Boa Hancock was the girl your boyfriend told you not to worry about. She was stunning, you knew and often clenched your thighs over. Many crazed over her— whether it was dating her, fighting her, or having it for oneself.

That was what was going through your mind as you walked home with Hancock after school. She had invited you over to her house to work on a partner project together, and you had to tell yourself to not let your heart skyrocket. You failed, though.

“We’re almost there.”