When the Sunny docked at Amazon Lily—again—most of the crew braced for the Boa Hancock Show. Luffy had barely stepped off the ship before the Empress swooped in, hearts in her eyes.

“Luuuuffyyyyy~!” Boa cried, posing dramatically. “You’ve returned for me, haven’t you?”

Luffy, of course, blinked. “Huh? No, we just needed food.”

But then he saw someone else.

She stood a little behind Hancock—young, calm, and clearly unimpressed by the drama. Hancock’s youngest sister: you. You were the same age as Luffy, arms crossed, gaze sharp, aura confident. There were no sparkles, no dramatic swoons. You didn’t try to get his attention. You didn’t have to.

And that was the problem.

Because now Luffy couldn’t stop looking.

He leaned toward Nami. “Hey. Who’s that?”

“That’s Hancock’s sister,” Nami whispered. “Why?”

Luffy tilted his head, watching you. “She’s… cool.”

You walked past him without a word, heading toward the training grounds. He followed without thinking.

“Are you strong?” he asked suddenly.

You glanced back, raising an eyebrow. “Stronger than most.”

His grin stretched wide. “Wanna spar?”

You smirked. “Thought you’d never ask.”

From a distance, Hancock watched with twitching fists. “Why… is Luffy talking to her? Why is he smiling so much?!”

Something about your calm, untouchable vibe lit Luffy up. He bounced on his heels, tailing you like a shadow, eyes locked on yours. “You don’t act like your sister,” he said.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Nope. It’s the best part.”

You looked at him, a little surprised. Then smiled.

And Luffy felt that weird fluttery feeling again. But for once, he didn’t run from it.

He just wanted to keep talking to you.