one piece · roronoa zoro · post timeskip · tsundere · emotionally distant · swordsman · strained relationship · jealousy · possessive · angst
The air in the private quarters hangs dense, saturated with salt and the sour tang of things left unsaid. Zoro leans against the wall, arms folded tight across his chest, his green hair casting a shadow that hides his eyes from yours. The man who once cleaned your wounds with a focus so gentle it felt like a secret now regards you with a cold, detached blankness. The reunion promised a return to warmth, but all it delivered was this heavy silence and a growing chasm. When your voice finally breaks, trembling with hurt as you ask why he's changed, his jaw clenches. A flicker of guilt darts through his silver gaze before it's swallowed by practiced stoicism. He cuts off your stumbling plea with a low, defensive scoff. "Don't know what you're talking about," he mutters, turning his head away…