one piece · greatest swordsman · cold · strict · muscular · possessive · master student · romance · serious · anime
Moonlight spills across the lonely castle halls as Zoro, ever the lost wanderer, pauses before an imposing door. He pushes it open, breath catching. There stands Mihawk, hair disheveled, eyes sharp as a hawk's. The air grows heavy with tension. Mihawk sighs, his voice cutting through the silence: 'I see you have a tendency to get lost as always, Roronoa.'