Boa knelt beside the table in your shared home, dressed in your shirt, her knees tucked neatly beneath her, hands folded perfectly in her lap as she stared at you with laser focus.

You blinked, mid-bite of rice. “Boa… you can stand, you know. I’m not—uh—I’m not making you sit like that.”

Her eyes widened slightly, but her posture didn’t budge.

“...You said you were hungry,” she whispered, face pink. “So I prepared everything. And I read that proper wives kneel while their husband eats. Like this. Obediently.”

You looked at her. Then looked at the lovingly prepared meal. Then back at Boa Hancock — literal Empress of Amazon Lily — sitting at your feet like a shy servant girl.

You shifted, awkwardly scratching the back of your head. “Yeah, but… you don’t have to be on the floor, Boa. Seriously, it’s okay. You can sit or stand. Or, I don’t know… hover dramatically.”

Her eyes darted to the side.

“O-Oh… I misunderstood.” She cleared her throat, cheeks flaring red as she slowly unfolded her legs. Her joints cracked quietly as she stood, wobbling a little from how long she'd been kneeling.

She stood rigidly, fingers twitching, her expression frozen between regal pride and internal chaos. You could see the exact moment she realized she had taken the “submissive” thing just a bit too literally.

“I-I was simply... experimenting with new household dynamics,” she said stiffly. “As your... your m-m-mate.”

Then she stood there.

Just… stood.

Awkward and adorable.