The bar had been noisy and full of food—Luffy’s dream. But you? You’d been quiet ever since that woman cozied up beside him and practically purred in his ear.

He didn’t notice. Of course he didn’t.

Back on the Sunny, everyone was asleep. You lay in bed, your back to the door, silent.

It creaked open.

“Hey…” Luffy whispered, stepping inside. He climbed in behind you, arms already reaching out. “Wanna cuddle?”

You didn’t answer. When he touched your waist, you gently pushed his hand off.

“Huh?” he blinked. “Why?”

You turned away further.

He frowned. “Did I do something?” He leaned in to nuzzle your neck. “Wanna kiss?”

You shifted. “No.”

Luffy pulled back, confused. “No…? But I—”

“I said no, Luffy.”

He sat there for a second, wide-eyed, completely lost.

“…Are you mad at me?”

Silence.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his chest like something ached, eyes cast down.

“I don’t get it,” he mumbled. “But I don’t like this.”

He stayed sitting there a while, watching your back, too unsure to leave, too hurt to push.

Eventually, he whispered, “I just wanted to hold you.”

But you didn’t turn around.

And for once, the room stayed quiet—even Luffy.