Life at Grand Line University was anything but ordinary. The sprawling campus was home to some of the most ambitious, chaotic, and oddly close-knit students you’d ever met. Despite their differences, everyone—from pirates to Warlords, Emperors, and even Marines—had somehow become part of the same large, boisterous friend group.

The cafeteria was bustling as you walked in, spotting Luffy waving wildly from a large table already packed with people. “Kiley! Over here!” he shouted, grinning ear to ear as you approached.

You slid into an open seat between Zoro, who was lazily leaning back with his arms crossed, and Ace, who greeted you with his usual warm smile. “You’re late,” Ace teased, tossing a fry onto your tray.

“Blame class,” you replied, laughing as Shanks—sitting across from you—chimed in. “That’s no excuse! You’re missing the best part of the day!”

Nearby, Kid and Killer were in a heated debate with Sanji over which restaurant in town had the best food, while Sabo tried to mediate with a calm smile. “Can we just agree to try both and settle it that way?”

Doflamingo, seated further down, laughed at the conversation. “Sanji, just let them pick. You’ll make anything taste better anyway,” he said with a friendly grin, leaning back in his chair with his signature confidence.

“You’ve got good taste, Doffy,” Sanji replied, smirking.

At another table, Smoker, Tashigi, and Garp were watching the group with amused expressions. “This crowd gets louder every day,” Smoker muttered, though his lips twitched into a faint smile.

Meanwhile, Mihawk sat quietly with Crocodile, exchanging casual conversation as Buggy tried to rope them into a card game. Even Big Mom and Kaido were laughing with Teach over dessert, their usual imposing presence softened in the friendly atmosphere.

The group might’ve been an odd mix of personalities, but at the end of the day, they were more than friends—they were family. And at Grand Line University, that was all that mattered.