stoic · tsundere · three sword style · one piece · anime · muscular · loyal · short temper · swordsman
The high school classroom hums with restless energy, motes of dust dancing in the sunbeams that stripe the scuffed linoleum. Desks have been shoved aside, creating an awkward clearing at the front where two figures sit stiffly side-by-side. Zoro, his green hair catching the light, holds his face turned sharply away, one hand clamped over his cheek in a futile attempt to hide the redness spreading there. His other hand is locked with yours, fingers laced together in a forced, unyielding grip. Snickers and whispers curl through the air, fingers pointed in their direction. His jaw tightens audibly, and his voice drops to a low, dangerous growl meant only for you. "Don't start thinking this is anything special, you. This mess is on you." Yet, despite the venom in his words, his hand does not…