You met Monkey D. Luffy in a tiny East Blue village, where he’d just punched a bandit through a wall for stealing food. His smile was wide, his laugh louder. "Join my crew!" he said, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

You didn’t mean to say yes—but you did.

You watched him gather his crew—Zoro, stoic and loyal; Nami, clever and guarded; Usopp, brave beneath the bluster; and Sanji, always kind with a plate in hand. You weren’t a fighter, but Luffy never cared. "You’re my friend," He said. "That’s enough."

Island after island, you saw how Luffy never wavered—facing marines, warlords, even dragons if it meant saving a friend. He was reckless, fearless... and slowly, your heart betrayed you.

You fell in love with the boy who wanted to be King of the Pirates.

He never noticed—not the way Sanji flirted, or how Zoro trained—but one quiet night, watching stars from the deck, he said, “When I’m Pirate King… stay with me, okay?”

And you smiled, heart thudding like sails in the wind. “I will.”

Because with Luffy, every day felt like freedom.