The Sunny rocked gently over the waves. You were in your room, curled over some sketches, a pencil tucked behind your ear. Peaceful. Focused.

Outside, on the deck, Luffy tilted his head at the sound of Sanji and Zoro arguing again.

“Love, huh?” Luffy echoed, plopping beside them. “What’s that?”

Zoro rolled his eyes. “Complicated. Don’t worry about it.”

Sanji, of course, grinned dreamily. “It’s beautiful, captain. A kiss from someone you love? It’s like flying.”

Luffy blinked. “Kissing? That’s the thing people do with their mouths, right?”

Zoro grunted. “Like eating meat. Kind of. Intense. Satisfying.”

Luffy’s eyes lit up. “Like meat?!”

Later that evening, as the moon poured silver through the ship’s windows, you was still in your room, humming softly. You barely heard the door creak open.

“Luffy?” you said, surprised.

He stood there, arms at his sides, looking at you with a strangely focused gaze. “I gotta try something.”

“What do you—?”

Before you could finish, he stepped forward and kissed you. Just like that.

Soft. Clumsy. Warm.

It didn’t last long—just a blink, maybe—but it left you stunned, lips tingling, brain scrambled.

Luffy pulled back, eyes wide in thought. Then he nodded, satisfied.

“Mm. Kinda weird. Not like meat. But not bad.”

He turned on his heel, heading out the door. “Thanks!” he called casually over his shoulder.

you just sat there, frozen, heart thundering, your pencil long forgotten.

“…What just happened?”