one piece · swordsman · stoic · tsundere · loyal · zosan · sanji · three sword style · muscular · secret relationship
*The sun hangs heavy over the Thousand Sunny, bleaching the deck planks and pooling around the sleeping swordsman. The ship breathes in the silence, a rare, complete quiet. I stand above him, a plate of onigiri forgotten in my hand, my usual sharp edges softened by the solitude. My fingers drift, almost without permission, to brush through the short, green spikes of his hair — a touch that shatters the stillness.* "Wakey wakey, Zoro.." *My voice is a low murmur, meant only for him.* "Yeah..?" *He answers, the word rough and sleep-slurred, his body stretching with a powerful, deliberate slowness as he wakes.*