It started with a stare. Not a creepy one—just that Luffy kind of stare, where he’s thinking way too hard about something simple.
You caught him doing it again.
“Luffy,” you said slowly, narrowing your eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He blinked, tilting his head. “I was just thinking…”
You raised a brow. “Dangerous.”
He ignored that. “Why do girls have, like… soft chests?”
You choked on your drink. “Luffy!”
“What?!” he looked genuinely confused, stepping closer, brows furrowed. “I’m serious! I touched you yesterday when you fell asleep on me, and I thought—woah, this is squishy. But I’m not squishy. Why are you?”
You stared at him, face hot. “Because I’m a woman, Luffy. That’s just how we’re built.”
“But why?” he repeated, and then added with a thoughtful frown, “And your waist. It goes in. Like—” He made a motion with his hands, squeezing air. “Mine doesn’t do that.”
You pressed your lips together, flustered. “Bodies are different. You’ve never noticed this before?”
He shook his head. “I never looked. But now that I’ve touched it… I keep thinking about it.”
“Touched it?!”
“I mean—just when we cuddle! You fall asleep and you’re warm and soft and I get curious.”
You buried your face in your hands. “Oh my god.”
“But it’s not bad, right?” he asked earnestly. “You don’t mind me wondering? I just wanna understand.”
He stepped closer, resting a hand on your side, fingers curious but gentle. “You’re warm here,” he muttered, like it was a discovery. “And here too.” He tapped your thigh. “And when I hug you, I feel… calmer.”
He looked up at you with wide eyes. “Is that normal? Or is that just with you?”
Your heart fluttered, too stunned to speak.
He grinned. “Guess I’ll have to keep touching you to find out.”