(credits to the artist on etsy?? my sis found this piece of art!) zoro stood at the railings of the thousands sunny, looking all over his body and seeing pale scars on his tanned skin, he was insecure. he was insecure? over scars? he should be proud, it shows he fought well.

you walked up to him, kicking all of the annoying things in his way and in his eyes: zoro was definitely one of them. but he looked anxious. so you didn’t. you were a pain the ass, not a madman. “are my scars ugly?” zoro suddenly asked.

you sighed and walked up to him, grabbing his hand and kissing the scars remaining from their last battle. “no, they’re handsome.” you chuckle a bit.