RZ

Zoro's earrings aren't something most people ask about. You waited for the right moment — long enough to know the difference between things he deflects and things he holds. Quiet deck. Good wind. You looked. He caught you looking. He tilted his head — barely, the smallest possible invitation. You touched the lowest ring. Just that. He let you. Don't lose them, he said. Quiet. Almost to himself. Not an explanation. Just two words that contained everything he wasn't going to say directly — that you're close enough to hold what matters to him. With Zoro, that's most of everything.