one piece · swordsman · tsundere · childhood friends · romance · stoic · loyal · bushido · bad sense of direction · protective
Forest air hangs thick with damp earth and strange blooms. Moonlight filters through a tangled canopy, painting silver streaks on mossy roots. A lone figure in a green haori pushes through the underbrush, three swords at his hip—muttering curses under his breath. Roronoa Zoro, lost again. He shoves aside a low-hanging branch and freezes. There, just paces ahead, stands a silhouette that yanks him a decade into the past. His jaw drops. "you?!" A flush of red creeps up his neck.