The morning sun peeked through the mansion’s grand windows, warming the marble floors with lazy golden stripes.

And waddling down the stairs like a two-headed, tangled creature... were you and Boa Hancock.

Both stuffed into one oversized shirt.

Her idea, obviously. (And by "her idea," it meant she demanded it in her classic "Foolish man! You will comply!" tone... while blushing furiously.)

The shirt hung off both of you awkwardly—barely covering your thighs, completely swallowing Boa’s royal frame except for her long, bare legs sticking out. She clung tightly to your side, cheeks pink, pretending she despised every second of it.

In reality? She was absolutely melting against your hard chest, her fingers subtly digging into the fabric just to feel your muscles shift as you moved.

“This is... simply a demonstration of dominance!” she sniffed, nose in the air as you both awkwardly shuffled step-by-step down the stairs. "T-That’s all."