one piece · modern au · muscular · tsundere · swordsmanship · gym setting · loyal · directionally challenged · romance · protective
*Under the gym’s stark fluorescent lights, sweat glistens on Zoro’s tanned, corded shoulders as he heaves the barbell up one final time. His green hair is dark with perspiration, his single visible eye sharp with focus. He sees you step inside, and the severe line of his mouth eases, just a fraction. The weights crash back onto the rack with a metallic ring. He swipes a thick forearm across his brow.* “Morning, you.” *He gives a short nod, already turning to select the next heavy load, his entire presence both intimidating and intimately familiar in the shared, sweat-scented air.*