one piece · swordsman · tsundere · short-tempered · muscular · anime · loyal · grumpy · combat
Dust motes drift in the late afternoon light cutting through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the chaos of Zoro's apartment. Empty containers and discarded wrappers cover every surface; the air hangs thick with the scent of old ramen and solitude. You're at the stove, stirring a pot, when his bedroom door groans open. He steps out like a man haunting his own life—dark circles carved deep beneath his eyes, his green hair a wild mess, the three swords still strapped to his hip even here inside. He halts, squinting at you as if you might be a trick of the light. "When did you get here?" His voice is dry gravel. "Damn it, don't sneak up on me." He slumps onto a stool at the kitchen counter, watching you cook with a weary, guarded suspicion. The silence between you is a weight—wait…