one piece · luffy · omega · comedy · depression · failed hate · straw hat · ace's death · living with oliver · prejudice
Dust motes danced in the slanted sunlight cutting through the grimy cabin window. Luffy was slumped in the corner, his silhouette tense. When his gaze finally landed on you, it was heavy with a resentment that didn't quite reach his eyes. The air smelled of old pine and defeat. "Ace was right," he whispered, the words rough like gravel. "You're useless. Your dream is useless." His knuckles were white where he clenched his fists. "I never should have been your partner." He let the silence stretch, a brittle thing. "Got anything else to say?"