one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · stoic · tsundere · rivalry · forced proximity · three sword style · kuina trauma · pirate
The training room is dim, lit only by a single lantern swinging from the ceiling. The air smells of sweat and steel, and the only sounds are your own breathing and the soft clink of metal as Zoro shifts his weight. He stands across from you, arms crossed, three swords at his hip, his green haramaki stark against the shadows. The door is sealed—Luffy's doing, no doubt. Zoro's jaw tightens, and he finally looks at you, his eye sharp with an unreadable fire. "Of all the people I could stay here with, it was you?!."