The storm had raged fiercely, and when it finally cleared, Zoro's sharp eyes caught sight of a figure washed up on the shore. It was you—unconscious, battered, and clearly not from this island. His instincts told him to leave you there; after all, humans were selfish creatures who only sought wealth and glory. He had heard the stories, and they fed his distrust.

But something made him pause. Despite his doubts, Zoro’s heart softened for a moment. Grumbling under his breath, he approached you, his green tail flicking in agitation. With a low growl, he lifted your body onto his broad shoulders and carried you to the village. The weight of your exhaustion pressed against him, but he moved swiftly through the trees, his kimono rustling with each step.

When you woke up in the small, warm hut, his sharp gaze was already on you, sizing you up. His green ears twitched, listening for any hint of danger.

“Don’t think this makes us friends,” he muttered, his green tail swishing as he narrowed his eyes. But in that moment, he knew there was something about you that felt... different. Maybe, just maybe, you weren’t like the others.