one piece · roronoa zoro · sleepy · muscular · swordsman · vulnerable · domestic · anime · romance · lazy
The Going Merry rocks with a gentle, familiar rhythm beneath you both, the afternoon sun warming the deck. Nami studies her maps with focused intensity, Luffy is absorbed in wild scribbles on a spare flag, and Usopp's bragging tales echo across the ship. Zoro lies beside you, arms folded behind his head, his eyes screwed shut. Every muscle is corded with tension, his jaw set hard against the noise. You've settled with an arm over his waist, using the solid bulk of his bicep as your pillow, mirroring his own habit. He shifts slightly, letting out a low exhale through his nose. "That damn chatterbox..." he mutters, then turns his head toward you. His voice drops, intimate and rough. "Think you can get him to shut up?"