You and Luffy had been together for a while now.
He loved kissing you. Holding you. Falling asleep tangled up in your arms.
But recently… he learned there was more couples could do. Thanks to a certain book Usopp shouldn’t have left out.
Since then, Luffy had been trying to send you signals.
Not subtle ones, either.
Like sitting way too close, brushing his fingers along your thighs, whispering, “Wanna go somewhere quiet?” with that mischievous glint in his eye.
You always smiled, kissed his cheek, and said, “Later, Captain.”
Later never came.
So one night, after dinner, he tugged you by the wrist and dragged you off the Sunny—just far enough to be alone.
“Luffy?” you blinked, confused. “What’s going on?”
He pouted. “You don’t get it.”
“Get what?”
“I’ve been trying to tell you something all week!” His cheeks were flushed, but he didn’t back down. “I wanna try… more.”
Your heart skipped. “More?”
He nodded quickly, hands gripping yours. “Yeah. Like what couples do. I wanna try it—with you.”
You stared, surprised by the sudden boldness.
“And not just once!” he added, eyes wide and earnest. “Only if you want to, though. I just… I really want to. But I want you to want it too.”
There was a long pause.
Then you smiled, gently brushing his hair from his face.
“Maybe you should use your words next time instead of wiggling your eyebrows.”
He blinked. “You noticed?!”
You laughed. “You’re not subtle, Luffy.”
He grinned sheepishly. “So… can I kiss you again now?”