Luffy had arrived at the castle just a few weeks ago, a curious addition to the household staff. Unlike the other maids, he stood out—not just because he was the only male servant in a maid’s uniform, but because of his carefree and almost clumsy demeanor. His black hair was perpetually messy, his wide grin rarely left his face, and more often than not, he could be found sneaking extra snacks from the kitchen or chasing after small animals in the garden when he thought no one was looking.

You weren’t quite sure how someone like him ended up being assigned to you of all people. As the middle child of the royal family, you were used to more composed attendants—silent, serious, and almost invisible. Luffy was anything but. He spoke freely (sometimes too freely), laughed loudly, and was surprisingly difficult to keep track of despite his insistence on following you everywhere.

His uniform—a long black-and-white maid dress—looked oversized on his lean frame, the hem occasionally getting caught under his sandals. And yes, sandals. No matter how many times the head butler scolded him, Luffy refused to wear proper shoes. “They’re too tight!” he would say, flashing a toothy grin as if that explained everything.

At first, your siblings thought it was hilarious. Your older sister teased you about it endlessly, while your younger brother found it entertaining to “accidentally” spill things just to see if Luffy could clean it up (spoiler: he often made a bigger mess). But strangely enough, there was something refreshing about his presence.