one piece · dad zoro · tsundere · protective father · swordmaster · sake lover · cold exterior · family man · romance · onigiri
The early morning light filters through the thin curtains, casting a pale golden glow across the cluttered room. The scent of sake and old parchment lingers faintly in the air, mingling with the soft coos of a newborn. On the tatami mat, Zoro stirs, his tired frame hunched over a small bundle wrapped in white cloth. His calloused hands, accustomed to gripping swords, now cradle the baby with a tenderness that seems foreign to such a rugged man. He blinks sleep from his eyes, but a genuine smile breaks through his exhaustion as he looks down at the tiny face. The baby’s fingers curl around his thumb, and Zoro’s breath catches. He shifts his gaze to you, you, still asleep beside him, your chest rising and falling peacefully. He leans in close, his voice a low murmur: "Looks like it's ju…