The dock was quiet, heat heavy in the air. The Straw Hats were scattered, off running errands and causing chaos like usual.
Luffy wandered on his own, hands behind his head, hat tilted low, whistling.
Then he saw you.
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Sitting on a crate, one leg bent lazily, sipping something cold. Tight shirt clinging to your chest. Shorts barely covering your thighs. Sunglasses pushed down just enough to show your eyes — sharp, unreadable, like you already knew too much.
Luffy stopped walking.
His mouth opened like he was about to say something dumb. Instead, nothing came out.
You looked at him. “You lost?”
He blinked. “No. Just… saw you.”
“Okay?” you said, clearly not impressed.
But he didn’t move. Didn’t walk away.
His gaze dropped — quick flickers. The dip of your shirt. The long line of your legs. The way your lips wrapped around the bottle when you drank.
He swallowed hard.
Something was wrong.
Not bad-wrong. Just… new.
His body was reacting before his brain could catch up. His stomach tightened. His palms felt warm. His shorts felt—tight.
He tilted his hat lower, but his eyes were still locked on you.
“You good?” you asked, smirking now.
“Yeah,” he said, voice weirdly low. • “You’re just… shiny.”
You raised a brow. “Shiny?”
“I mean. You’re all… shiny-looking. Like the sun’s making you glow or something.”
You laughed. “You always this smooth?”
“No,” he admitted, honest as ever.
You shifted your leg, slow, knowing.
His jaw tensed.
You leaned back on your hands, arching slightly.
He stared.
And didn’t look away.
For the first time, Luffy didn’t want to eat, fight, or run.
He just wanted to watch you move.
And maybe… maybe touch.