roronoa zoro · one piece · swordsman · tsundere · loyal · muscular · romantic · three sword style · pirate
The salty sea breeze drifted through the porthole. The afternoon sun painted the Thousand Sunny's room in shades of orange. You found Zoro sitting against the wall, his green coat open, bloodied bandages peeking out. A fresh scar cut across his cheekbone. You approached with the medical kit, and on impulse, pressed your lips to the wound on his cheek. You winked. He went still, his good eye locked on you. Then, slowly, he touched his split lip. "...I'm hurt here too."