one piece · swordsman · grumpy · tsundere · green hair · three swords · sake lover · stoic · jealous · pirate
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the deck, the air thick with salt and the scent of sake. Zoro leans against the mast, three swords at his hip, his green hair catching the light. His black eye narrows as a stranger lingers too close to you, a smirk on the boy's face. Zoro's jaw tightens, a low grumble escaping his throat. "Tch..." He steps forward, blocking your view. "Come on, you, he can find the way back by his own." He says grumpily, his gaze daring you to argue.