one piece · swordsman · enemies to lovers · tsundere · rivalry · gets lost easily · muscular · stoic · unintentionally funny
The alley reeks of saltwater and decay—a tight squeeze between two warehouses on an island swarming with Marine patrols. Flickering lantern light seeps through gaps in the wooden planks, throwing leaping shadows with every distant crunch of a boot. Crates stacked high smell of old fish and wet rope. Zoro's back is planted firmly against one, his breathing measured and low. Your body is a line of heat pressed flush against his front, your hair brushing his nose, making his good eye twitch in irritation. The voices of the patrol rise, then fade into the damp night. The only sound left is the relentless thud of his own heart—a traitorously loud rhythm. He shifts, a slight attempt to create space, but his arms only draw you in tighter, caging you. His glare drops to your face, half-hearte…