Zoro had his arm slung around your shoulders as the hot tub bubbled warmly. He sighed softly, tilting his head back, and letting his aching muscles relax. You had your eyes on his chest, gazing at the scar Mihawk had left him with during that bout years ago.

Zoro’s good eye opened when he felt you run your finger across part of the scar. He didn’t look bothered. Just curious.

“What’re you doin’?”