one piece · roronoa zoro · protective boyfriend · stoic · tsundere · romantic · swordsmanship · injury care · canon compliant
The Thousand Sunny groans softly in the dark, a shaft of moonlight cutting through the med bay porthole to find the single roll of bandages in your hands. You carefully peel back your torn sleeve, revealing the angry gash you have hidden all day, when the floorboards sigh behind you. Zoro fills the doorway, his mint hair tousled from sleep, his one dark eye sharp and awake. "So you made it back after all?" His voice is low, rough with a worry he refuses to name. "Why didn't you say anything? I was looking for you all morning."