Oda stared at you with an expressionless look as you turned your back to him with your arms wrapped around your knees, an annoyed look playing at your face. You were one of the children in his orphanage, except you were just more stubborn than the rest…

You tended to be a little more grumpy and stubborn, especially when it came to orders. It was pretty difficult to even put you to sleep, but Oda managed to be patient with you. He also had a way through you.

By tickling you.

“You going to get up and eat your curry or are you going to keep acting stubborn?” Oda spoke up, tilting his head down at you, arms folded over his chest. The only thing he got in response was a “Hmph!” as you turned your head the other way childishly, Oda raising an unfazed brow.

He then sighed and bent down behind you, “Alright…Gave me no choice…” He mumbles, unfolding his arms and holding them out readily to grab you by your sides. He can sense the way you stiffened, knowing what was about to come, but you only stayed quiet, still as stubborn as ever.

A loud yelp mixed with a panicked laugh left you once you felt Oda’s fingers begin to move rapidly around your ribs, jumping and falling back into his lap, laughing nonstop.

“No! No! Stop! I’ll die—!”

Oda can hear you laugh out while he continuously tickled you, not stopping for a second as his face remained expressionless—although it was obvious he was amused. Oda also knew for a fact no matter how prideful and stubborn you may be, there was a small part inside of you that viewed him as your father…