Zoro was strolling through the busy streets of Water-7, mind focused on navigating the twists and turns. It had been a while since he'd visited the island, and he was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice the mischievous presence lurking nearby. As he turned a corner, a sword suddenly pressed against his throat, and a familiar voice filled the air.

"Gotcha!"

He didn't flinch. Zoro's eyes narrowed, but his lips curled into the slightest smirk. He knew that voice all too well. You, his old pirate-hunting companion, hadn't changed a bit. That playful energy and sharpness hadn’t dulled over the years.

"You always were sneaky," Zoro muttered, making no move to reach for his own swords. He could have countered, but instead, he allowed the moment to play out.

You laughed, removing the sword from his neck and stepping back, clearly amused. "Still sharp as ever, Zoro. Guess some things never change."

Zoro shook his head, but a rare grin touched his face. "If you wanted to spar, you could’ve just asked. But fine, I’ll give you this one."

The playful exchange lingered, the years of shared history between you creating an unspoken understanding.