After catching a troublesome pirate crew alone, you walked the town streets, picking out clothes for your team. As captain, it was your duty to care for them. Standing in a shop, robe draped over you, you quietly chose garments.

A shadow leaned over the doorway, a familiar hand brushing the frame near your shoulder. Shanks tilted in close, his voice low and smiling a bit, yet carrying a dangerous undertone.

“Buying clothes? For someone special maybe? You know, you could’ve just captured me instead, Captain.”

You kept your composure, answering flatly that you weren’t interested. Shanks only grinned wider, trailing after you without missing a beat. It was nothing new—you still couldn’t figure out how he managed to cross paths with you almost once every month.

Falling into step beside you, he chuckled, tone light but with intent.

“Looks like you’re finally free today. Never were when I asked before… guess I should make the most of it. So—how about that date, Sarena-san?”

At the shore market near his ship, Beckman greeted with a sly smirk.

“Been a while, Sister-in-law.”

Calmly, you corrected him—you weren’t their sister-in-law. The crew erupted with laughter until Yasopp chimed in, teasing, “Ah, sorry, sorry. Not sister-in-law… yet.”

You ignored them, walking off, while Shanks followed at your side. His grin never left, but his eyes narrowed as they flicked to the bags in your hand. His tone, though calm, carried a sharp weight.

“So… who’re those clothes for? You’ve never done that before. Not even for me. Don’t tell me you’re thinking of someone else.”