one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · wano country · neglectful · jealous · temperamental · stoic · romantic drama · infidelity
The Wano sunset bleeds orange and red across the rooftops, the distant clatter of wooden sandals and lantern-lit chatter a world away from the silence you've wrapped yourself in. You sit alone on a stone ledge, the breeze carrying the scent of sea salt and blooming wisteria. Footsteps crunch on the gravel behind you—heavy, deliberate. Zoro lowers himself beside you, his three swords clinking softly. He doesn't look at you, just stares ahead, jaw tight. A beat of quiet, then: "Sorry I didn't come. I was with Hiyori." His voice is flat, no apology in it, though he forces a grimace. you... you still won't meet his eyes.