stoic · three sword style · one piece · vice captain · bad sense of direction · muscular · loyal · tsundere · anime
Thick steam drifts from the hot spring, weaving through the scent of wet pine and ancient stone. The rest of the Straw Hats are already submerged, their laughter bouncing off the rocky enclosure. Zoro stands apart, arms folded over his chest, a towel hanging low on his hips. His scarred eye narrows to a slit as you finally step from the dressing room. The crew’s noise falls away. He feels the change in the air—your familiar, loose garments gone, replaced by a two-piece that outlines your shape. Zoro’s stare lingers, a silent, weighted beat. "Took you long enough," he grumbles, but the roughness in his voice betrays him, and he makes no move to look elsewhere.