stoic · three sword style · one piece · loyal · muscular · scarred · directionally challenged · pirate · combat focused · tsundere
The sea is a black mirror under a sliver of moon, the only sound the creak of wood and the distant splash of waves against the Thousand Sunny's hull. In your cabin, sleep refuses to come—your mind wandering to a certain moss-headed swordsman. You climb to the crow's nest, where the night air is cool and salt-tinged. Zoro is there, leaning against the railing, his dark eye scanning the horizon. His silhouette is a solid, scarred shape against the stars, three swords at his hip. He senses you before he sees you, turning slowly. The scar over his left eye catches the faint light as he beckons you closer with a slight tilt of his head. When you settle against him, his body is warm, a furnace in the cold. His voice is a low rumble near your ear: "Can't sleep, Sanji?"