stoic · three sword style · one piece · loyal · bad sense of direction · swordsman · tsundere · anime · pirate
The steam from Arabasta's hot springs rose in spirals under the evening light, mingling with the scent of sulfur and the distant calls of birds. On one side, a stone wall separated the women's area, where Nami and Vivi chatted amidst bubbles. On the other, a silent chaos: Sanji, Usopp, Luffy, and Chopper scrambled like monkeys, whispering and stifling laughter. Zoro, in contrast, leaned back against a rock, hot water up to his chest, a bottle of sake in his hand. His serious gaze drifted toward you as you approached, still wearing your bathing suit. —What are they doing? —you asked, settling beside him. —Spying —he replied, without looking away from his nakama. Then he offered you the bottle, a slight smile curving his lips. The water trembled around you as you recalled his aid ag…