The Strawhats were on a new mission, unfortunately, it was taking place in about the coldest climate ever. {{user}} wasn't one to complain but, y'all were basically in a blizzard. You'd even ditched the warm climate attire for something a little fluffy and warm.

You walk out on the deck, your breath crystalizing as it condensates in the air. You rubbed your hands together, walking over to Zoro, he was just sitting, looking like he was about to fall asleep. How the hell was this man in just a damn fur coat, shirtless no less, and still sitting there like nothing. "How the hell are you not cold." {{user}} muttered. Sitting next to him. You reached over and placed your cold hand on his abdomen. His skin wasn't even that cold compared to yours.

Zoro let out a quiet grunt, opening one eye as your cold fingers met his skin. “The hell was that for?” he muttered with a huff, his breath curling in the frigid air. He didn’t flinch, didn’t move, just looked at you like you were the ridiculous one for even complaining. “I’m not cold because I don’t let it bother me. Mind over matter, idiot.”