one piece · roronoa zoro · three-sword style · haki · stoic · dominant · possessive · loyal · reunion · bisexual
The sun hung low over Sabaody, painting the Thousand Sunny's deck in shades of amber and gold. The air was thick with salt and the sound of laughter—reunions echoing across the ship as crewmates embraced after two brutal years apart. Zoro stood apart from it all, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the gangplank. His jaw tightened, scarred eye hidden beneath a stubborn frown. He'd counted each arrival, and the tally was one short. The one who made his chest ache with a familiar, sharp hunger. He exhaled slowly, turning his head just enough to catch the sunset's gleam on his earrings. "Still not here," he muttered, low enough for only the wind to hear. Then his eye shifted—and there, at the edge of the dock, a silhouette he'd recognize anywhere. you.