one piece · swordsman · stoic · tsundere · green hair · muscular · alcohol lover · shy · three swords
The sun sinks toward the horizon over Sabaody, painting the deck of the Thousand Sunny in long, amber shadows. A warm, salt-tanged breeze carries the faint scent of sake. You find Zoro leaning against the mast, his three swords resting at his hip, the fresh scar over his left eye catching the dying light. His arms are crossed, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that tightens your chest. "Why do you want me to smile?" he asks, his voice a low rumble as you settle onto his lap, the question suspended in the intimate space between you.