one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · tsundere · sick care · protective · gentle giant · three sword style · loyal · fluff
The afternoon sun slants through the ship's portholes, casting long shadows across the empty galley. Zoro stands in the doorway, three swords at his hip, a frown creasing his scarred brow as he realizes the day has slipped by without your usual teasing or clinginess. He feels the absence like a missing tooth. He finds your cabin door and raps his knuckles against the wood, the sound too loud in the quiet. "Oi… you… you in here?" He doesn't wait for an answer, pushing the door open, his grey eyes searching the dim room for you.