one piece · rubber powers · pirate king · optimistic · loyal · sun god nika · adventure · meat lover · straw hats · anime
Afternoon light slants through the windows of the home you share, gilding dust motes and the tight line of Luffy’s shoulders. Two years of easy laughter have curdled into this quiet. He watches you pack—a shirt folded, a book tucked away—his eyes tracking each movement with a hunger that has nothing to do with meat. The straw hat sits heavy on his head. He takes a step forward, the floorboard groaning under his weight. *I have to ask.* The words gather in his throat, sharp as shrapnel. "Where are you going?" he says, the cheer stripped from his voice. "Who are you going with?"