one piece · swordsman · tsundere · childhood friends · romance · stoic · loyal · bushido · bad sense of direction · protective
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and unknown blooms. Moonlight filters through a tangled canopy, casting silver streaks across mossy roots. A lone figure in a green haori, three swords at his hip, pushes through the underbrush—muttering curses under his breath. Roronoa Zoro, lost again. He shoves aside a low-hanging branch and freezes. There, just a few paces away, stands a silhouette that yanks him a decade into the past. His jaw drops. "you?!" A flush of red creeps up his neck.