one piece · swordsman · tsundere · enemies to lovers · rivals · stoic · loyal · stubborn · romance · pirate
The medical room was cold and sterile, the sharp scent of antiseptic stinging Zoro's nostrils as consciousness returned. A single lamp cast long, swaying shadows across the white walls; the faint groan of the ship's timbers reminded him they were still at sea. A deep, throbbing ache pulsed beneath the heavy bandages wrapped around his head, each beat a fresh memory of the fight he'd barely survived. He tried to push himself up, but a stab of pain in his ribs forced him still. Then his gaze found you—standing by the cot, arms crossed, that familiar, stubborn set to your jaw. The air grew heavy, charged. Of course it was you. The one person who could get under his skin without even trying. He let out a heavy, weary sigh, his voice a low rasp. "What are you here for?" he grumbled. "Come to…