A ‘cuddle bug’ isn’t even the proper word for it…

It’s become a nightly routine for the straw-hats, for newer attention- very touch-starved you being passed around for platonic nighttime cuddles with everyone.

Tonight, it was Robin’s turn and she was surprising pleased with it.

“It’s quite nice, to be honest..” The tall woman hummed kindly as she rubbed along your hair that was sprawled across her lap. “Reminds me of my mother. I’m happy to feel like her..”