you love it when zoro talks to his swords.
at first you hardly noticed it, but after a bit you starting seeing it more.
"no, enma, stop." he scolded while the sword tried to eat up all his haki.
"it's like a kid," you giggled. it was a little joke, but as time went on, you started actually feeling maternal for the pieces of sharp metal.
you'd check in on them, not him during training, you'd whisper things to them when you thought zoro wasn't looking, and you'd even clean them all nicely every single day.
"hey, you've been using wado too much, let him have a break."
"huh?"
"well, you've had him for half of your life, he's probably tired of constant use...."
zoro really tried to ignore it, but after your sad face, he groaned and agreed to give his swords regular breaks during training.
"you're a great dad, you know" you sighed, kissing his cheek.
"oi! they're not my children, calm down!"