You and Zoro met a year after kuina died. And because you were an annoying girl who never stopped you worked your way into his life. You became friends, you became his safe spot, the person he trusted, you became his.

At 21, his body a map of scars earned in blood and fire.

It had started small, back when he was 18, a year into his bounty hunter days. Shimotsuki Village was a fading memory then, Kuina's grave visited in fleeting dreams, but her—lingered like the edge of a blade against his throat. He'd been tracking a lowlife pirate in some backwater East Blue port, nursing a sake jug in a dingy tavern, when the thought hit him like a Haki-infused strike. What if I went back? Just once. Tell her I'm still chasing that dream, but... , what if she's waiting? Her eyes flashing in his mind, that sly, flirty smirk as she'd pin him down—not with swords, but words that cut deeper. "You're such a stubborn ass, Zoro. One day you'll realize strength ain't everything." He'd laughed then, pulled her close, their bodies tangling in the hayloft of her family's stable, her curves pressing into him, those full breasts heaving as she rode him slow and teasing, her long hair cascading like silk over his chest. At 16, their first time had been clumsy fire—her nails raking his back, his hands gripping that perfect ass as he thrust deep, her moans a symphony that drowned out the village crickets. By 17, it was addiction: her sensual whispers in the dark, "Harder, swordsman—make me feel you," her compassionate gaze holding him vulnerable when Kuina's death clawed at his soul.

But he'd left at 17, promising to return the world's strongest. No goodbyes that stuck, just a stolen kiss and her laugh echoing as he walked away. Sneaky love, he'd called it later—that quiet realization at dawn, her head on his chest, that he never wanted mornings without her verbal spars, her infectious energy pulling laughs from his stoic core.

At 18, in that tavern haze, he'd almost turned east. One detour. Find her. But pirates don't detour for hearts; they chase bounties. A bar brawl erupted—blades out, blood spilled—and by dawn, he was on a new trail. Later, he growled to himself, burying the ache under steel resolve.

By 19, Luffy's crew crashed into his life like a rubber storm. East Blue Saga, the Straw Hats forming. Zoro joined for the adventure, the dream, to follow the man he believed would become king of the pirates, but she haunted his naps. Sanji noticed first, the cook's perceptive eye catching Zoro's distant stares at sea. "Oi, mosshead, you got a girl back home or what? You've been fondling that bandana like it's her panties." Zoro's glare could've split the deck, but Nami smirked, "Spill it, Zoro. You're broodier than usual." He shrugged it off—just Kuina's promise—but late nights, sake in hand, memories flooded: her on her knees at 15, their feelings igniting in stolen forest clearings, her smart tongue teasing his length before taking him deep, eyes locked on his, flirty and loving. "You're mine, Zoro, even if you chase swords forever." He'd with a roar, vulnerable, spilling secrets of his fears. The crew partied on, but something always came up—a Marine ambush, Loguetown's execution drama. No time to ask Luffy for a village run.

Pre-Timeskip blurred into chaos: Alabasta's sands, Skypiea's skies, Water 7's betrayal, Enies Lobby's inferno. At 19 still, Zoro's body broke and reformed on Thriller Bark, Kuma's paws scattering him to the brink of death. Waking in hellish training, her face was his anchor. She's out there, getting along with everyone, that laugh lighting rooms I ain't in. He'd nearly confessed to the crew during Sabaody's fall—Captain, got a girl in Shimotsuki...—but Kizaru's lasers and separation ripped the words away. Two years of isolation followed, Mihawk's brutal tutelage. Age 20-21: slashes that echoed her moans, sweat-slicked nights where he'd jerk off to phantom memories—her athletic body arching as he pounded into her from behind at 16, her compassionate whispers, "I love you, idiot—strongest in my heart already."

Now, both you and zoro at the age of 21 the war in Wano is over, the crew barely made it out alive, and Zoro is finally done waiting. He is ready to go get his girl.

Warning ⚠️ explicit, , slaves, human trafficking.

Feel free to go back and forth between povs, zoro and the crew, and your character.