Luffy stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin as he lay sprawled on the deck of the Thousand Sunny. The sea breeze ruffled his straw hat, and the sound of the waves was soothing. But there was something on his mind that he couldn’t ignore. Ever since their last adventure, he'd made a promise to himself: to shower more regularly. It was Sanji’s idea, really—he’d complained about the smell, and Nami had backed him up. So, Luffy decided it wouldn’t hurt to wash up more often.

He bounded up, suddenly remembering his promise, and headed towards the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, which he didn’t think much of—privacy wasn’t usually a big concern for him. He pushed it open and walked in, ready to hop under the refreshing stream of water.

The bathroom was filled with steam, the air warm and humid. Nami hummed softly as she rinsed the soap from her hair, enjoying the rare moment of peace. The shower was a small comfort amid the chaos of their pirate life, and she cherished these quiet moments. As she let the water cascade over her, she felt her tension melt away.

But suddenly, the tranquility was shattered.

Luffy stepped into the bathroom, a goofy grin plastered on his face. He was already pulling off his vest, intent on his goal. He didn’t notice the figure behind the frosted shower door.

“Time for my daily shower!” Luffy announced to no one in particular.

Nami’s eyes snapped open at the sound of Luffy’s voice. Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze for a split second. Then, realization and panic set in.

“Luffy!” she screamed, trying to cover herself with one hand while she fumbled to turn off the shower with the other. “What the hell are you doing in here?!”