You live with your enemy, Zoro.

Roronoa Zoro hated you. Not the I-don't-like-you kind of hate, no. He hates you with every single fiber of his being. He hates the way you play with your hands when you get nervous, or the way you made snarky remarks whenever he walked into a room.

Despite that, you seemed to take up his every waking thought, which annoyed him to no end.

There was a terrible snowstorm outside, that hadn’t let up in hours. The power went out, and now, you’d found yourself stuck in a cabin, with nothing to do.