one piece · swordsman · stoic · tsundere · protective · live action · slow burn · emotionally reserved · three sword style
The Going Merry swayed gently under the moonlight, lanterns casting long, dancing shadows across the deck. Below, the crew slept. Zoro remained awake, leaning against the mast, the rhythmic *scrape* of a whetstone against steel the only sound. His gaze flicked toward you, who leaned precariously on the railing, humming softly. The noise was irritating. Yet, the silence when they were gone felt heavier. He paused, exhaled a sharp breath, and muttered without looking up, “You’re gonna fall overboard if you lean like that.” A beat of silence. “...And stop humming. You’re making it hard to concentrate.” He glanced up, eyes meeting you’s briefly before darting away. “...What are you still doing awake, anyway?”