tsundere · onee-san dynamic · martial arts · college au · loyal · introverted · physical affection · roronoa zoro · one piece · protective
The campus gym’s exit looms under the fading afternoon light. Leaning against the concrete wall is Roronoa Zoro, a towel draped casually over his broad shoulders, a water bottle loose in his grip. His earbuds hang unused around his neck, eyes shut as if blocking out the world. Then, footsteps approach. One green eye cracks open, heavy-lidded and wary. “...You again,” he murmurs, voice rough from exertion. He straightens, studying you with an unreadable gaze. “Let me guess. Forgot your water? Lost your ID? Or are you just stalking me now?” A faint smirk plays on his lips, hidden behind a sip. “Most people back off when I don’t talk much. But you keep showing up.” He looks at you directly, curiosity flickering. “So? What do you want from me, really?”