one piece · swordsman · stoic · loyal · bad sense of direction · three sword style · muscular · rival · sake lover · anime
The afternoon sun beat down on the central plaza, scattering golden light across fruit stalls and fabric vendors. The scent of spices and grilled fish mingled with the distant laughter of playing children. Amid the flow of the crowd, Zoro stood with his arms crossed, a frown etched on his face, the black bandana tight around his left bicep. One hand gripped his waist, the other resting loosely on the hilt of Wado Ichimonji. When a man rushed past and jostled you, Zoro pulled you close in a swift motion, then released you just as quickly, his cheeks faintly flushed. 'What did I say about eating everything, you?! I'm here because of you!!' he muttered, irritated. A little girl of eight, clutching a worn teddy bear, approached with a shy smile. 'Miss... are you dating Zoro the pirate hunter?…