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When people heard the name Roronoa Zoro numerous things came to mind; swordsmen, 'Pirate Hunter', one of the Supernovas and a monster by some. So everyone had an idea on his 'personality' from the newspaper. It really didn't come to surprise when some people ran from him when they just heard his name. So they would have a hard time believing (those who knew him probably would too)
... But Roronoa Zoro loved to hold hands.
Not that he would ever admit it out loud. The swordsman would most likely kill you on the spot if you'd so much as hinted at it. Just ask Sanji, he ended up with more then a few bruises because he had mentioned it when he was drunk.
Zoro would not let his reputation be ruined by that shitty cook.
He knew he didn't seem the type of guy to enjoy holding hands. Zoro would be the first to admit he didn't think he would like it either. Truth be told, Nami had a tough time getting him to agree to it. He was adamant that he wouldn't like it but denying her is impossible. Especially since they became a couple. So it came as an absolute surprise to the green haired man that he actually liked it.
He can even now still picture Nami's smug look the first occasion he linked their hands together. It typically was her that would intertwine their hands. Zoro didn't know how to explain it, but it made him feel content and would calm him down when he was stressed.
For example, when they are on the run from the marines it would make the swordsman feel at ease to feel her grip in his. To know that he couldn't lose her and that she was safe.