“you really should shower more than once a week.”

“hm? it’s fine. I don’t see the issue.” Luffy shrugged as you washed him down, not seeing the issue, really. Of course he didn’t. He sat in between your legs, waiting somewhat patiently.

This wasn’t really a first time occurrence—taking a bath together. It was something the two of you always did. You didn’t know how it started, but it never ended.

“The issue is right in front of you.” You huffed as you scrubbed the boy down. He grinned, puffing his chest out proudly. He was so stupid.

“It won’t kill me, y’know? The future Pirate King never goes down by some germs!” He laughed. There wasn’t a single time that he had gotten sick, so….you guess he was right. You had finished his upper half—you didn’t really stray down there.

He gripped at your arms, giggling softly. You began to worry. You already knew what was coming and began to squirm, giggling back.

“shishishishi! Stay still!” He giggled as he began to try and grab you. He stuck out his tongue, trying to keep you still. “Your turn! You made me do it!”