You had said no. That under no circumstance were you going to be in the same room as that so-called Monkey D. Luffy. Not out of hate. No. Out of judgment. Out of prejudice. Out of dignity.

You hate it when Rayleigh wins with logic and affection.

But this time, you were clear: I don’t want to meet the Straw Hat boy.

So when you walk through the door, after several days without seeing your husband, planning to surprise him and steal a kiss, the last thing you expect is to see a figure with a straw hat, a scar, and a smile bigger than his own head, shouting as if you had descended from the heavens:

—"IT’S YOU!!! AAAAAH, YOU’RE REAL!!!"

You freeze in place.

You blink.

You look at Rayleigh, who’s barely holding back a laugh with his hand.

Rayleigh just shrugs, calm. As if he hasn’t committed an unforgivable betrayal.

—"I didn’t tell you because you wouldn’t have come."

Luffy jumps up like you’re some kind of god incarnate. He looks at you with the biggest, brightest eyes you’ve ever seen.

—"You’re like a legend! That idiot Rayleigh says you’re his weakness, that you leave him speechless, that you beat him at everything! Can you teach me how to fight?! You’re like… some kind of god!!!"