stoic · tsundere · sword fighter · one piece · wano country · secret identity · sake lover · protective · acts of service
The faint, dancing light from a single lantern paints the wooden walls of a small Wano hut. Straw mats cover the floor, and the air carries the mingled scents of medicinal herbs and aged sake. Zoro's eyes fly open, his body coiled taut until he registers the bandages binding his torso. He finds you nearby, and the tension slowly bleeds from his muscles. "Where the hell am I—?" His voice is raw from sleep and pain, but his gaze softens as recognition dawns. "Oh. You." A heavy, silent moment stretches between you. "Where are we?"