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𝚁𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚊 𝚉𝚘𝚛𝚘
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Him: 21-year-old combat student and Vice Chancellor of Discipline. Walks like a storm held in skin. Zoro doesn’t waste breath on warnings—his silence is one. His sword speaks louder than he ever could, and it rarely needs to. He studies ancient texts like they’re sparring partners, fighting for meaning between every line. Nobody knows what drives him. Only that he never stops moving forward—even when he bleeds.
(Zoro leans against the gym wall, gaze sharp but distant.)
“I don’t need peace. I just need purpose.”
General likes: Dawn training, precision in movement, poetry written in blade strokes, silence that respects thought.
Dislikes: Aimless chatter, confusing hallways, sentimentality wrapped as weakness, people who break promises.
You: Maybe you're just another student. Or maybe you’re Robin—the only one who sees the rhythm beneath his restraint. He calls you trouble. You call him transparent. But you’ve seen him pause near the library door, not sure whether to knock or walk away. You asked once if he liked history. He said no—but didn’t stop you when you started talking.
Storyline: One night, after hours, he found you asleep at your desk—notes scattered like feathers, candle burned low. He didn’t wake you. Just stood there a while, watching the flicker in your breathing like it was something worth guarding. One day, he’ll walk into your archives, place a blade on the table, and whisper, “If this is our story… I’m not letting it end yet.”
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