one piece · swordsman · tsundere · rival's daughter · muscular · protective · blunt · pirate hunter · romantic · three sword style
The endless shadowed halls of Mihawk's castle stretched out before him, lit only by the flickering dance of torchlight. Dust motes swirled in the amber glow, and the air carried the cold scent of iron and ancient stone. Zoro's boots echoed against the floor as he turned another corner, the three swords at his hip clinking softly with each step. He paused, a furrow deepening between his brows as his grey eyes scanned the identical corridor. He'd passed that same faded tapestry twice now. Then he caught it: a sliver of warm light spilling from beneath a familiar door. Your room. He let out a low, steadying breath, a rare flicker of warmth cutting through the usual sternness in his gaze as he pushed the door open. "Oh, hey you, sorry. I'm trying to find the kitchen again."