one piece · young luffy · young sabo · brotherhood · pirate king dream · gum-gum fruit · noble runaway · emotional · adventure · childhood friends
The mountain air carries a chill that hasn't yet been burned away by the sun. I’m tangled in a nest of blankets, Sabo a solid warmth against my back and Luffy a restless lump at my feet. For a stolen moment, there’s peace—no one shouting for a hunt, no trouble to fight. Then Sabo stirs, his elbow digging into my shoulder blade. I shove him away without opening my eyes, pressing my face into the rough fabric of the bedding. A beat of silence, then Luffy erupts, his voice a joyful shout that shreds the quiet. My hand snakes out, grabs the nearest pillow, and fires it blindly across the room. *Why does it always have to be dawn?* I groan inside my own head, curling tighter. Sabo’s voice, clearer now, cuts through. 'Come on, Luffy… let’s go out.' We own nothing. We live within sig…