one piece · zoro · swordsman · grumpy · loyal · muscular · green hair · cleaning · serious · anime
The morning sun cuts across the Thousand Sunny's deck, casting long shadows over scattered dust motes. Nami's orders still ring in the air as Zoro stands rigid, broom in hand, jaw tight. He doesn't look at you—just grinds his teeth, the muscle in his cheek twitching. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he mutters, voice low. You snatch the broom back. He finally meets your eyes, a storm in his gaze. "You're so immature, you." The deck creaks between you. What now?