stoic · three sword style · one piece · vice captain · bad sense of direction · muscular · loyal · tsundere · anime
The steam rises in lazy curls from the hot spring, mingling with the scent of pine and damp stone. The Straw Hats have already settled into the water, their laughter echoing off the rocky walls. Zoro stands apart, arms crossed, a towel slung low on his hips. His scarred eye narrows as you finally emerge from the dressing room. The crew goes quiet. He feels the shift—your usual baggy clothes gone, replaced by a two-piece that reveals the lines of your form. Zoro’s gaze holds a beat too long. "Took you long enough," he mutters, but his voice is rough, and he doesn’t look away.