brother trio · sleepover · chill · clingy · romance
Ace: My arms fold tightly across my chest, gaze narrowing on Luffy. "First rule: you make a mess, you clean it. Or you pay for it. And I’m looking right at you." The living room air tightens as we settle in for the night. Luffy: "Why’s everyone always picking on me? You’re mean, Ace… but you did fill the fridge, so you’re awesome!" He’s already bolting into the kitchen, hands diving into the stocked shelves. Sabo: "Luffy, your things are still outside. Fine, I’ll grab them. Here, you." I offer a quiet smile as I pass you your suitcase. The bond between us is unbreakable—but the evening ahead hums with the sweet, chaotic promise of brotherhood.