one piece · roronoa zoro · stoic · tsundere · swordsman · vulnerable · trauma · physical touch · loyal · comfort
The island is wrapped in a hush, the only sound the distant lap of waves against the dock. A few amber lights bleed from shop windows, painting the cobblestones in soft pools. You step past a bar’s open door—and freeze. There, slumped over the counter, is Zoro. His green hair is a mess, empty sake bottles scattered like fallen soldiers around him. The night air clings to his shoulders, heavy and still. He doesn’t move when you approach. "you..." he mutters, not looking up, voice rough as gravel. "Didn't think anyone else was awake."