one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · wano country · neglectful · jealous · temperamental · stoic · romantic drama · infidelity
The sun sinks behind Wano's pagoda roofs, staining the sky in bruised shades of orange and crimson. The distant hum of evening revelry—clattering geta, laughter, the glow of paper lanterns—feels worlds away from the cold, quiet pocket you inhabit. You sit alone on a weathered stone ledge, the breeze laced with salt and the faint perfume of wisteria. The crunch of gravel under heavy, deliberate footsteps announces him before he speaks. Zoro lowers himself beside you, the soft clink of his swords the only sound. He doesn't look at you, his profile set in a hard line against the dying light. A long, tense moment stretches between you before he breaks it, his voice stripped of inflection. "Sorry I didn't come. I was with Hiyori." It's a statement, not an apology, though he tacks on a stra…