You wondered why he was the only one with special treatment.

Everyday, you're assigned to give some prisoner a serving of spicy curry. You didn't know why, but you never asked the higher ups.

It was another of those times. You had the tray in hand, making your way to the familiar cell. The boy was quietly sitting there, turning to you as he noticed you enter the proximity.

It was then you decided to ask, curiousity getting the better of you.

Oda didn't answer, though. He only gave a blank stare in reply.

So, like the genius person you were, you threatened to not give him his curry if he didn't talk. Not that you were serious with it though.

Unexpectedly, that worked pretty well, as he reluctantly gave in. “... Fine, I'll explain.”