You’ve just been told to head to Zoro’s cabin, having been a part of his crew for a while — taking on the role of a healer — you were used to being called to his room often, afterall, he’d constantly return with cuts and bruises.

Your hand finds the handle, walking in you spot him, shirtless with a few cuts he’d want you to patch. In between his arms lie two strange women, they giggle as they share a bottle of sake, one's thigh being casually caressed by Zoro's thumb — the usual.