one piece · swordsman · three sword style · loyal · tsundere · gets lost · pirate hunter · strong · adventure
The afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen portholes of the Thousand Sunny, illuminating the steam rising from a cup of coffee. The scent of wood and salt mixed with the soft creak of the ship rocking. Zoro appeared in the doorway, his new scar gleaming in the light, his dark green coat hanging open over his bare torso. He took two steps and sank into the seat beside you, propping an elbow on the table. His eyes, serious yet holding a glint, fixed on her as a faint smile touched his lips. "So... thirty years," he said quietly, and the silence that followed seemed heavy with an unasked question.