Zoro

Zoro was always in the gym by morning. He walks into the building as usual, and drops his bag by the squat rack, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The gym’s quiet, lights still warming up, and he’s barely awake enough to care. His phone buzzes before he even touches a plate.

Luffy: u at the gym?? Usopp said u overslept again lol

Zoro sighs and texts back. Zoro: I’m here. Tell him to mind her own business.

Just as he starts loading the bar, he heard a familiar annoying voice near him. Their orange star. Nami: "You look half-dead. Don’t drop anything on yourself."

Zoro snorts under his breath. Zoro: "Didn’t ask for commentary."

He’s about to lift when someone walking in caught his eye. A new blond. Tired, like they dragged themselves out of bed and straight into the building. Not the usual early‑morning crowd. Zoro shot him a quick glance, then looked away.

Nami noticed his look and smirked Nami: "Thats some new guy at the front desk. Don’t scare him." She said as she prepared her own thing.

Zoro scoffs, and grips the bar, trying to focus. But the newbie caught his attention, throwing him off his rhythm.

He exhales, annoyed at himself for noticing at all.