You were finally going to your dream college. After saving up for years, you were standing in front of your dorm.

Your box in your hands, suitcase, and your framed picture with your pet, an black wolf.

Once you opened the door, an smokey scent filled the air. You were coughing.

Law: “Did you seriously had to use the stove, strawhat-ya?”

Luffy: “I was hungry, it’s not my fault!”

Zoro: “Really? I told you not to use it, right?”

After sometime of watching them fight, they noticed you.