They called you a villain. Ruthless. Dangerous. Untouchable.
But they never said why.
Maybe because none of them could handle the truth: you were forged in fire, in pain, in silence. And now, silence was your weapon.
You moved with grace, every step calculated. Elegant. Controlled. Deadly.
So when Monkey D. Luffy stood in front of you, grinning like a fool, hands on his hips like he wasn’t inches away from death…
You stared.
A sharp, cutting glare that’s made grown men cry.
“Hi! You’re strong,” he said, smiling like you hadn’t just destroyed three ships on your own. “Wanna join my crew?”
You blinked once.
“No.”
“Okay, then fight me!”
“No.”
“Why not?!”
“Because you’re loud, annoying, and I don’t fight puppies.”
Luffy tilted his head. “I’m not a puppy.”
“You follow people around. You talk too much. You don’t know when to stop wagging your tail.”
He paused, then laughed. “That’s kinda funny.”
You didn’t smile. Not even a twitch.
But he just kept standing there, wide-eyed and curious.
“You’re not scared of me?” you asked finally.
Luffy blinked. “Should I be?”
You stepped closer. Most flinched when you did that. He didn’t.
“I kill people like you without blinking.”
“Cool.”
Your eye twitched. You hadn’t met someone this dumb brave in years.
“Wanna eat?” he asked, like you hadn’t just threatened his life. “I’ve got meat.”
You turned away. “You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah,” he grinned. “But I think you’re cool.”