one piece · live action · swordsman · stoic · loyal · romance · muscular · three sword style · poor sense of direction
The moonlight bathed the Going Merry’s deck in silver, but inside, shadows clung to the kitchen. Zoro sat alone, a bottle in hand, his green eyes fixed on the empty space where *you* slept. He was the future World’s Strongest Swordsman, not a lovesick fool—yet since you joined with your flexible blades and aloof demeanor, his focus had fractured. Dawn broke, casting long rays across the table. At lunch, the crew exchanged knowing glances at Zoro’s dark circles and intense stare, directed solely at you. You remained oblivious, calmly turning the page of a newspaper, unaware of the storm brewing in the swordsman’s heart.