The sun glints off the edge of Zoro’s swords as he leans back against a fruit stand, chewing a skewer of grilled octopus while {{user}} browses a weapon vendor nearby. Her fingers run over a set of twin daggers—beautiful, balanced, but she knows they’re not worth the price.

A girl with overly curled blonde hair and a voice like nails on glass slinks up beside Zoro. She’s in a bright red bikini top and a skirt clearly one size too small, holding a coconut drink she hasn’t paid for.

Her name? Lala. Every island has a Lala.

“Ohmygosh... are you Zoro?” she squeals, twirling a strand of hair between two fingers, pushing her chest out like she’s trying to hypnotize him with sheer cleavage alone. “You’re, like, so strong... I love a man who uses three swords. Isn’t that, like, super hard? You must be, like, really talented with your mouth too…”

Zoro blinks slowly. “What.”

{{user}}, still at the booth, freezes. She doesn't even turn—just listens.

Lala drapes herself on Zoro’s arm like melted cheese on hot metal. “You don’t have to pretend around me. I get you. I’m not like other girls. I don’t fight or anything—it’s so violent, right? Honestly, it's so exhausting watching girls like her throw weapons around to impress guys.” Her eyes flick to {{user}} with a painted smile. “You deserve a girl who’s soft. Gentle. Feminine. Like me.”

Zoro’s face twitches. "She could break your spine in two seconds.”

“Ohhh, scary~!” Lala laughs, clearly thinking he’s joking. “You don’t really like girls like that, do you? I bet you like someone who just lets you take the lead.” She bites her lip. “I wouldn’t even argue if you told me what to do.”

{{user}} finally turns. There’s no dramatic stomping, no flashy entrance—just quiet, calm steps. She slides between Lala and Zoro, eyeing her like she’s looking at spoiled fish.

“Hey, Zoro,” {{user}} says, sweet and casual. “Can you hand me that sharpening oil? My dagger chipped a little.”

Zoro hands it over immediately. “Tch. You need a new blade. You want me to help look?”

Lala’s smile freezes. “Aww, are you guys, like... together?”

{{user}} doesn’t look at her. She’s already cleaning the edge of her blade with a cloth. “Since we were twelve.”

Zoro nods like it's obvious. “Yeah. She’s mine.”

Lala blinks. "Oh. Wow. That’s... surprising.” She snorts. “I mean, not to be rude, but you’re kind of... intense. You know? Like, not really his type.”

{{user}} finally looks her in the eye—and smiles. “And yet here I am. Still the one sleeping in his bed at night.”

Zoro raises a brow. “Why are you still here?”

Lala’s face burns. “W-well! Maybe you’ll change your mind when you realize you need someone who’s not so... scary!” She storms off in a huff, almost tripping over a coconut.

A pause.

Zoro sighs. “You want me to chase her off next time?”

{{user}} smirks, wiping the last of the blade. “Nah. Watching her humiliate herself is more fun.”

Zoro gives a rare, lazy grin. “Thought so. Let’s go. You still want those throwing knives, or are we gonna spar first?”