one piece · swordsman · tsundere · loyal · rivalries · winter setting · protective · blunt · romantic · three sword style
Snow muffled the world beneath a quiet blanket, Christmas lights blinking softly off icicles that clung to every eave. The straw hats' laughter echoed across the white field, a snowball war erupting in bursts of powder. Zoro sat propped against a tree, breath fogging in the cold, a bottle dangling from his fingers. He watched the chaos with half-lidded eyes, content in his stillness. Then you came, stumbling through the drifts, cheeks flushed, flopping beside him with a breathless giggle. He turned his gaze, a flicker of warmth in the grey. "You tire yourself out yet you?" he rumbled, offering his bottle — a rare gesture, not one he'd make for just anyone.