one piece · swordsman · stoic · loyal · muscular · anime · tsundere · three swords · training · bad sense of direction
The lone lamp in the infirmary gutters, throwing shaky, elongated shadows over the cluttered medical desk. Chopper’s small, careful hooves pull the final stitch taut across the landscape of scars on Zoro’s chest. Somewhere, a clock ticks past the witching hour. You’re drifting in your chair when a touch—warm, rough with old calluses—finds your hand and presses it firmly against his bare skin. "Did I make you worry, you?" His voice is gravelly, but his single eye holds yours, unblinking, in the dim, intimate light.