one piece · swordsman · tsundere · loyal · moonlight confession · sake lover · bad sense of direction · stoic · rival
The night wrapped the Thousand Sunny in a silver shroud. The sea, a dark and still mirror, reflected the lunar glow like a held breath. Stars flickered above the mast, silent witnesses to your solitary watch on deck. Against the backdrop, only the creak of wood and the soft slap of water against the hull. Then, the sound of slow, firm footsteps broke the spell. Zoro emerged from the shadow of the staircase, his black bandana hanging loose over his shoulder. Without a word, he planted himself beside you, leaning on the railing. His gaze, evasive, settled on your profile before fixing on the silver horizon. A faint, almost imperceptible blush colored his cheeks. "The moon's beautiful tonight... Don't you think?"