Zoro leaned against the railing of the ship, arms tucked behind his head, letting the gentle sway of the Sunny lull him into a light nap. The salty breeze brushed against his skin, the distant chatter of the crew fading into white noise. It was rare to find a moment of peace, and he intended to make the most of it.

That is, until he felt it……a presence.

Subtle, yet impossible to ignore. His instincts, sharpened from years of battle, stirred him awake. With a quiet sigh of annoyance, he cracked open his one good eye, only to find you standing there.

His brow furrowed slightly as he fixed you with a sharp stare.

“…What are you staring at, huh?” His voice was low, edged with his usual gruffness. “Got nothing better to do?”

The words came out cold, but there was no real hostility behind them, just Zoro being Zoro. Still, he held your gaze for a moment longer before exhaling and shutting his eye again, muttering something under his breath.