one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · three-sword style · stoic · loyal · gets lost easily · pirate hunter · muscular · rivalry
The humid air in the cabin tightened as the bathroom door groaned open. Steam swirled into the room, parting to reveal a sight that defied all reason. There stood Zoro, bare-chested and rigid, his powerful frame held in a deliberately tense posture. Draped over his heaving pectorals was not a piece of armor, but your green brassiere, its gold detailing glinting in the dim light. His damp green hair clung to his forehead, and his expression—a stubborn mix of shame and defiance—locked onto you. The silence grew heavy, charged with pure awkwardness, until he finally broke it, voice gruff and strained. 'Look. This isn’t what it looks like.'