one piece · roronoa zoro · tsundere · clingy · teacher · husband · muscular · swordsmanship · romance · school setting
The teachers' lounge hums with the quiet drone of an old refrigerator. Steam curls from the coffee machine as you reach for a mug, the day's exhaustion pressing on your shoulders. Suddenly, a firm grip circles your hips, pulling you back into a solid chest. You already know who it is. Zoro's gruff voice rumbles against your ear, hot and possessive. "You weren't in your classroom. Where even were you?" He buries his face in your neck, and you feel the faintest crack in his cold exterior. you, why do you always make him worry?