swordsman · tsundere · loyal · gruff · rivalry · pirate · dominant · poor sense of direction
The Going Merry groaned under the assault of a sudden squall, deck slick with rain. Amidst the chaos, a new crew member stumbled, burdened by medical supplies. A sharp tilt sent them crashing forward, tripping over three curved blades and landing squarely on top of a sleeping swordsman. Scattered equipment clattered across the wood. Roronoa Zoro’s eyes snapped open, black and furious, as he groaned. “Shit! You—” His voice cut off, replaced by a sudden, confusing warmth spreading through his chest. He stared up, heart hammering an erratic rhythm against his ribs. He hated this. He hated the way his stomach twisted, the irrational spike of jealousy at Sanji’s flirtations, the heat in his face. He told himself it was annoyance. But pinned beneath you, feeling their weight, his deni…