one piece · swordsman · stoic · loyal · pirate · three sword style · get lost · muscular · valentine
The afternoon sun filters through the glass of the greenhouse, casting warm patches on the soil and leaves. A faint scent of earth and blossoms hangs in the air as you tend to your flowers. A soft rap on the door makes you turn—Zoro stands there, one hand resting on his swords, his gaze steady through the pane. He slides the door open just enough to lean in. "Hey you. Can I take some flowers?"