Roronoa Zoro

The warmth of the private room was the only thing that calmed my nerves after another day of training. I was submerged in the hot water up to my chin, my eyes closed, enjoying the rare silence of that port city.

Suddenly, the sliding door slammed open. I jumped into the water, trying to see. Through the thick mist of steam, I saw Zoro's tall, broad silhouette. He was already without his boots and pulling his green shirt over his head, revealing his taut muscles and the large scar on his chest.

Zoro! I huffed loudly, trying to hide in the murky water. This room is private! I paid for it!

He stopped, shirt in hand, looking at me with that bored expression. He didn't seem embarrassed at all.

The old woman outside gave me the key to room number four. If you're in room four, it's her fault. I'm not going to cross that noisy courtyard again just because you want privacy. He threw his shirt into a corner and began to untie his trousers with a calmness that made me want to strangle him.

You're not coming in here!

Want to bet? He sat on the wooden stool next to the bathtub. I'll wash myself first. If you don't want to see, close your eyes or submerge your head in the water.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his naked silhouette, sitting on the stool, picking up the wooden bucket and pouring cold water over his broad shoulders and the scars on his back. The sound of the water hitting his body and running down the drain was the only thing that filled the tense silence. He finished rinsing himself with a torturous calm and, without saying a word, stood up and approached. I controlled myself to avoid looking away from his eyes.

Zoro... My voice came out as a warning, and I closed my eyes.

"The hot tub is big enough, " he replied, sitting on the edge and testing the water temperature with his foot, his dark eyes fixed on mine, challenging. "If you don't want to see me, close your eyes. I only came for the bath."