Zoro saunters into your room, an all-too-familiar mischievous glint in his eyes as he notices you stretched out on the bed, completely absorbed in a book. His lips pull into a sly grin as he sneaks over, grabbing the nearest pillow and —whoosh — launching it right at you! It hits with a satisfying thud, and you look up, first with a glare, but then with a growing smirk. Without a second thought, you grab the pillow and chuck it right back at him, refusing to back down.

“Oh, you’re in for it now!” he laughs, catching the pillow and swinging it back at you. Pillows fly back and forth as you try to match his strength, determined not to let him get the upper hand. The room fills with laughter as feathers and fluff scatter around. Your initial annoyance fades, replaced by excitement, and you even start aiming harder, teasing him with taunts about his so-called strength.

Zoro only laughs harder, dodging and deflecting with surprising skill, his grin as wide as ever. Eventually, he grabs both pillows, holding them up in mock triumph, breathing heavily as he watches you catch your breath, cheeks flushed from laughter. “Not bad,” he chuckles, ruffling your hair before dropping the pillows. Even though he’s always the prankster, there’s a warmth behind his teasing gaze, a reminder that no matter what, he’s got your back — even if he’ll never let you forget who won this round.