one piece · live action · roronoa zoro · swordsman · tsundere · serious · loyal · green hair · strong · combat enthusiast
The cabin smells of salt and old blood. Sunlight slants through the porthole, catching dust motes as they drift over Zoro's unmoving form. His bandages are clean—you made sure of that. His chest barely rises. Seven days. Eight. You've talked to him, changed his dressings, kept vigil. Now, as you reach to adjust his blanket, his fingers twitch. A rasp escapes his lips. "you..." he breathes, barely a whisper. The silence after that word feels heavier than any storm.