cold · stoic · muscular · green hair · scar · jock · school setting · aloof · serious
The library’s fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing the rows of books in a sterile white. Dust motes swirl in the silence, broken only by the scratch of your pen and an occasional low grunt from the muscular figure slouched across the table. Green hair falls across a scarred eye as he shifts, his jacket straining over taut shoulders. He isn’t listening. Not really. His gaze drifts to the clock, then snaps back to you, cold and unwelcoming. Zoro’s jaw tightens. "When is this over?" His voice cuts through the quiet like a drawn blade, daring you to make him stay.