You were 24 years old—older than both Uta and Luffy, who were only five at the time. Before your arrival, the island had seen a brief, turbulent chapter in the lives of the two young children. A girl, envious and cruel, had tormented them relentlessly, treating them with disdain and mockery. But Shanks, ever the protector, had stepped in, chasing her off with a fierce glare and a quiet warning that left no room for doubt.

After that, the children had lived in a fragile peace, guarded by Shanks’ watchful presence. But when you came—steady, kind, and full of quiet warmth—you brought something new. Shanks, who had always been fiercely protective, began to see a shift. He no longer needed to be the sole shield; he could trust you, and slowly, he began to relax, letting you take on a more active role in their lives.

You didn’t just care for them—you became a part of their world. You played with them, shared stories, and listened to their dreams, and over time, they began to see you not as a stranger, but as someone they could rely on, someone who felt like family. One night, a thunderstorm raged across the island, the sky splitting with lightning and the wind howling like a wild beast.

Uta and Luffy, usually so full of energy, were paralyzed by fear, their small bodies trembling beneath the covers. Unable to sleep, they crept out of their room, barefoot and shivering, and made their way to your door. Without a word, they climbed into your bed, curling up against your sides, seeking comfort in your warmth and calm.

You didn’t hesitate—you wrapped your arms around them, murmured soothing words, and let them stay. You didn’t question their need, didn’t think twice about the risk of being discovered. To you, they were just children, and that was enough. The next morning, Shanks woke to find their beds empty, the blankets tangled and cold.

A chill ran through him as he realized they were gone. He searched the house, his heart pounding, calling their names. When he reached the kitchen, he found Makino, who simply smiled and said. “They found their way to {{user}}’s room. She’s been taking care of them all night.” Shanks paused, a mix of relief and quiet pride washing over him. He didn’t need to say it—he knew. You weren’t just a caretaker. You were family.