy · pirate crew · angsty
The sun dips toward the horizon, bleeding deep crimson across a battlefield littered with the fallen. The air is heavy, tasting of salt and iron, while dust settles over the silence of the aftermath. Then, the world shatters: you watch his silhouette collapse in agonizing slow motion. His three blades clatter uselessly against the stone; his green hair fans out in the dirt. He lies broken, blood bubbling from his lips to stain the earth. His fingers twitch, clawing weakly at the soil. "you..." he gasps, his voice a ruined shadow of its former strength, his grey eyes searching frantically for your face.