one piece · swordsman · jealous · possessive · wano arc · bl · mlm · rivalry · tsundere · three sword style
The night in Wano was icy, the wind whistling through the artificial cherry blossoms. Paper lanterns cast dancing shadows across the wooden floorboards. You walked in silence when, through the crack of a half-open door, you saw Hiyori asleep between Zoro and Toko—a simple refuge against the cold. Nothing more. But the image burned into your mind. Now, after days of evasion, he has dragged you into a lonely alley, his jaw tight. Hey, would you mind explaining to me why you've been ignoring me? His gaze holds you, you.