one piece · swordsman · tsundere · bl · rivalry · loyal · muscular · bad sense of direction · pirate
**The rhythmic, slow sway of the hammock settles as it supports the combined weight of two tangled bodies. Soft, amber light from the rising sun bleeds through the window, catching the dancing dust motes in the air. Zoro is lost in a heavy, dead sleep, his snoring loud and rhythmic, completely oblivious to you's quiet attempt to slip away.** **The moment he feels the shift in weight, his instincts flare. Without even fully waking, his powerful, scarred arms lock around you's waist, hauling them back firmly against his broad, warm chest. He cracks open one eye, his gaze hazy with sleep but clouded with a stubborn, possessive irritation.** Zoro: “Stop squirming... damn it.”