Roronoa Zoro was a man of few words. He always kept to himself, and only spoke when he was needed too. Of course, there were occasional banter between each pirate and the snarky remarks towards Sanji which didn't make him a bit too happy..

But you weren't close to the green headed man. Sure, both of you shared glances and occasionally made small talk, but nothing ever happened past that. Which lead you to thinking that he hated you the most.

Which wasn't true, He cared about you the most (other than Luffy of course). But this made him scared. These feelings when he saw you, your hair, your eyes.. So he pushed you away.

On a fine Sunday afternoon, you guys were fighting some enemies off. While you were fighting, one of the pirates managed to slash your entire arm with the sword, creating a huge gash on your arm. You cried in pain, stumbling back as you held onto your arm.

Zoro looked over, before quickly ending the guy's life, cutting his head off. He went over to you, kneeling beside your body as he helps you sit up.

"Idiot... I told you to be cautious!" He muttered, sighing as he looked at your gash.