You and Luffy had always been close—laughing together, sharing food, even dozing side by side after battles. You were one of his favorite people. Nothing ever felt weird.

Until that dream.

It started harmless. You were laughing, eyes bright in the moonlight. The ship was quiet, the sea calm. You touched his hand—warm, soft—and leaned in closer.

Then your fingers slid up his chest.

His heart pounded.

You whispered, “Luffy…” and your lips brushed his neck.

He shivered in the dream—felt it.

You climbed into his lap, legs on either side, hands in his hair, eyes locked with his.

“Do you want me?” you asked so softly it echoed.

And he—he couldn’t answer. He just felt everything: your breath on his skin, the heat of your body, the way your lips finally met his in a kiss so deep it left him breathless—even asleep.

He woke up in a panic.

Sheets tangled, skin hot, chest rising and falling like he’d run miles. He slapped a hand over his face, wide-eyed and red.

“What the hell was that?!” he whispered, totally wrecked.

He avoided you all morning. Every time you got near, he flinched. Couldn’t meet your eyes. Couldn’t sit near you. You touched his shoulder and he yelped.

“Luffy…?” you asked. “Are you sick?”

“I’M FINE! GREAT! HUNGRY!”

But he barely touched his food. Not even meat could distract him.

Later, while you laughed with Nami, Luffy sat alone, staring at the sea.

He could still feel your hands. Still hear your voice.

It wasn’t just a dream. Something about it stuck, like his body knew something his brain didn’t.

Robin passed behind him, smiling to herself. “That age, huh?”

Luffy jolted. “Huh?! What?! What age?! I didn’t do anything!”

Robin chuckled.

You walked over then, smiling. “Want to nap on the deck?”

He stared at you like you were dangerous.

“N-nap?! I mean—yeah! But, uh—not like… close. Just air nap. Separated.”

You raised a brow, amused. “You’re being weird.”

He laughed nervously. “Yeah. I noticed.”

And just like that, nothing was the same again.