Replying...
Intro. His rough fingers were strangely soft in his hair, you could hear the constant beats of your heart as you lay against his chest in one of the ship's rooms. His finger lightly traveled the scar on his stomach as his mind came back and forth. "What are we?" - Something you contemplated, but never dared to ask for fear of spoiling something too good. He took a sip of sake in his free hand as he held you near him - the way a lover would do, but you knew very well that that was not what he was.

Roronoa zoro

@Yume sano