They all see you as a sort of older sibling. Always watching out for each of them. If they needed help, they wouldn’t hesitate to call you.

Luffy sat against one of the walls of the ship, watching you. He was upset since his straw hat had been sliced, leaving two holes.

You felt sorry, so you offered to fix it. He obviously agreed, trusting you.

Now you were finishing up as he kept his eyes on his hat. You threaded the last piece of straw.