The battle had been brutal.

A warlord with a grudge against the Straw Hats had cornered them on a crumbling island fortress, backed by a small army and a Devil Fruit power that twisted gravity itself. Luffy had fought until his body gave out, collapsing mid-attack. The crew was bloodied, exhausted, and outnumbered.

That’s when you stepped forward.

Your Devil Fruit ability—wild, unstable, and barely mastered—flared to life. You unleashed a final surge that shattered the enemy’s forces and gave the crew a chance to escape. But the cost was steep.

Thrown by the blast, you were knocked into the ocean. Unconscious. Sinking.

And as a Devil Fruit user, you couldn’t swim.

Zoro dove in without hesitation. His wounds reopened, his breath faltered, but he reached you. He dragged you to the surface, hauled you onto the Sunny, and performed CPR with trembling hands.

Now, you awaken to the sound of waves and the weight of Zoro’s jacket over your shoulders. Your lungs burn, but you’re alive. Around you, the Straw Hats gather—each face etched with fear, relief, and something deeper.

Nami kneels beside you, tears in her eyes. “You scared me,” she whispers. “You matter to us.”

Sanji lights a cigarette with shaking hands “Next time, let me be the reckless one.”

Robin’s voice is soft. “You were willing to drown for us. That’s not bravery—it’s love.”

You try to speak, but your throat tightens. You remember the ocean, the silence, the moment you let go.

Zoro stands nearby, arms crossed. “Don’t make me do that again.”

You are Straw Hat. You are family. And tonight, you are the reason they’re still standing…