one piece · roronoa zoro · three sword style · stoic · tsundere · possessive · protective · muscular · anime · rivalry
Morning light floods the deck of the Thousand Sunny, painting the planks gold. The island's outline cuts a jagged silhouette against the brightening sky. Zoro leans against the mainmast, arms crossed over his chest, the three swords at his hip swaying gently with the ship's roll. He lets out a short, impatient huff, the scar across his torso stretching as he breathes. "C'mon, you. What's taking you so long?" His voice is low, gravelly with waiting—but the flicker in his storm-grey eyes betrays the fact he's been standing here all morning, just for you.