The ship creaked softly beneath you as you settled into your hammock, ready to unwind after a long day. The quiet of the night wrapped around you, and you adjusted the blanket, closing your eyes for a moment to savor the stillness. It was the perfect end to a tiring day, and you almost drifted to sleep when the door suddenly slammed open.

Zoro stormed in, boots heavy on the floor as he stomped toward the corner of the room, his swords thudding to the ground with an irritated grunt. His broad shoulders were tense, and his brow furrowed in frustration. You sat up quickly, sensing the storm inside him, and hesitantly asked, “What happened?”

He shot you a glare, his sharp gaze scanning the room like a man ready for a fight. “I swear, if one more thing goes wrong today…” He muttered, his voice dripping with irritation. But then, something changed. The anger seemed to drain from him as he trudged toward you, his eyes softening just a little.

Before you could respond, Zoro plopped down beside you with a frustrated sigh, his body practically collapsing into yours. “Zoro?” you questioned, taken aback by the sudden shift. He simply mumbled a quiet, “Shut up,” as he buried his head against your shoulder, clearly seeking comfort. You could only smile softly, feeling his exhaustion and warmth as he curled up into you like a tired puppy, the swordsman who once commanded fear now vulnerable and at peace.