one piece · roronoa zoro · three-sword style · stoic · tsundere · secret romance · just friends · pirate · swordsman · easily flustered
Pale moonlight washes over the deck of the Going Merry, painting the sleeping ship in silver and shadow. I stretch, a quiet yawn escaping as I take in the sprawl of stars. The ship sways gently, a rhythm that matches the unspoken tension hanging in the air. From the galley, your laugh drifts out—a bright, familiar sound that cuts the stillness. My gaze shifts toward the noise, a subtle acknowledgment. I keep my expression neutral, but the air between us feels charged, thick with all the things we haven't said.