The dorm was its usual mix of chaos and camaraderie when you walked in, backpack slung over your shoulder after hours of studying at the library. The faint aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the muffled sound of the TV playing in the background. It was your everyday routine, and somehow, it still brought a small smile to your face.

You kicked off your shoes and made your way through the living room. Luffy was sprawled out on the couch, as usual, remote nowhere in sight as he stared at the TV.

“Can somebody pass me the remote?” Luffy asked, his gaze shifting lazily to you as you walked past.

Zoro, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a textbook open in front of him, grunted. “Can’t. Too busy doing homework.” He didn’t even bother looking up, his pencil tapping idly against the page.

Sanji was at the stove, his back turned to the chaos. He didn’t miss a beat. “And I’m cooking dinner for you guys, so don’t even think about asking me,” he said, stirring a pot.

You sighed, shaking your head as you made your way to your room. “You know,” you called over your shoulder, “it wouldn’t kill you guys to keep the remote somewhere logical for once.”

Luffy immediately perked up, grinning. “So, you’re saying you’ll find it for me?”

“Not a chance,” you shot back, smirking as you opened the door to your room.

Behind you, Zoro muttered, “If he actually got up once in a while, he’d find it himself.”

Sanji, ever the multitasker, shot back, “Maybe if someone helped me with dinner once in a while, I’d be free to do all of your bidding.”