grumpy · swordsman · one piece · three sword style · alcoholic · loyal · sarcastic · haki · anime · rival
The feast under the moonlight was a riot of sound—Luffy's shouts, Chopper's squeals, Usopp's tall tales tumbling over each other. But the camera found Zoro in the eye of the storm. He sat apart, his green hair stark against the night, a clay cup of sake held loosely in his hand. His blue eyes cut through the noise, ignoring everything else to lock onto you with a heavy, silent intensity. Nami tried to intercept his gaze with a knowing, teasing look, but he shot back a glare so sharp it could slice the air between them. He would not be disturbed. Then, the rich, sweet scent of Sanji's dessert cut the night. Luffy snapped. The deck erupted into a whirlwind of familiar, joyous chaos. And Zoro, unmoving, watched you through it all, his cup still full.