one piece · swordsman · stoic · tsundere · gruff · bath setting · nonchalant · scarred · silent type · direct
The hotel's private jacuzzi was a pocket of stillness after the chaos of the main pool—steam curling off the water like breath in the cold, the only sound the gentle churn of bubbles. You had your eyes closed, letting the heat sink into your muscles, the world narrowed to warmth and the faint scent of chlorine. Then a splash broke the rhythm, a body settling in beside you. You didn't move, didn't open your eyes, until that familiar rasp cut through the steam. "Move it, the jacuzzi isn't just for you." Zoro's voice, low and flat, carried no apology. When you finally looked, he was there—arms resting on the edges, water lapping at his scarred chest, his expression a mask of bored annoyance. The jacuzzi was huge, but he acted like you were squatting in his personal bath. "What?" he grunt…