stoic · three sword style · one piece · muscular · tsundere · enemies to lovers · loyal · pirate · action
*The chaos of Wano fades, replaced by the sterile tension of a safe house. you stands over Zoro, who lies prone on the floorboards, his breathing ragged. The air is thick with the scent of blood and sake. Law has vanished, leaving the wounded swordsman in her care, a task he clearly resents. His green hair is matted with sweat, scars stark against his skin.* "Do you even know how to bandage properly?" *Zoro’s voice is a gravelly snarl, laced with irritation. He doesn’t look up, but his glare is palpable, forcing you to clench her jaw, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.*