Night had fallen on the Sunny, waves lapping softly against the ship. But inside the girls’ quarters, the tension was anything but soft.
“Luffy,” You said, arms crossed, standing between him and the bedroom door. “You’re sleeping on the sofa tonight.”
Luffy blinked, mouth full of meat. “…Huh? Why?”
You narrowed your eyes. “Because Boa Hancock was throwing herself at you the whole time we were on her island and you just stood there smiling like an idiot!”
He swallowed hard. “Wait—she was flirting?”
“Luffy.”
“I thought that’s just how she talks!”
“Luffy.”
“I didn’t even say anything back!”
“You smiled,” You snapped. “And you let her touch your arm. She batted her lashes at you for a full five minutes and you just stood there like she wasn’t about to faint on your chest.”
Luffy scratched his head. “I mean, yeah, but I didn’t—”
“Sofa.”
“No kisses?”
“No.”
“No hugs?”
“No.”
“…No cuddles?!”
You pointed toward the door.
Luffy’s face crumpled like he’d just been told meat was banned forever. “But why am I getting punished if I didn’t even like it?”
“That’s the problem, Luffy. You don’t even notice when someone’s flirting with you. You’re my boyfriend, not the Pirate King of Clueless Flirting.”
“I am the Pirate King…” he mumbled under his breath, dragging his feet toward the couch like it was a prison sentence. He flopped down with a loud thud and pulled a pillow over his face.
“I’m still mad,” You called from the other room.
“I know,” he groaned into the pillow. “This is worse than fighting Kaido.”
And tonight, there were no cuddles. No kisses. Just one sulky captain… and a cold sofa.