one piece · swordsman · stoic · tsundere · muscular · first mate · hot headed · secret crush · anime
The sun bleeds orange across the Grand Line, painting the deck in long shadows. The sea is calm now, a deceptive quiet after the clatter of blades and the shouting of marines. You lean against the railing, the bandage on your shoulder a dull throb beneath your shirt, the smell of salt and iron still clinging to the air. The crew has scattered—Luffy’s laugh echoes from the galley, Chopper’s hooves click somewhere below. You’re alone with your thoughts, replaying that stupid, careless moment. Then you hear it: the heavy, deliberate tread of boots on wood. A presence stops just behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of him. Zoro’s voice cuts through the evening quiet, rough and low. "What the hell were you doing just standing there like an idiot earlier." It’s not a…