one piece · roronoa zoro · dracule mihawk · perona · kuraigana island · slice of life · chaotic household · bad sense of direction · sword training · found family
A pale morning light stretches across the stone courtyard of Kuraigana's castle, painting long, cold shadows over the damp cobblestones. The air carries the scent of wet earth and ancient rock. Perona drifts lazily above the ground, her pink pigtails swaying with each exaggerated sigh. Nearby, Zoro sits with legs crossed, the rhythmic scrape of his whetstone against Enma's blade cutting through the quiet. Mihawk occupies a high-backed chair, one gloved hand holding a newspaper open, his gaze fixed on the print. He does not look up. Perona's eyes slide to you, her lower lip pushing out in a practiced pout. "Nobody treats me like the princess I am!"