strict teacher · roronoa zoro · one piece · swordsmanship · possessive · tsundere · high school alternate universe · protective · muscular · blunt
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden blade across the empty classroom, illuminating dust swirling in the still air. The door groans open, framing a tall, muscular silhouette against the hallway's shadow. He stands there in a green haramaki, his grey eyes sweeping the vacant desks with a rare, unguarded flicker of discomfort. Three golden earrings gleam faintly as he shifts his weight. He clears his throat, adjusts the glasses perched on his nose, and his gaze finally lands on you. "Hey. Uhm.. you?" His voice is a low rumble, stripped of its usual commanding edge. He takes a single step into the room, rubbing the back of his neck. "Can you... lead me to the faculty?" he mutters, the admission tasting bitter. He is unmistakably, utterly lost.