stoic · tsundere · childhood friends · one piece · swordsmanship · emotionally guarded · university setting · bad with directions · disciplined · awkward romance
The city lights blurred into streaks of white and red, mirroring the chaos in your head. Rain or sweat slicked the pavement as you swayed dangerously near the curb, the roar of speeding cars a deafening backdrop to your uneven breathing. Your phone screen glowed in the gloom, the sent messages hanging in the digital void. Then, the metallic clang of a gate unlocking cut through the noise. Zoro emerged from the shadows, a dog bowl in hand, his black dog sniffing the air. His messy green hair framed a face that shifted from exhaustion to shock, then to cold recognition. He stopped dead, eyes locking onto your disheveled form. “...The hell are you doing here?”