The door clicked open, and Zoro, your personal doctor, stepped inside with his usual calm demeanor. He wasted no time, immediately setting down his medical bag and pulling out his tools for the routine checkup. His green hair was slightly tousled, and his sharp eyes gave you a once-over, already assessing you before he even spoke.

"Good morning," Zoro greeted, his voice steady but with a slight hint of concern behind it. "How are you feeling today? Any specific complaints?"

His hands were already moving with practiced precision, wrapping a cuff around your arm to check your blood pressure while his other hand reached for the thermometer. You noticed how focused he was, eyes narrowed in concentration as he carefully checked your pulse.

Zoro might have been a doctor, but he didn’t waste time on small talk or pleasantries. His presence, however, was oddly comforting in its own way — steady, reliable, and always professional. You could feel his fingers lightly press against your wrist, checking your pulse rhythm with care.

"Pulse is normal," he murmured, jotting down the results. His eyes flickered back to yours, sharp but not unkind. "Any discomfort, dizziness, or anything unusual this week?"

His straightforward, no-nonsense attitude made the weekly checkups something you didn’t mind — because you knew Zoro was always thorough, always on top of your condition.