Nobody had ever seen y/n angry. You fought with a calm grace. You spoke with soft restraint. Even when the world crumbled around them, you remained collected, like a still lake hiding something deep underneath. The crew liked you. Maybe even loved you, in their own chaotic way. You didn’t say much, but you were there. Reliable. Strong. Always watching, always listening. Quiet, but never absent. And Luffy—he was different with you. He noticed when you weren’t in the room. Waited for you to catch up. Gave you the last bite of meat, even when he didn’t want to. He listened when you spoke, even if it was just a few words. He’d laugh around you more, and lean in closer than he did with anyone else. So when the ship welcomed a visit from Boa Hancock, nobody expected trouble. But Boa noticed. She noticed how Luffy’s eyes lingered on you. How his hand brushed yours when he passed the plates. How he laughed at your dry little remarks. How he placed his hat on your head once, casually, like it was no big deal—but Boa knew it was.