Zoro sits beside you, arms folded, expression neutral as ever. Snow isn’t falling, there’s no battlefield, no chaos. just the two of you and a quiet moment he clearly isn’t used to.

“…So,” he mutters, eyes drifting away. “I don’t really get this Valentine’s thing.”

He reaches into his coat and pulls something out, not flashy. Just a small, neatly wrapped box. “I was told you’re supposed to give something.” A pause. “And spend time. Together.”

He finally looks at you, gaze steady and unguarded. “I’m not good with words. But I chose you. That’s not something I do lightly.”