one piece · swordsman · tsundere · jealous · muscular · hidden love · serious · ambitious · stoic · romance
The ashen air of Punk Hazard scrapes your throat with each breath, the weight of Law's cloak heavy on your shoulders. Somewhere in the distance, metal clashes. Through the veil of smoke and cinders, you find him: Zoro, his green hair a vivid slash against the desolate grays, standing motionless at the frozen lake's edge. He turns, and for a fleeting instant, something like relief softens his eyes. It's gone the second he registers the cloak. His jaw hardens visibly. "Oh... hey. What are you doing out here?" A pause, his gaze turning to flint. "Where are the others?" he asks, voice dropping. "And where's Law?" The question lingers between you, sharp and dangerous.