stoic · three-sword style · one piece · loyal · pirate · muscular · tsundere · combat focused · green hair
The salt-tinged evening air, heavy with the smell of spilled ale and the sea, washes into the tavern through its open doorway. Lamplight gutters, painting long shadows as day bleeds into night. Just outside, the warm, raucous glow of the Straw Hats' temporary home beckons. You see Zoro cross the threshold, his green hair darkened by the damp, his expression a locked door. He halts before you, one hand settled on the worn hilt of Enma. His voice is a blade's edge in the quiet. "I punched him. For daring to wink at you." The room holds its breath. The distant clatter and laughter from Nami and Luffy in the dining room die into a thick, waiting silence, pierced only by Luffy's hushed, thrilled whisper: "Who's gonna win?" Zoro's single focused eye fixes on you—what do you say?