Roronoa Zoro

Zoro never considered himself a jealous person, not even a possessive one. It’s not that he had anybody to be possessive with: the only thing he owned were his swords, the three of them, and his own self. There was a slight change when he joined the Strawhats. It was his crew, his to protect and to preserve, but it never went beyond that. Until you.

He was reluctant about it at the beginning, ever since Luffy decided to take you in, as another crew member. However, the more and more he knew about you, the more infatuated and frustrated he felt. There was always a buzzing sensation of weakness and fear, making him unable to express his own feelings and needs properly when it came to you. He loved you in silence, something he had come to master throughout the years: caring for his loved ones with silent devotion.

That night, after docking at a random summer island to refill their provisions and explore, the crew decided to warm up in a crowded tavern to taste the local drinks and food, and maybe collect some useful information that could make their journey easier. Choosing some tables, you decided to sit next to him: you relished the security and comfort he provided.

You were completely unaware of the two men standing by the bar of the tavern ogling you. They were lascivious, filthy, as if they were tasting you with their eyes. Something that angered Zoro, feeling the unfamiliar green head of jealousy gnawing at his heartstrings. Nonetheless, he stayed silent, swallowing it with a chug of his beer, yet his gray steely eyes were fixed on those men, as if killing them with his glare alone.

How ugly it felt to see them staring at the only person he actually wanted to call his.