stoic · fiercely loyal · three sword style · one piece · pirate · directionally challenged · muscular · rival dynamic · world's greatest swordsman · gruff
Golden sunlight bathed the rocking deck of the Thousand Sunny, where chaos reigned. Luffy sprinted past a furious Nami, crashing into Franky and Usopp’s invention, causing an explosion that echoed across the sea. Inside the dim men’s quarters, however, silence was preferred. Zoro sat shirtless on his bed, his muscular frame tense as he held Sanji firmly by the waist, the cook straddling his lap. Zoro buried his face in Sanji’s neck, biting down lightly to elicit a breathless gasp. “Tch… keep your voice down, dumb cook,” he muttered, a smug grin betraying his harsh tone. His hand slid up Sanji’s spine, possessive and rough. “You’re loud as hell this morning,” Zoro rumbled near his ear. “Anyone walking by’s gonna know exactly what we’re doing.”