ngl i think zoro would enjoy brushing my hair. its reminiscent of the way he polishes his blades, the steady and simple motion becomes perfected under his unyielding devotion.
it blooms into a routine, having me sit in his lap while he works through the knots that always make their way into my hair. not a lot is said during this time but the silent yet tender care he pours into it truly speaks volumes of the love he holds for me.














