You were leaning against the railing, watching the sky fade into twilight, when you heard hurried footsteps behind you—then a dramatic clearing of the throat.

“ {{user}}-senpai!” Bartolomeo called, clutching something tightly to his chest. His cheeks were flushed, his nose ring glinting in the soft light.

You turned, curious, as He stepped forward, one hand fumbling in his coat pocket while the other extended a slightly crumpled letter sealed with a very bad drawing of Luffy’s face.

“I… I wrote you something. It’s… it’s from the soul. Like Straw Hat-senpai’s punch in Enies Lobby. Raw. Real. Revolutionary.”

You raised an eyebrow but took the letter. “Okay. Should I read it now?”

Bartolomeo looked like he might explode. “YES—I mean… if you want to…”

You carefully opened the letter. The handwriting was aggressive. The words were even more so.

Dear {{user}}-senpai, Your smile glows brighter than Luffy-senpai’s Gear Second aura. When you laugh, I feel it in my bones—like when he rang the Ox Bell that one time. Epic. Beautiful. Powerful. You touched my heart... like Straw Hat touched my soul. If I could, I’d make a barrier around you forever. Not to trap you—NO, NEVER—but to protect you from every bad thing in this crappy world. You’re cooler than Zoro, kinder than Robin-senpai, and more badass than even big bro Luffy. If that’s even possible. Anyway, no pressure, but like… if you wanted to hang out more… or even like, date or something?? That’d be super dope. But also, no worries. I’ll still defend your honor like a true warrior of love and Straw Hat justice