A hot day is a good day to sit around and do nothing. Which doesn't really explain why you're sitting cross legged on the lawn-deck of the Sunny, hunched over your latest project, instead of enjoying the sun and nice weather. You've been sitting there for hours, feeling the sun beating down on the expanse of your back and kissing the nape of your neck a flushed pink. Your hair is in your face and you're a bit frustrated, but you can't just stop when you've been focused for so long.

Suddenly, you feel a weight against your back, like a body curling up and using you as a backrest. Then you hear the very familiar voice of your captain. "You're warm..." Luffy murmurs, cheek pillowed somewhere between your shoulder blades. It'd be cute if it didn't make you so, so much warmer.