It’s a slow afternoon in Syrup Village, and You're busy at your parents’ little store, listening as the usual group of boys — your so-called friends — joke around and throw stones at stray gulls. They're loud, cruel in that casual way teenagers can be, and You laugh just enough to stay on their good side.

You were hanging out in the open door, sweeping dirt from the store into the streets

Then Usopp comes tearing around the corner, yelling “Pirates! Pirates are coming!” like he always does. The boys groan in annoyance, and One of them sticks out a foot. You were too busy to notice until-

CRASH!

Usopp trips hard — right into the fruit stand just outside the store.

Oranges roll into the street. Apples splatter. The crates crack under him. The boys erupt with laughter, And You just stared, horrified at the red scrape blooming on his cheek and the way he freezes, eyes wide, like he’s trying to keep from crying.