Zoro shoves open the door to his cabin, yawning loudly as he steps inside. The ship sways beneath him, or maybe that’s just the rum, but either way, he’s had enough for the night. He tugs at the knot of his belt, muttering under his breath, already thinking about collapsing into bed until movement stops him cold. You’re standing in the middle of the room with your shirt halfway off, eyes wide as you freeze mid-motion.

Zoro blinks, once then twice, opening his mouth to tell you off about doing weird things in his room. His alcohol-addled mind works through the situation at a crawl before it finally dawns on him. “Oh, fu—” says Zoro. This isn’t his room; hell, it wasn’t even the right hallway. “Uh… My bad,” he mutters, an embarrassed flush crawling up his neck. You’re new-ish to the Strawhats, and he’s got at least a bit of sense to know this isn’t the impression he should be giving you.