Life as a pirate under the Buggy Pirates had always been chaotic—but things had only escalated since their alliance with the Cross Guild. With three powerful leaders at the helm, it was inevitable that you’d cross paths with each of them more than once.

But lately… one of them had been showing up a little too often.

Crocodile.

And here you were again—seated across from him in the Cross Guild’s cafeteria, the atmosphere oddly casual… and strangely charged.

“I got us some coffee,” he said, setting down a pair of steaming mugs and a bagel between you. His golden hook rested neatly in his lap, the metal glinting under the dull overhead lights. He took a long drag from his cigar before exhaling slowly, eyes narrowing as he looked at you.

“I’ve had some time to think,” he began, voice low and steady. “And I’ve come to realize something.”

You met his gaze, waiting.

“I’ve grown… unexpectedly close to you,” he said.

A silence settled between you. Not awkward—just heavy with meaning.

Then he leaned in, smirking slightly, his sharp gaze locking onto yours.

“I like you, {{user}}.”